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