J Dilla - Heat lyrics

[Common] Yeah, one two.. Yeah, where my n***a Jay Dee? Where ya at? (Yeah!) (Oooh, you say you got guns, then bring that sh**) what? (You say you got ones, then bring that sh** Cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) what? (to get my man see we bout to spit some) HOT sh*t Yeah, one two.. Bout to spit that, HOT sh*t Huh.. whoo! Yeah.. Turn it down n***a, HOT sh*t Yeah.. (oooh) Messenger in the Metropolis; apocalypse here and now n***as know the ledge, so they don't come near the style I appear in clouds on some heaven to earth sh** Fake n***as drown the deeper the verse gets Deep as a skinny girl's c*nt - I surface with the purpose To let y'all n***as 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 n***as makin moves That bob and weave, and n***as 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 n***as on the net, sellin my sh** 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? n***as know me as Com it's time hear me go wild With HOT sh*t, yeah.. HOT sh*t, yeah, one two.. Came to bring it boy (You say you got guns, then bring that sh** You say you got ones, then bring that sh** Cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) what? (to get my man see we bout to spit some) HOT sh*t What? No doubt.. HOT sh*t! [Common] 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**h 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 n***a 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 pa**age for n***as 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 n***as to life A wise man came in the thick of the night He said BRING THAT sh*t when you pick up the mic I said, "What sh**?" He said HOT sh*t, hot sh**, hot sh** (You say you got guns, then bring that sh**) uhhh (You say you got ones, then bring that sh** Cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) uhh (me and my man, see we known to spit this) HOT sh*t Hot sh**, yeah, yeah, uhh What we spit Jay? (Throw it down n***a) HOT sh*t, uh, yeah, uh, c'mon, yeah (keep it goin) HOT sh*t.. HOT sh*t.. HOT sh*t.. yeah, boy (keep it goin) HOT sh*t.. out HOT..