Buddha Monk - Your Tracks Ain't Hot lyrics

[Intro: Rambo] Come on... Ya'll cats ain't hot, your tracks ain't hot [Chorus: Rambo] Ya'll cats ain't hot, your tracks ain't hot Plus ya'll can't rock, and ya'll just not Ya'll layin' on top, yo, f** your blocks And f** ya'll streets, ya'll need to stop Ya'll make me sick, the pain I inflict My soldiers handed pick, we war convicts We come through thick, to take ya'll sh** Ya'll n***as is f*gs, ya'll n***as is b**h [Rambo] We use what we got, to get what we need If I can't eat, then ya'll can't breathe Wake the f** up, ain't no one sleeping Ya'll know my name, it's even Steven I ain't got no dough, so I'm thieving thieving Put sh** in my pocket and I'm leaving leaving [Raw] I'm the demon, Raw, half black and Puerto Rican I'm speaking, lava, the advocate's father I'm hot, and Buddha Monk got me by the collar He dipped me in some boiling oil and I didn't holla [Rambo] Rap and robbering, burglaring, buck 'em down, murdering Slapping 'em, serving 'em, victims of disturbance men Grippin' 'em, chokin' 'em, much until he open 'em Rippin' 'em, roppin' 'em, beat him down and broke him in Entering, exiting, hit 'em and his head will spin Let's begin, pick a pen, move on up like Jefferson Diff'rent Strokes, weapon men, bring me out the tech and then Rambo start to reppin' and, blast til the session end This is just the first half, think about the second and [Raw] Ya'll dumb punks ain't hot enough, get shotted up Got flattered up, body rotted up, body punch Pumping up, heart stopping up, veins clogging up I got you going up the topics, slowing up, I'm bouncing in the cut Jumping in the truck, made your brain erupt Cops clean it up, for the driver's stop, then I laugh it up Stash my burner up and zip my jacket up, when I'm acting up You best to back it up, you best to back it up [Chorus] [Raw] I got a strong work ethnic, manifique technique Ya'll better respect it, antique speech Get the fans out they seats, chicken coming at me, like Sign my bu*tcheek, when you sign my and say I'm like you wanna be with me, in a place to be Well the place to be is my house, when the lights go out Pants down, dick in your mouth f** we blow out, then you got to get the hell out Lysol'll get the smell out, hitting all the deep spots, I make you yell out Floss that sh**, I rhyme for the chicks, you know what that means I rhyme for your b**h, I blow her a kiss And hope she blow my dick [Rambo] Ram born a renegade, ya'll n***as been afraid b**h better have my money and my dinner made You think you just got locked? You been a slave Pay attention to the words that's up in this page I had you deader than the corpse that's up in the grave I'm just too damn nice, ain't it a shame? You used to score a lot until I came in the game I stop your whole existance and end your name While ya'll talk about war, we go all out I'm hitting too damn hard, I make you fall out I thought you was all icey, you thawed out? If your wifey talk slick, I can blow it out You was going the right way, but went the wrong route This is real life, I live to put the bomb out The rap powerhouse blow your song out Sound the bell and bring the gong out, now [Chorus]