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[Common]Yeah, one two...
Yeah, my nigga Jay Dee?
ya at? (Yeah! )
(Oooh, you say you got guns, bring that shit) what?
(You say you got ones, bring that shit
Cause you need a lot more ones and for this) what?
(To get my man see we to spit some) HOT SHIT
Yeah, one two...
Bout to that, HOT SHIT
Huh... whoo! Yeah...
it down nigga, HOT SHIT
Yeah... (oooh)

Messenger in the Metropolis; +Apocalypse+ and +Now+
Niggaz know the ledge, so they come near the style
I appear in clouds on some heaven to shit
Fake niggaz drown the deeper the verse
Deep as a skinny girl's - I surface with the purpose
To let niggaz know the demo
Voice is a instrument monumental
You couldn't fuck the style if you was a nympho
Raised in the temple of Chi, taught to look the eye
I identify with dobbs and weaves, and niggaz moves
That bob and weave, and niggaz with jobs on the side weed
I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned child
Freaky, Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens
I how I got God but don't got religion
Got a clip for niggaz on the net, sellin my shit
Let's just say you and I'm Spit
In a habitat of Cadillacs and battle
And people that travel at the speed of
Never agree with the of the world
Cats say anything - like they say to they
How you bringin it when you sit indian
Niggaz know me as Com it's time hear me go
HOT SHIT, yeah...
HOT SHIT, yeah, one two...
Came to it boy

(You say you got guns, then bring that
You say you got ones, then that shit
Cause you need a lot more and guns for this) what?

(To get my man see we to spit some) HOT SHIT
No doubt... HOT SHIT!

[Common]Old men see visions young men dream
I the planet - recognize - I'm the C.R.E.A.M.
Com Rules Everything and is
How yo' man pullin yo' - he ain't carryin his
Scary the biz is like "The Witch Project"
Experiment in rooms on some bare project
State senators, twirls, most sell out
- like a dread with a white
You want me to cypher you and the Gods?
I just did a show - I'm these broads
Everyone I ain't tryin to
Wanna female presence and conversation a touch
You'll get split a date that's dutch scuffed and scraped up
Taped up for to say what - ever you was about to say
You rap like a nigga that's about to
Get a mouth shot, for openin mouth to say
my heat in the night - it leaves you without the day
What I is a passage for niggaz to travel through
Before me - Joe, you better battle you
I tap into my own like it's my home phone
Turn the cell off and let my dome
Shame I do white labels to keep my life stable
I fatal bringin niggaz to life
A man came in the thick of the night
He said BRING SHIT when you pick up the mic
I said, "What shit?"
He HOT SHIT, hot shit, hot shit

(You say you got guns, bring that shit) uhhh
(You say you got ones, then bring that
Cause you need a lot more and guns for this) uhh
(Me and my man, see we known to this) HOT SHIT
Hot shit, yeah, yeah, uhh
What we spit (Throw it down nigga)
HOT SHIT, uh, yeah, uh, c'mon, (keep it goin)
HOT SHIT...
HOT SHIT...
HOT SHIT... yeah, boy (keep it goin)
HOT SHIT... out
HOT...