Hot (feat. Celph Titled & Apathy)

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Lyrics

What is the Question?
 Now when I see the man in the mirror
 I see an animal clearer
 The teeth look sharp, and and ain't a man that's much realer
 I do somersaults and flips with nunchucks like a ninja turtle
 I'm very bold, I'll sell crack on an infomercial
 I tell you what, if I don't get the props I deserve
 Imma leave you bleeding by the curb, and that's my momma's word
 Bank account, commas absurd
 Cause I sell specialty rap music, and sell out concerts
 My favorite spot in the sporting goods, is the hunting section
 They got slingshots and crossbows, and other types of weapons
 Camouflage vests, and fully stocked with the lead
 Next aisle over I can go fishing instead
 And to the fake ones, your salaries low
 Flow cornier than VH1 romance reality shows
 Y'all know, I used the body wash to clean my shotty off
 Cause its been catching back splatter from hacking through body parts
 A southern rebel that'll leave your vital levels flat
 You won't be hot until you die and give the devil dap
 You about as stupid as that pot that called the kettle black
 I be conscious rapping but now even Gepetto's strapped
 Here to take the ghetto back, hush the whack stanzas
 Taking it back to when rapping was talk 'tween Black panthers
 I'm Huey, Newton or Freeman, all of the above
 You ain't even Huey Lewis, ain't got no power or love
 And what's sadder, you won't touch rungs on Jake's ladder
 Universally unworthy of time, space, or matter
 You hot as in anger, not as in magma
 Deac is Death Valley, You are A-laska
 I mastered the range, you mastered the lame
 And the day that you're the flame, I'm the rain
 Strange
 Even make your main chick say she quite Some dumb reason say her prison be Fell her gaze blazing at you – laser beam Face is the bomb: body's detonator We talkin' black folk filled elevator Think its cool now? Fool later see us Every time you leave think you out being Stick to her, forgettin' she's gonna tell you hell is And she hope you go in summer when its even more Eyes even glowing terminator red Shit would be a past red dot beam Shoulder so cold make an igloo seem Pushing all the buttons make the topic seem This gold made cup make us sip so All these girls man they just want to sweat some starve
 But I don't get gassed up like an electric car
 And I don't need a ski mask to rob these bitches of they innocence
 About to slip gloves, and seduce seven Russian immigrants
 Single moms is so DTF
 I hit it, quit it, then report the bitch to DCF
 I'm so Bobby Brown, not the new edition days
 Never stop my ignorant ways
 Not as long as pimpin' pays Ap's In the strip club, all the dancers look Damn all the money stickin to 'em, cause she Back sweat make em look *Laugh*

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Duration
02:59
Key
1
Tempo
88 BPM

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