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Ahmad "King Tut" Osman - "38 Hundred Degrees"

Street made street ways i was raised in the guttah/
Smootha than suede slicker than butter/
Smarts and good looks I get it from my Mother/
No other can compare so dont even bother/
And dont even hollah cuz im hotter than boilin water/
Blue nile oil comin out of my pores/
A unique Karisma and game galore/
Explore my nature never been a hater/
Check my resume ambitious and clever/
Sever the weak the stronger the better/
You already obsolete sold your soul for cheddar/
So put on your crucifix and go play yourself /
I can see the fake in you so I dont believe u true/
Blunts and emcees I don' blazed a few/
Roll with a reckless crew never mentioning names its a taboo/
Raspy when I rap leaving faces redder than ragu/
Creep when I slide through peep what my vibe do/
keep the beat goin on and on like Ericka Bahdu/
Next to the birds and the clouds I'm fly too/
Sick like I got the flu spit through any kind of obstacles/
And that's so easy to do when your lyrically unfadable/
flowing colder than igloos freeze up when u hear the truth/
How am I reaching you do you need a visual/
Now picture me on the streets doin shows and clockin G's/
now picture me Locked up in the penitentiary/
You cowards love testin me knowing your sweeter than/
Little debbies recipe you killin me/
clamin you pimpin like sugar free but trickin off on every hoe you see/
38 the hot shit no hook no bridge/
its just pure floetry and I dont mean them two chicks/
you already know me I will never forfit/
A machete or a full clip will do that ass real quick/
Blood oozin out wounds cuz u wanted to trip/
But dont even trip cuz u know I come equipt/
with pumps like old school jumps I'll lay down all u chumps/
Right now on the ground like pig with a grudge/
38 hundred degrees now u tell me that i aint hot enough.