Make it Hot

[Intro] [Phonte talking]

And small children will gather round and tell stories to their parents

About tales of the great Phontiggalonius, Sean Boogalonius and Joseph

Wellington Scudowski over tracks applied by Khrisies. We'll make it hot

We'll make it hot. We'll make it roaring hot!

[Verse One] [Phonte]

Ain't a motherfucker out there say I ain't spittin'

Say me and my whole team in NC ain't livin'

Say we ain't drivin'

So don't push me dawg, your style is pussy dawg

Believe me, I ain't kiddin'/kitten

Hip hop's most elusive figure

Phonte's the one

That'll shoot the trigger and have your troops delivered

In body bags

Cause your rhymes loosin' nigga

You couldn't make the crowd just to a conclusion nigga

So what's your fascination?

I'd break it down but I don't have the patience

You have to face it

Your raps lack imagination

You need to make life a part of your skills

Or else you'll be a martyr for real

And make publishin' a part of your deal

Cause lightening won't strike the same place twice

But God damn poverty will

And you can rhyme like Nas or rhyme like Pras

Won't matter cause it still won't knock like ours

[Hook]

"Make it hot"

We make it hot for 'em

"Make it hot"

We make it hot for 'em

"Make it hot"

We don't stop for 'em

"Make it hot"

We make it hot for 'em

"Make it hot"

We make it hot for 'em

"Make it hot"

We make it hot for 'em

"Make it hot"

Take it to the top for 'em

[Verse Two] [Sean Boog]

I'm a Gillette Razor, live close to the edge

Mind's up in cloud nine, spit over your head

Bought a pillow case once for sleepin' on the industry

Told the judge I was just goin' to bed

I'll toast you for bread, flows buttery smooth

Wanna be's come at me like stuttering fools

Other words absurd, push my buttons and nerves

Hungry man, understand, a glutton with words

Sick of payin' dues, this rhyme is gonna aim at you (BOW!)

Take your rings, double burger and your pager too

O-Dog, you think I'm playin' with you?

I'm just a Menace II rhyme, doin' what I came to do

A no brainer, a simple tad really

Cause most of these rap cats just act silly

The game's ours

And I promise you this

Cause ain't a team alive that make it hotter than this

[Hook]

"Make it hot"

We make it hot for 'em

"Make it hot"

We make it hot for 'em

"Make it hot"

We don't stop for 'em

"Make it hot"

We make it hot for 'em

"Make it hot"

We make it hot for 'em

"Make it hot"

We make it hot for 'em

"Make it hot"

Joe Scudda on the mic, let's rock for 'em

[Verse Three] [Joe Scudda]

Rappers is a dime a dozen

See me shinin' cousin

Rhymes hot like I carry lines in ovens

Baking at 350 and always had beef on my plate

Ask yourself if you really want beef with me

So

Bring your fam and your fellow crews

Fuckin' with me, you're gettin' more than your elbow bruised

Thinkin' more like I.C.U

Cause that tough guy image you portray is something I see through

Straight to the Bitch In Yoo

And I ain't talkin' bout Common or Cube

Cause there ain't no common in dude

If I feel I got drama with you

You gonna need more patchin' up then your baby momma can do

I'm more bang for your buck buddy

Bet your bottom dollar

It's the kid from the bottom holla

We got 'em

Tell me do you follow?

And if not, I guarantee I split your head like an alvacada

What?

[Hook] [Joe Scudda]

"Make it hot"

From college kids to thugs

We make it hot for 'em

For cats that do drugs

We make it hot for 'em

For chicks that love Joe

We make it hot for 'em

Shakin' they ass for doe

We make it hot for 'em

For cats with no heat

We make it hot for 'em

For those that sleepin the street

We make it hot for 'em

Even for the cats on the block

We make it hot for 'em

A middle finger for the cops

We make it hot for 'em