[ VERSE 1 ] This is commercial, nothin controversial Or offensive, it's not expensive So why don't you buy it, riot Rampage, rush the stage But try to front, I got the 12-gauge No bodyguard, got Akshun on the tables Tangle - get strangled with his cables It's not a treath, it's a bet, word Cause I roast you like a bird, cut you in a third Of a fraction, give Akshun a little peace Yo Howie, now we got a feast Or a meal, cause suckers who steal I will be pawin Get ready at 8 cause Eddie ain't ate, and I'm starvin Just like Marvin Gaye I heard it through the grapevine around the way You be perpetratin and I be hatin Things like that, so now, black, I sit back waitin And waitin for your arrival And the end of your survival Every single day you will decay and just rot Ya not so hot
(It's so - hot - I'm burnin up)
[ VERSE 2 ] Your physical being will start fleeing Your brain will feel the pain, and you will start peeing Your Fruit Of The Loom's till it consumes Your trousers, wowsers, golly, I'm dope See what I mean? If not, then here's a telescope Take it, but don't break it Then return when you learn how to make it Like this, comin off and gettin busy You need a hyper type of diaper, you pissy little sissy You little whinin, naggin, braggin, smellin like midnight dragon What's the matter, your diaper still saggin? Get huggies, they don't leak Then I might not notice that you're weak Because you always say the rhymes that I heard the other day I come fresher every night - after I pray I sit down and write, and then I lay in rest Get up in the morning, get dressed, not to impress It's too much stress on the brain, MC's strain to be the best Or the biggest, or better they get enormous You think you're hot, but you don't even warm us Ya not so hot
(It's so - hot - I'm burnin up)
[ VERSE 3 ] I use natural ressources, creative forces So high-potent that a sucker MC lost his Ability to function, and he collapsed So before you blink just think that perhaps It can happen to you, cause it can, my man Cause yo, I'ma bag you up and put you in a trash can And then send you off to the dumps Chumps, I'ma give you nuff lumps In your cranium Where he at, just name he him And I'ma find him and come from behind him And take him and break him and bind him And then line him with a lining and a designing Put him in the window when the sun comes shining In the morning, blow the horn and toot the whistle Set it off with the pistol But you was finished way before the first shot Ya not so hot
(It's so - hot - I'm burnin up)
Compositores: Edward K Archer (Archer Edward), Howard A. Thompson ECAD: Obra #6332303