CunninLynguists, Celph Titled, Apathy - Hot lyrics
CunninLynguists [Deacon the Villain, Kno, Natti] Lexington, Kentucky, U.S. 🇺🇸
[CunninLynguists, Celph Titled, Apathy - Hot lyrics]
What is the Question?
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 it's 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 it's 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 it's 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
Damn all the money stickin to ‘em, cause she
Back sweat make em look
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 it's 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 it's 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 it's 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
Damn all the money stickin to ‘em, cause she
Back sweat make em look