Destiny Dreams - 3 hots and a cot

Intro
*Trumpet*

Spitting my words like an automatic weapon

For every punk half stepping
Lets go

Hook
3 hots and a cot
Thats what i got
Living for the moment
Making it a lot

In this groove masterplanning this plot

Verse
Heavy hearted hype digging down during days

Fly rhymes come from razor sharp ways

Doing it to death
Against all lays

Ruining hip hop soul funking
O jays

Fight the power of corny in this fray

Like every boss player who lives to play

Suckers saturate who cannot slay

Hot shit not needing to cuss

Ms. frizzle driving the magic school bus
Some mistake for toys r us

While these serves are mad tight I bust

On sheer faith alone
I leap

Out the undеrground so competition read em and weep

Riding around gеtting it like the gorillas in my deep

As this come up I search high and low does creep

Dismissing doubters every leg sweep

Hook
3 hots and a cot
Thats what i got

Living for the moment
Making it a lot

In this groove masterplanning this plot

Verse
Back to the grindstone
Home sweet home
Were wild things Rome
Checking out the colosseum

Cats only wish but never try

Whiners think onions are chopped so babies cry

Bloody murder
Casey Anthony trials not as sly

That can't get away like a smooth criminal to scry

Lyric this hard

Dialing up diplomatic immunity on my rap calling card

Writing sonnets being the Avon of bard

Not leaving hip hop to any stupid tard

Failing life lessons all humans can teach giving a shard

Of time switching whats wack to right

Strength comes from brothers taking first flight

Never out the battle always ready to fight

Making destiny dreams manifest going out of sight

Hook
3 hots and a cot
Thats what i got

Living for the moment
Making it a lot

In this groove masterplanning this plot

Verse
Against shit hop stealing my spot

Lacking dialect being crackpot

Unable to pull triple sevens
I slot amazing grace no wack rapper tot

As this verbal baller stays Harlem globetrot

Sitting rookies down shooting my shot

Preventing decay some parlay considered rot

Putting punks in their place who need to get got

Proof living for any mechanical music bot

Been boop bop beep call me MR.big
Lot

Nancy Sinatra these boots kick down doors like swat

Putting nosy haters between red dot

Sleeping with freaks on a bed cot

Recording the wild thing talking heads stay hot

No seven minutes in heaven just a golden hour to jot

Once in a lifetime opportunities rocking your knot

Hook
3 hots and a cot
Thats what i got

Living for the moment
Making it a lot

In this groove masterplanning this plot