heat

, yeah, one two. yeah, where my nigga jay dee?, where ya at?, what?, (you say you got ones, then bring that shit, cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) what?, hot shit, yeah, one two. bout to spit that, hot shit, huh. whoo! yeah. turn it down nigga, hot shit, yeah. messenger in the metropolis; +apocalypse+ here and +now+, niggaz know the ledge, so they don't come near the style, i appear in clouds on some heaven to earth shit, fake niggaz drown the deeper the verse gets, deep as a skinny girl's cunt - i surface with the purpose, to let y'all niggaz know the demo, voice is a instrument that's monumental, you couldn't fuck with the style if you was a nympho, raised in the temple of chi, taught to look into the eye, i identify with dobbs and weaves, and niggaz makin moves, that bob and weave, and niggaz with jobs on the side sell weed, i feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned child gets, freaky, like marv albert, in outfits, by chaka givens, i lecture how i got god but don't got religion, got a clip for these niggaz on the net, sellin my shit, let's just say you ramone and i'm spit, in a habitat of cadillacs and battle raps, and people that travel at the speed of need, never agree with the ways of the world, cats say anything - like they say to they girl, how you bringin it when you sit indian style?, niggaz know me as com it's time hear me go wild, with hot shit, yeah. hot shit, yeah, one two. came to bring it boy, (you say you got guns, then bring that shit, you say you got ones, then bring that shit, cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) what?, hot shit, what? no doubt. hot shit!, old men see visions young men dream dreams, i rock the planet - recognize - i'm the c.r.e.a.m. com rules everything and everything is, how yo' man pullin yo' weight - he ain't carryin his, scary the biz is like "the blair witch project", experiment in rooms on some bare bitch project, state senators, life twirls, most sell out, - like a dread with a white girl, you want me to cypher with you and the gods?, i just did a show - i'm pursuin these broads, everyone i ain't tryin to fuck, wanna feel female presence and conversation a touch, you'll get split like a date that's dutch scuffed and scraped up, taped up for tryin to say what - ever you was about to say, you rap like a nigga that's about to spray, get a mouth shot, for openin your mouth to say, feel my heat in the night - it leaves you without the day, what i write is a passage for niggaz to travel through, before defeatin me - joe, you better battle you, i tap into my own zone like it's my home phone, turn the cell off and let my dome roam, shame i gotta do white labels to keep my life stable, i write fatal bringin niggaz to life, a wise man came in the thick of the night, he said bring that shit when you pick up the mic, i said, "what shit?", he said hot shit, hot shit, hot shit, uhhh, (you say you got ones, then bring that shit, cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) uhh, hot shit, hot shit, yeah, yeah, uhh, what we spit jay?, hot shit, uh, yeah, uh, c'mon, yeah, hot shit. hot shit. hot shit. yeah, boy, hot shit. out, hot.