Jura**ic 5 - Red Hot lyrics

(Marc 7) Syllable slasher, insurmountable mic gasher Quick to vent with intent, you can't crash us Constant link pa**ers, styles'll skate past ya Beats that we present will make you hate like a slave master(Hardcore) Heated and hot, control the venomous plots We be the cream of the crop, so keep our name out your mouth We'll entertain your brain for three minutes and change Ain't it strange, your fame is three minutes and change Let me finish explainin', break it down like a layman All the stuff that you sayin', Ain't it all entertainin' (Akil) Uhh, Yea... (Red hot) molten lava Too hot for toddlers Too hot for you and your crew so don't bother I'm the globetrotter, party block rocker Heart and show stopper, break it off proper (Soup) With lengths to go,Yo The Jacques Cousteau with flow, and underground continental With words that blow The competitions straight to the door We'll rock it, Herbie Hanco*k it like '84, Fo' sho' (J5) This jam is red hot (Chali 2na) A smooth brotha, for real we buckshots like that BlackMoon fella The backroom sellers makin' rap tunes illa The k**a flow spilla, the Chicago k**a named 2na (Marc 7) We come tramplin', your city and stand in We movin' in tandem, your crew couldn't phathom We reppin' the fashion, no mushin' and mashin' I'm through with you has beens Your crew better cash in (J5) This jam is red hot, when were rockin the spot If you like it or not, this jam is red hoooooot (Soup) The vangard of art Quick to put pen to the thought And nice from the minute I start, huh Maneuver well, I tell girls that can't tell That say since I don't look like Maxwell They think I can't mack well (Chali 2na) We them backpack boys, at your backdoor They can catch a cap like a hatch door Givin' the exact score Forever we fight for honor yo Tight since we was lable mates with Mic Geronimoooo! (Marc 7) Walking, stompin' in my big black boots It be the crew J5 and we're all in cahoots (Soon) to bring it to ya live, yea that's what you paid for With sk**s much sharper than a Texas Chainsaw (Akil) Yo, pipin' hot and your mic is not We steam from the pot, you wet like rain drops We fire with the brimstone Heat up your girls erogenous zones with electrified sparks and poems (J5) This jam is red hot, when were rockin the spot If you like it or not, this jam is red hoooooot This jam is red hot (Chali 2na) So let the ash blow We relieve static with a grammatic fiasco (Marc 7) Don't even start me We rippin' up your party Put us on a marque We clutch without the car keys (Jura**ic 5) This jam is red hot (Akil) Mind blowa, syllable Sammy Sosa Dap the King's Cobra (Soup) Huh, we come up to sun up thanks to noon And you can say, I'm on his dick cause you are too, Come On! (J5) This jam is red hot, when were rockin the spot If you like it or not, this jam is red hoooooot