Hot Spots Cold Nights

VERSE 1
got burners to squash weak crew pretenders
silly hot words son
burn tongues like tooting ends of phillys
steel surfer
swerve slums of bradford
rep this city's streets
serving circles of plastic
heavy spinning
projects and missions
outlining chrome letter fill-ins
wreck the village railroads next to buildings
flows epic
kill a weak cat fact
iller steaz
blast mad milly's as fingers squeeze fats caps
stop a fake weak flows next like diseased dope heads popping veins
paint stains rocking trains
stomp terrain all city
rainy days walking
if it's wet i'm waterproof
hit spots with roofs
hid in shelters
i scope and patrol sites
hot spots on cold nights
pop tops off chromes
styles behold
scroll the bold lines
roll dice decision make
above the system
inner city scape silver sprayer
chrome styles deliver mayhem
administrate pen tags
lyric statements stay next level
cats surviving on waste left like rats snack on dustbins for junk food or junkies will stack cash for smack bags and hunger for drug loot

HOOK
hot spots cold nights
how we roll like?
nightwork
serve the chromes bright
behold styles
doctor crobe monster hold mics
patrol sites
scope lines
whole life controlled by a rolled dice i hold tight

VERSE 2
don't sleep on crobes piece
have nightmares on chrome street
i'd only hold heat to proceed to smoke trees
with chromes be a good handler
how i push graphics like neighbourhood gangsters push addicts drug traffic
comes straight from skunk planters to daily blunt wrappers
inhaled to lungs cabbage
or maybe puff crack hits
rather be a gun blaster than a slug catcher
unplug the bloodbath
bullet buster
gut mash up
with tags tyrannical
the way i rock that's mechanical
on tracks the animal
drop jaws
detach your mandibles
it's understandable
spot reacher blueprints
i'm leaving juice drips
inky fingered demon do hits
when spots are busted i drop the substance and got to rush
hid lots of goods quick
on the run
think hastily
move, evade police
there ain't clues but stains i leave
by light rays this evening
moon's illuminating streets
plus street lamp silhouettes step swift to exits
hectic head flipped like i necked trips
the long arms of the law's too short to box with gods of the city streets industry
creepin invisibly