Hot Karl, Mýa - His Hotness lyrics

Nowadays the rap game's got me furious
I'm curious why all these
Rappers act so serious
Cool out, chill man, stop acting so mad
Or I'm kicking you out your group
Like I was Beyonce's dad
(say my name, say my name)
His Hotness is bringing new views
Cause, I'm sick of college dudes
Only feel Dave Matthews
Well I've been influenced from
Run-DMC to Motley Crue
While y'all act ignorant like
White people in FUBU
It's a brand new thing, no violence
No bling bling
I just love the fun in Hip-Hop so
That's the style that I bring
So go and leave the anger and
Stress at work or at school
Cause that rules
It's not the Hip-Hoppest to act cool
And if you were real gangstas
You wouldn't talk on it
Y'all are liars, except for Mobb Deep
They seem honest it's my time, so Mya
Come sing after this line
I'm gonna go run through the suburbs
Screaming out "Free Shyne!"
You's a bum bum, really really dumb dumb
You don't wanna fk with me
Talk a lot of trash, got a mouth on your ass
Industry what what what what what what

You's a bum bum, really really dumb dumb
You don't wanna fk with me
Talk a lot of trash, got a mouth on your ass
Industry what what what what what what

Suburban knight, rhymes tight, blazes mics
No mention of gunfights, or platinum, ice
Future's bright like Maglites
You got me and DE, we make it all of it nice
A black and white team
Like Crockett and Tubbs, miami Vice
I'm not claiming a gang
I'm just screaming my name (Hot Karl)
At the top of my lungs like I'm insane
I'm recording tracks in between all
Of my college classes
Spiky hair, studded belt
Black rimmed glasses
So I'm considered too pretty to
Flow dirty and gritty
Stereotyped cause I'm from the suburbs
And not the city
Visually I'm like cable cause only
Half of you get me
But then you heard the music and
You turned half of a three-sixty
So I'm trying to keep it
Real and still stay funny
Influenced by Hip-Hop when I was
Younger so I studied
And made songs on four tracks in
High school with my buddies
Never thinking one day I'd spend
All of Interscope's money

You's a bum bum, really really dumb dumb
You don't wanna fk with me
Talk a lot of trash, got a mouth on your ass
Industry what what what what what what

I want the fun back in rap like it's 1985
Like Biz Markie or The Fat Boys
When they were all alive
You would think in the rap game we
Would all be one and equal
C'mon, I thought this was America, people!
But, I still get weird looks like
I should leave the scene
Cause, I'm a bit clean-cut and
I smile in magazines
And I'm not really that mean unless
You fucking with my team
Wipe your eyes a couple times to
Realize what you are seeing
And I'm poking fun at people so
You might want to fight me
Be happy you a celebrity
And take that shit lightly
Fuck! I'm like the Dirk Nowitzki
Of the rap game
While y'all are lame like Puff
Daddy changing his name
So this is the manifesto to
Prove that I'm for real
Not a Johnny-Come-Lately who found
Himself a record deal
But for now you act bitter
And you make me annoyed
Cause truth is I'm not acting
Like Tyrese in "Baby Boy"

You's a bum bum, really really dumb dumb
You don't wanna fk with me
Talk a lot of trash, got a mouth on your ass
Industry what what what what what what

You's a bum bum, really really dumb dumb
You don't wanna fk with me
Talk a lot of trash, got a mouth on your ass
Industry what what what what what what