Common | Lyrics | Heat

Yeah, one two
Yeah, where my nigga Jay Dee?
Where ya at? (Yeah!)
(Oooh, you say you got guns, then bring that s***) what?
(You say you got ones, then bring that s***
Cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) what?
(To get my man see we bout to spit some) HOT S***
Yeah, one two
Bout to spit that, HOT S***
Huh whoo! Yeah
Turn it down nigga, HOT S***
Yeah (oooh)

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 s***
Fake niggaz drown the deeper the verse gets
Deep as a skinny girl's c*** - I surface with the purpose
To let y'all niggaz know the demo
Voice is a instrument that's monumental
You couldn't f*** 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 s***
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 S***, yeah
HOT S***, yeah, one two
Came to bring it boy

(You say you got guns, then bring that s***
You say you got ones, then bring that s***
Cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) what?
(To get my man see we bout to spit some) HOT S***
What? No doubt HOT S***

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 b**** 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 f***
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 S*** when you pick up the mic
I said, 'What s***?'
He said HOT S***, hot s***, hot s***

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