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letra de who makes it hot - juggaknots

who makes it hot lyrics
[verse 1: breeze brewin]
well, it’s
the ass-cracking, grass-packing-into-brown-paper
clown-scr-per off your mother-loving stage just for starters
i’m having brothers step like brake lights ‘cause once i get in ‘em
they sucking like, “yo, get this venom out my snakebites”
i take flights, i drop bombs, brothers ain’t ready yet
the only way you’ll rain on this parade be as confetti
strictly ticker tape. when i kick it, rape your dome, i’ll nut
and make [?] i’ll bag your ho, so, “yes, girl
you go get the f-ck out after finishing,” diminishing
her ego ‘cause if the honey’s gassed, you know how we go
but if she chill, i’ll k!ll it ‘til she need corrective shoes
and disrespective crews? i feel the need to get evil
so, n-gga, watch that ass—your sh-t is feeble. when it comes
to flipping flows, i shows more daring than knievel as
you super dave. listen, troop, the flave is strictly juggaknots
adagio!, y’all

[verse 2: rayme supreme]
one, two. i hit your pressure
points with joint as i give it, knock you off your pivot
exquisite with verbal flex. place all bets for
the orphan, i’m offing emcees very often
the only way they see’s me face-up from a coffin. ain’t no
images here, i’ll make it clear when i speak
on rhyme technique to attack all fleets. born and
bred in the streets, ‘preme’s deadly on beats that i
perform with. who wants to get it on with this n-gga from philly?
repping for my clique as i kick from
four-nine to wall street, down to chester ave. i have time
to hop the train to ny to hit the lab, never
one for time-wasting. every time i heard a fat beat
n-gga, i laced it. end of case, kid
as i bring the hook in, brothers get took to
another realm where all-stars is at the helm for
the time-being, showing sk!lls, got n-ggas fiending
[hook: rayme supreme, breeze brewin, and both]
yo, yo
who makes it hot? i said, “who makes it hot?” yo
rayme supreme, breezly brewin blowing up the spot
representing adagio! and the juggaknots
emcees wanna step? i thought not, so come on
who makes it hot? i said, “who makes it hot?” yo
rayme supreme, breezly brewin blowing up the spot
representing adagio! and the juggaknots
emcees wanna step? i thought not

[verse 3: the obvious wonder (aka big cousin)]
here’s the scoop on
the obvious: sk!ll-wise, you sees him up to par. with
the use of my vocals in your ear, i leave a scar that’s marked
for life, i hopes you understand plain and simple
the rhymes released from this mental will destroy a solo wish
yes, i’m holding this mic with the intention
of bringing it to your face to have your whole crew flinching. seems
i’m benching a thousand pounds, emcees off my chest. at
your best, you couldn’t go back-and-forth with my sk!lls ‘cause
you wack. adagio! we’re stepping through your cypher with
the notion of shooting down your crew like a sniper. yes
i’m hyper to finally grab the mic and get the chance
to let my nuts hang and put the crowd in a trance with
the rhymes that’s dope, and you could call ‘em super
you’re trying to hang with me? you couldn’t hang with mr. cooper
so get your p–per-scooper, pick up your sh-tty lines and
prepare for p-funk who’s next up to rhyme
[verse 4: p-funk (aka queen herawin)]
don’t mistake me as
a sedative. i be’s the competitive one, still leave you
high-strung from the hot-tongue composer, the overdoser
overloaded in gross amounts to levels
unaccountable like pi, my formula will never die
the infinite always intricate, influence the music
i’m pimping it with the go-go show, s-xing a low
bassline with my waistline then combining
the other elements just for the h-ll of it, rhyme styles celibate
f-ck with me lyrically is irrelevant theory, you can’t come near me
or even close. caution: the explosive, high-voltage
vocal terrorist appearing on your postage, hosted
as most-wanted, my sk!ll i’m flaunting, the only sn-tched
gold is my mouthpiece when i release. n-ggas wanna get thief?
i’ll bring the heat, you bring the asbestos cover to hover
and conceal, the rest y’all feeling third degree, sneaky like
sperm when i ej-cul-te prematurely. you think you ready?
hardly

[hook: the obvious wonder, p-funk, and both]
who makes it hot? i said, “who makes it hot?”
the obvious and p-funk blowing up the spot
representing adagio! and the juggaknots
emcees wanna step? i thought not, so come on
who makes it hot? i said, “who makes it hot?”
the obvious and p-funk blowing up the spot
representing adagio! and the juggaknots
emcees wanna step? i thought not, so come on

- juggaknots

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