[scratching of] 

(So hot) 

(Ya know it's hot) 



(Guaranteed hot shit) 



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We now interrupt your regularly scheduled programmin 

Of hours of commercial rap and slow jammin 

To bring you the latest news and scientific breakthroughs 

A special update for those who woke up late 

Heard my last jam but didn't quite get it 

You took my tape home, put it on but couldn't fit it 

You wouldn't admit it, but you bit it 

You tried to swallow it but couldn't follow it, you shouldn'ta did it 

Y'all cats need to quit it, I'm sayin, stop playin with it 

You, your crew and your DJ can hit it 

It's time to clean out your locker 

And make way for the mind shocker, chief rhyme rocker 

Boom-shaka-laka, park-jam-street-blocker 

'81 summer heat, 'Big Beat' knocker 

Rang-dang-doogie-da-dang-da-dang-doogie 

Tootie bang-bang, 2 train to the Boogie 

Born in the Bronx, raised in Manhattan 

I been to Brooklyn, Queens and Staten 

Am I still rappin - what you're tryin to tell me? 

Hit em with the 12", slap em with the LP 

God please help me to understand you 

Walkin round frontin like you got somethin brand new 



[CHORUS] 

Now I don't know what y'all been told 

But if ya hot ya hot and if ya not ya cold 

If ya slip ya trip but if ya hip ya hop 

And if it don't flip then it's bound to flop 

If it don't touch the bottom won't hit the top 

And if ya can't rap then ya needs to stop 



(Ya know it's hot) 

Yo, this is not a test 

(Ya know it's hot) 

Yo, this is not a test 

So I hope you got your vest 

Unless you wanna feel hot steel in your chest 



[VERSE 2] 

Nobody gets out alive till the cops arrive 

A shot from a .45 couldn't stop my vibe 

Phase me or daze me, nobody plays me 

Five-o shot at me, but yo, they gotta be crazy 

They only grazed me, I had to be swayze 

My mama always told me not to be lazy 

See, back in the days we used to breathe and live this 

When grabbin a mic wasn't a right but a privilege 

When you came to the party had to be prepared 

When you stepped to the stage I could see you're scared 

Don't even bring it to me, I'ma take it there 

Your whole crew just against me just to make it fair 

Now who wanna mess around and test the sound 

And try to pick it up when you can't put it down 



[CHORUS] 

See I don't know what y'all been told 

But if ya hot ya hot and if ya not ya cold 

If ya slip ya trip but if ya hip ya hop 

And if it don't flip then it's bound to flop 

If it don't touch the bottom won't hit the top 

And if ya can't rap... 



[VERSE 3] 

Then you needs to stop runnin off at the mouth 

You can even step forth, break north or fly south 

Look east, go west, now choose who's the best 

Who spit that hot shit that'll bruise your flesh 

Tell me who rocks the boat and who steers the rudders? 

Who brings home the bread and prepares the buttas? 

I got rap pages that collapse stages 

My style is wild like pitbulls trapped in cages 

I cause more scare than Godzilla 

Guerilla warfare, there's a stone cold killer 

The kid from the Bronx who stomps your whole villa 

Uptown, gimme the crown, there is none iller 

You're still a part-time, petty crime nickel and dime 

With two feet on a street corner kickin a rhyme 

You shoulda kept it real from Jump Street 

Record sales slump, you got cut off like lunch meat 

Life, thou's strife now, don't it feel strange 

To be on top then get dropped like loose change? 

I guess when ya hot ya hot 

And when you choose to snooze then you lose your spot 



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