Lyrics

Hot like Holly Hobby ovens but not stuck in the past
I blast forward cash
For all my CD?s that got stuck in your dash
Up in that ass with a size 9 Saucony
Blood on my hands from botched bathroom lobotomies
Stop the beat
I got to pee pitstop
Roadtrip to paradise through suffering in hiphop
When I look back and see roads paved with bad intentions
All cuz of one rhyme I wrote to past detention
Pay attention if you got it like that
But these days, kids focus switch faster than lanes on freeways

Hang the DJ and kill the MC
Keep your evil eye on anyone who doesn?t look like me
The cook might be spittin? on your burger
But the way he got it tastin? got you screamin? bloody murder
Tip your server but the change don?t trickle down
Don?t even matter, can?t buy ish with a nickle now
Call me jaded but I hate the way the shoe fits
Don?t give a (blank) about no one I don?t get loose with
Lit fuse partner
Keep a microphone inside my locker
Stop the presses
It?s goin? down like this

Dedicated to the west side
And all my people back home
Dedicated to the New York streets
Hot ish, Like this ish

Yo!
Real life hero
Zero down and countin?
Here to bring more change than the bottom of a fountain
Is the Cat that got you bouncin? on some consciousness
While that shit on radio made you want to quit
I?m poppin? monster shit
And leaving y?all without no options like some foster kids
Coppin? this, but I be rockin? with
My homie Recone and we prone to get your girl
Breakin? up with you like service on them free phones
Doin? 80 in a speed zone - mashin?
Half white, half chinese
Now stop askin?
Pursuing hip hop with a passion, player
Representin? on the mic and on the fader?