[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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