Burnin Hot by Tha Mexakinz Lyrics
Aight, Yo
Once again
Tha Mexakinz
Another one
We got the motherfucking syndrome
Along with my partner the Capitol I-Man
Doing this shit
Mexicano modem
No doubt about that
Flip the menu
[Mr. Sinful One - Verse 1:]
My voice changes men back to boys
And leaves them on bending knee
So what's the remedy gonna be for my enemies , approach
And watch me get ill when my lyrics spill
Shit is real when they miss the fan and hit the mill, still water
My sound gets wetter than a sherm-head
Your stylе's sus' son that much you should be sperm-fed
I'm turning hеads like the exorcist when flexing this
Your fucking crew is so shook they need some exce's kid
The tech-style flow from will have you so numb
Fore some MC's be falling off like the hair on my scrotum, now
No one can get with the Latin linguistic
I'm quite storm like a mystic dropping verbal all balistics
For instance it gets deep like when I speak
My track shop beats like Ramon on beat streets, see
So don't sleep I wake up shows like Joe Quicks
Cus my dicks in drip drowning fools like the abyss
[Chorus - O.D.B:]
MC's I be burnin', burnin' hot x8
[Capitol I-Man - Verse 2:]
Well it's the cold host
Form Coast to Coast we post in from the West
Posses the skills to bring it to your chest like cardiac arrest
You test the wrong brown individual I do critical damage
The type of shit an Army can't manage
Disadvantage can't hang with my awkward slang
Opposing enemies serving the penalties we bring
I be the merciless, Mexicans with the verbal spliff
I could be flexing with the best of them
Flowing with the rest of them
Manifesting nothing but lessons to be learned
Don't come at me with your style that's played out like sideburns
Cus the king is dead you couldn't hang with ?
Right before he got all shooked up he started croaking
But I'mma stay true to the greens smoking weed
Without seeds don't provoke to make may brain bleed indeed
Competition better know their place
Cus if they can't take the heat then stay the fuck out my face
[Chorus - O.D.B:]
MC's I be burnin', burnin' hot x8
[Mr. Sinful One - Verse 3:]
See I come off like a cap in church to snatch the words
Right up out your grill-piece
Don't trip my syndrome still leaves bodies dead
I'm hot as feds up at the weed spots
You need Glocks
Cause you're as pussy as the g-spot
I got your tounge like the cat
Where ? try to bust but couldn't come dope
With coke up in they nutsacks
I can't wait to rock a fella leave the man bread like Giorgio
You're fucking with the wrong Mexican is what you dont know
[Capitol I-Man - Verse 4:]
I let it be known that I roam with lyrical syndrome
You couldn't beat it with the bat if you was Al' Capone
Cus I'm untouchable when I bust the verbs check the words
As I meantally elavate and stimulate your nerves
Capitol I-Man smacking up eyes when try'na visualize me
Knowing better it's best to realize me
To despise me that's no a wise decision
Cus I burn MC's to hell like a bad religion, straight up!
[Chorus - O.D.B:]
MC's I be burnin', burnin' hot x8
Once again
Tha Mexakinz
Another one
We got the motherfucking syndrome
Along with my partner the Capitol I-Man
Doing this shit
Mexicano modem
No doubt about that
Flip the menu
[Mr. Sinful One - Verse 1:]
My voice changes men back to boys
And leaves them on bending knee
So what's the remedy gonna be for my enemies , approach
And watch me get ill when my lyrics spill
Shit is real when they miss the fan and hit the mill, still water
My sound gets wetter than a sherm-head
Your stylе's sus' son that much you should be sperm-fed
I'm turning hеads like the exorcist when flexing this
Your fucking crew is so shook they need some exce's kid
The tech-style flow from will have you so numb
Fore some MC's be falling off like the hair on my scrotum, now
No one can get with the Latin linguistic
I'm quite storm like a mystic dropping verbal all balistics
For instance it gets deep like when I speak
My track shop beats like Ramon on beat streets, see
So don't sleep I wake up shows like Joe Quicks
Cus my dicks in drip drowning fools like the abyss
[Chorus - O.D.B:]
MC's I be burnin', burnin' hot x8
[Capitol I-Man - Verse 2:]
Well it's the cold host
Form Coast to Coast we post in from the West
Posses the skills to bring it to your chest like cardiac arrest
You test the wrong brown individual I do critical damage
The type of shit an Army can't manage
Disadvantage can't hang with my awkward slang
Opposing enemies serving the penalties we bring
I be the merciless, Mexicans with the verbal spliff
I could be flexing with the best of them
Flowing with the rest of them
Manifesting nothing but lessons to be learned
Don't come at me with your style that's played out like sideburns
Cus the king is dead you couldn't hang with ?
Right before he got all shooked up he started croaking
But I'mma stay true to the greens smoking weed
Without seeds don't provoke to make may brain bleed indeed
Competition better know their place
Cus if they can't take the heat then stay the fuck out my face
[Chorus - O.D.B:]
MC's I be burnin', burnin' hot x8
[Mr. Sinful One - Verse 3:]
See I come off like a cap in church to snatch the words
Right up out your grill-piece
Don't trip my syndrome still leaves bodies dead
I'm hot as feds up at the weed spots
You need Glocks
Cause you're as pussy as the g-spot
I got your tounge like the cat
Where ? try to bust but couldn't come dope
With coke up in they nutsacks
I can't wait to rock a fella leave the man bread like Giorgio
You're fucking with the wrong Mexican is what you dont know
[Capitol I-Man - Verse 4:]
I let it be known that I roam with lyrical syndrome
You couldn't beat it with the bat if you was Al' Capone
Cus I'm untouchable when I bust the verbs check the words
As I meantally elavate and stimulate your nerves
Capitol I-Man smacking up eyes when try'na visualize me
Knowing better it's best to realize me
To despise me that's no a wise decision
Cus I burn MC's to hell like a bad religion, straight up!
[Chorus - O.D.B:]
MC's I be burnin', burnin' hot x8