( *scratching of* )  (So hot)  (Ya know it's hot)    (Guaranteed hot shit)    [ CHORUS ]  We now interrupt your regularly scheduled programmin  Of hours of commercial rap and slow jammin  To bring you the latest news and scientific breakthroughs  A special update for those who woke up late  Heard my last jam but didn't quite get it  You took my tape home, put it on but couldn't fit it  You wouldn't admit it, but you bit it  You tried to swallow it but couldn't follow it, you shouldn'ta did it  Y'all cats need to quit it, I'm sayin, stop playin with it  You, your crew and your DJ can hit it  It's time to clean out your locker  And make way for the mind shocker, chief rhyme rocker  Boom-shaka-laka, park-jam-street-blocker  '81 summer heat, 'Big Beat' knocker  Rang-dang-doogie-da-dang-da-dang-doogie  Tootie bang-bang, 2 train to the Boogie  Born in the Bronx, raised in Manhattan  I been to Brooklyn, Queens and Staten  Am I still rappin - what you're tryin to tell me?  Hit em with the 12", slap em with the LP  God please help me to understand you  Walkin round frontin like you got somethin brand new    [ CHORUS ]  Now I don't know what y'all been told  But if ya hot ya hot and if ya not ya cold  If ya slip ya trip but if ya hip ya hop  And if it don't flip then it's bound to flop  If it don't touch the bottom won't hit the top  And if ya can't rap then ya needs to stop    (Ya know it's hot)  Yo, this is not a test  (Ya know it's hot)  Yo, this is not a test  So I hope you got your vest  Unless you wanna feel hot steel in your chest    [ VERSE 2 ]  Nobody gets out alive till the cops arrive  A shot from a .45 couldn't stop my vibe  Phase me or daze me, nobody plays me  Five-o shot at me, but yo, they gotta be crazy  They only grazed me, I had to be swayze  My mama always told me not to be lazy  See, back in the days we used to breathe and live this  When grabbin a mic wasn't a right but a privilege  When you came to the party had to be prepared  When you stepped to the stage I could see you're scared  Don't even bring it to me, I'ma take it there  Your whole crew just against me just to make it fair  Now who wanna mess around and test the sound  And try to pick it up when you can't put it down    [ CHORUS ]   See I don't know what y'all been told  But if ya hot ya hot and if ya not ya cold  If ya slip ya trip but if ya hip ya hop  And if it don't flip then it's bound to flop  If it don't touch the bottom won't hit the top  And if ya can't rap...    [ VERSE 3 ]  Then you needs to stop runnin off at the mouth  You can even step forth, break north or fly south  Look east, go west, now choose who's the best  Who spit that hot shit that'll bruise your flesh  Tell me who rocks the boat and who steers the rudders?  Who brings home the bread and prepares the buttas?  I got rap pages that collapse stages  My style is wild like pitbulls trapped in cages  I cause more scare than Godzilla  Guerilla warfare, there's a stone cold killer  The kid from the Bronx who stomps your whole villa  Uptown, gimme the crown, there is none iller  You're still a part-time, petty crime nickel and dime  With two feet on a street corner kickin a rhyme  You shoulda kept it real from Jump Street  Record sales slump, you got cut off like lunch meat  Life, thou's strife now, don't it feel strange  To be on top then get dropped like loose change?  I guess when ya hot ya hot  And when you choose to snooze then you lose your spot    [ CHORUS ]