Mr. Walt - It's Gettin' Hot lyrics

What do we have here... It's gettin hot yo, it's gettin hot Mr. Walt, Beatminerz, Evil Dee... yo [El Da Sensai] Who wants to see how we be the doper an*lyst Antagonist with scripts, be from the Bricks perfect There's no denying that you're spying -- trying to see the graph But you're knowing that can't f** with the mathe-matcian When I rip and tip-in rebounds with mounds of work Jerks get down, cause they know we hurt the sound So ease as I please these OG's with seeds that Be fat, need that, Artifacts CD black [Tame One] My theoretical medical rhetoric is terrible, but bearable Instead of sheddin wool, I'm takin sedatives MC repetatives, think they competetive But I'm the Exodus, of executing All of my et ceteras, my Book of Revelations Speak of hesitation, but I got the longest lines In Newark since Club Sensations Haitians, request me on the station like I'm Lauryn But if I ain't touring there ain't no rapper on the street scorin (word up) and that's word to my moms Chorus: Artifacts It's gettin hot -- it's gettin hot MC's y'all know the steez The rap game is gettin hot, consumers on they knees Please, y'all know the steez The rap game is gettin hot, consumers on they knees It's gettin hot -- MC's, yo, y'all know the steez The rap game is gettin hot, consumers on they knees Peace, y'all know the steez The rap game is gettin hot consumers on the knees [El Da Sensai] Ac-tual, natural blends that tend To leave MC's stagnated, rated number ten In all secret wars when we on tour for Now and forever rockin sh** for your pleasure [Tame One] It's the secret agent (double oh seven) mental patient Smokin blunts for information But you can catch me at the dugout, eatin kennel rations Rap innovations, causin confrontations And I got some fast a**ed styles, so go and chase one Hah, you lose from takeoff, so break off your shake off Cause here comes the payoff, for Ferris on his Day Off Hieroglyphic, mystic, misfit rips sh**, toxic Mr. Rock Bugs Bunny who outfoxes, all of the blunted gun runners The small Wonder like Vicki Bustin lyrical nuts and gettin sticky (touch me there, right there, ooh ooh) Chorus (w/ variations) [El Da Sensai] For much we lust, it be us, A-R-T f**in smash parties, n***as win, hardly Smartly, advance no chance my lyrics prance upon the tracks Snap on, motherf**ers who can't catch on To my, do or die, stature bound to catch ya Those who try and match the, master not an actor, poseur Wet with rap caliber, challengers Wonder how I handle the, dates on my calendar Using, verbal a**ault to insult Those who wish to diss the first born is catchin fault Self taught, not many can say that So put the needle to the groove and listen to real rap So I'ma come to a close, it be the pros, y'all know the steez The rap game is gettin hot, consumers on they knees Chorus (w/ variations)