Hot - CunninLynguists, Apathy, Celph Titled

Now when I see the man in the mirror

I see an animal clearer

The teeth look sharp, and and ain’t a man that’s much realer

I do somersaults and flips with nunchucks like a ninja turtle

I’m very bold, I’ll sell crack on an infomercial

I tell you what, if I don’t get the props I deserve

Imma leave you bleeding by the curb, and that’s my momma’s word

Bank account, commas absurd

Cause I sell specialty rap music, and sell out concerts

My favorite spot in the sporting goods, is the hunting section

They got slingshots and crossbows, and other types of weapons

Camouflage vests, and fully stocked with the lead

Next aisle over I can go fishing instead

And to the fake ones, your salaries low

Flow cornier than VH1 romance reality shows

Y’all know, I used the body wash to clean my shotty off

Cause its been catching back splatter from hacking through body parts

A southern rebel that’ll leave your vital levels flat

You won’t be hot until you die and give the devil dap

You about as stupid as that pot that called the kettle black

I be conscious rapping but now even Gepetto’s strapped

Here to take the ghetto back, hush the whack stanzas

Taking it back to when rapping was talk ‘tween Black panthers

I’m Huey, Newton or Freeman, all of the above

You ain’t even Huey Lewis, ain’t got no power or love

And what’s sadder, you won’t touch rungs on Jake’s ladder

Universally unworthy of time, space, or matter

You hot as in anger, not as in magma

Deac is Death Valley, You are A-laska

I mastered the range, you mastered the lame

And the day that you’re the flame, I’m the rain

Strange

Big booty Twitter vixen, this is something tight

Even make your main chick say she quite

Some dumb reason say her prison be

Fell her gaze blazing at you — laser beam

Face is the bomb: body’s detonator

We talkin' black folk filled elevator

Think its cool now?

Fool later see us

Every time you leave think you out being

Stick to her, forgettin' she’s gonna tell you hell is

And she hope you go in summer when its even more

Eyes even glowing terminator red

Shit would be a past red dot beam

Shoulder so cold make an igloo seem

Pushing all the buttons make the topic seem

This gold made cup make us sip so

All these girls man they just want to sweat some starve

But I don’t get gassed up like an electric car

And I don’t need a ski mask to rob these bitches of they innocence

I’m at the strip club, seducing seven Russian immigrants

Single moms is so DTF

I hit it, quit it, then report the bitch to DCF

I’m so Bobby Brown, not the new edition days

Never stop my ignorant ways

Not as long as pimpin' pays Ap’s

In the strip club, all the dancers look

Damn all the money stickin to ‘em, cause she

Back sweat make em look