Hot & Cold

[Hook]
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Some think that I'm hot
Some think that I'm cold
Some think that I'm copper
And some think that I'm gold
Some think I'm a gift
And some think that I'm coal
Don't matter what they think
I still speak my soul

[Verse 1]

Couldn't solve my rhymes like an algebra equation
My invasion is just based on persuasion of just persuading
Listeners that rap is changing
I'm not changing though
Club promoters paying me to come out to their show
Based on just my flow
They think I'm from a borough
My rhymes are never borrowed
My pain is never sorrowed
I'm riding on a Haro in sorrow, down in key lago
Check my bravado, I'm macho, it is time to go
Ya vado
Which means that I go in a foreign lingo
If she single then you know I'm tryna mingle
She want all of my chips but I'm not talking Pringle
Deliver rhymes on time man I'm talking Kris Kringle
Protect my house and family just like a shingle
From the back woods but I'm not talking ingle
I wrote this just for you, do you like my little jingle
I tried to keep it simple, and your simple minded so I kept it simple
Explain a little
Cus this world is complicated
Tried to understand it only got me aggravated agitated mind was saturated
Had me feeling mutilated
I'm the one they hated, the one when that they hate
They say to my face they think I'm great
They're fake snakes behind my back they say I need to pump my brakes
But wait I took the brakes out my traits a long time ago
Now I'm close to success head spinning merry go
All I need is my stereo
These people too serio
I eat their hate like cereal, I'm king like imperial
People loving my material
And I'm above hate I'm talking bout that aerial
Me rapping and my cousin popping on the varials
Never popping with venereal
No diseases transmitted my music emitted over the internet
My project will erect a music everybody will just respect
I interject this intellect
For my intelligent fans keeping me in check
The ones I never met
Yet they tell me one day I will rock NYC like a met
You better bet that

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