MOG

Experiment in rooms on some bare bitch project
I rock the planet - recognize - I'm the C.R.E.A.M

HOT SHIT

Cats say anything - like they say to they girl
Get a mouth shot, for openin your mouth to say
HOT SHIT, yeah, one two
What? No doubt HOT SHIT
Cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) what?
(To get my man see we bout to spit some) HOT SHIT
(You say you got guns, then bring that shit) uhhh
Where ya at? (Yeah!)
I lecture how I got God but don't got religion
Niggaz know me as Com it's time hear me go wild
(You say you got ones, then bring that shit
Bout to spit that, HOT SHIT
Messenger in the Metropolis+Apocalypse+ here and +Now+
Got a clip for these niggaz on the net, sellin my shit
A wise man came in the thick of the night
Raised in the temple of Chi, taught to look into the eye
With HOT SHIT, yeah
Cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) uhh

In a habitat of Cadillacs and battle raps
Turn the cell off and let my dome roam
Huh whoo! Yeah

(To get my man see we bout to spit some) HOT SHIT
To let y'all niggaz know the demo
(You say you got guns, then bring that shit
- Like a dread with a white girl
Let's just say you Ramone and I'm Spit
I said, 'What shit?'
HOT SHIT yeah, boy (keep it goin)
I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned child gets
HOT SHIT, uh, yeah, uh, c'mon, yeah (keep it goin)
You couldn't fuck with the style if you was a nympho
He said BRING THAT SHIT when you pick up the mic
State senators, life twirls, most sell out
(Oooh, you say you got guns, then bring that shit) what?
Came to bring it boy
Com Rules Everything and everything is
Turn it down nigga, HOT SHIT
HOT SHIT
I write fatal bringin niggaz to life
You say you got ones, then bring that shit
I appear in clouds on some heaven to earth shit
Wanna feel female presence and conversation a touch
Everyone I ain't tryin to fuck
(Me and my man, see we known to spit this) HOT SHIT
And people that travel at the speed of need
How yo' man pullin yo' weight - he ain't carryin his
Feel my heat in the night - it leaves you without the day
Voice is a instrument that's monumental
I tap into my own zone like it's my home phone
He said HOT SHIT, hot shit, hot shit
How you bringin it when you sit indian style?
Scary the biz is like 'The Blair Witch Project'
Yeah (oooh)
Before defeatin me - Joe, you better battle you
What we spit Jay? (Throw it down nigga)
Yeah, one two
Old men see visions young men dream dreams
Shame I gotta do white labels to keep my life stable
(You say you got ones, then bring that shit
I just did a show - I'm pursuin these broads
Never agree with the ways of the world
HOT SHIT out
You want me to cypher with you and the Gods?
Freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens
Deep as a skinny girl's cunt - I surface with the purpose
Cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) what?
Hot shit, yeah, yeah, uhh
You rap like a nigga that's about to spray
I identify with dobbs and weaves, and niggaz makin moves
What I write is a passage for niggaz to travel through
Niggaz know the ledge, so they don't come near the style
Fake niggaz drown the deeper the verse gets
Taped up for tryin to say what - ever you was about to say
You'll get split like a date that's dutch scuffed and scraped up
That bob and weave, and niggaz with jobs on the side sell weed