Hott Bizness - Lyrics Born

Ferocious

The most explosive, mackadocious, potentest

Braggadocious vocalist going postal

Toast of both coasts from Oakland to Hoboken

Holding my cirrhosis foes with hypnosis

I’m goin' toe-to-toe with these soldiers, totally bogus

Smokin' on showbiz ass posers that don’t show no emotion

Hold my folks close but hold my foes closer than coats on clothes pins

I don’t know if you noticed

But when I stroll in through the door

My opponents is frozen like a yeoman on a boat that’s seen a ghost ship in the

ocean

Eyes bulging wide open like a goldfish

I told him, «Homie lower your dosage»

I go back like topaz stones or zirconium

I go back like homeroom boners over Winona

And I go back like envelopes with no postage

I told y’all I can hold my own

Now if you note it

I’ve got true magic all about, it’s all you really need

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I’ve got true magic all about, it’s all you really need

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Don’t be ridiculous homie, acting belligerent talking

You want an incident involving fisticuffs, listen up closely

I can’t be pissed at you, though that’s only ambitious that’s talking

Plus since we on the issue, let’s just discuss this

You shouldn’t listen to all these critics' that pigeon hole me

They’re constantly fishing for stories, actin' mischievous homie

But don’t get it twisted though

Don’t think for a minute I’m jokin'

This is my business, I’m always biz

Ain’t that enough to eat?

I’ve got true magic all about, it’s all you really need

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I’ve got true magic all about, it’s all you really need

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Soul yodelin', overloading the court

This audience explodin' blowin' up the auditorium

Ignoring city ordinance, bodily parts showin'

But it’s normal though, par for the course for Lyrics Born

Your father’d have a cardiac arrest in his cardigan vest

If he saw how his daughter gets when she’s partyin' just

Like New Orleans at Mardi Gras, or Rio at Carnivale

Y’all believe me now, it’s all of the above

Pourin' out a little more Drakkar Noir

For all of the funk we’ve lost in the art form

I’m at war with y’all

Recording artists making horrible songs

Crack your porcelain jaw

Now come on and sing the chorus for us

I’ve got true magic all about, it’s all you really need

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I’ve got true magic all about, it’s all you really need

Yeah, yeah, yeah

This is hot business, baby, line ‘em up like tic-tac-toe

This is hot business, baby, coming off like this man’s clothes

This is hot business, baby, line ‘em up like tic-tac-toe

This is hot business, baby, coming off like this man’s clothes

This is hot business, baby, line ‘em up like tic-tac-toe

This is hot business, baby, coming off like this man’s clothes

This is hot business, baby, line ‘em up like tic-tac-toe

This is hot business, baby, coming off like this man’s clothes

This is hot business, baby, line ‘em up like tic-tac-toe