Correction Lyrics The New Hotness (Nates Beats Remix) by The Palmer Squares

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I'm about as real as I keep it, like a secret
How you feel when I speak it?
Wreak it, nasty on the M-I-C
It's a fact, Palmer Squares in the spot so get back

Now I take a little sip of my Stella Artois and puff a fat sack
Yo dawg, I burn it to crisp
They told me to get a grip
Well, I'm a seven-arm octopus and that's that
For real, kid, I'm terminal sick
I drop sh*t like when hoppin' on the porcelain throne
We will forever rock it like the Sorcerer's Stone
Keepin' it hot, we the cream of the crop
You on some spoiled milk
We so dirty like a seagull in the oil spill
Dirty like a soil mill, get your soap and brushes
I'm the new hotness but I drop the old and busted
Now sit back, poof chronic heads
Term gon' spit that bubonic plague
I'm a true prophet slippin' through sonnets smooth
Like my boot tip was dipped in blue bonnet
The top dog spit words through the muzzle
Rhymes is the passion but herbs is the hustle
Rolling on your block, got the perps in a duffel
You know how it goes, one gram turns to a couple pounds
I'm underground but I got bars
Like cop cars, I don't lose service in tunnels
Get the mic hot 'til it burns in my knuckles
Term hits a stage and he turns it to rubble
And sure, there's some dames that'll nourish and love you
But I want a bird in the cage with the curves and the bubble

(You know the deal)
'Cause I'm about as real as I keep it, like a secret
How you feel when I speak it?
Wreak it, nasty on the M-I-C
It's a fact, Palmer Squares in the spot so get back

Yo, I wake up with the hair of the dog
Wakin' up next to various broads
And they ain't wearin' they bras, for real
Thinking slowly 'cause I stay intoxicated
Even so, I got this game on lock
Let's say I puff some reefer then I chug a litre of gin
I could still pull up, hit the buzzer beater and win
I guess I get it from a feeling within'
And for me to leave you speechless all I need is the M-I-C
Book a show, it's guaranteed we're gon' fill the place
Palmer Squares in your face like a pillowcase
I'll speak a stanza 'til I can't breathe
Bring your cameras, y'all
Ac's the bees pajamas and the cat's knees
You can catch these MCs packin' trees
Sippin' on pabsts 'til the rack is empty
Rap patent pending
Don't expect a happy ending when you step to Ac
'Cause he be apprehending the wack
Stop acting trendy
And pretending you got Benjis' stacked when you don't
You as broke as me
But I can melt the track with that vocal heat
So take a step back
I'm so methodical
Hoppin' over obstacles
Rappers topple over when I sock 'em in the optical, yeah
You can spot us where the ganja grows
And before I gotta go, I just want you know the deal

(You know the deal)
'Cause I'm about as real as I keep it, like a secret
How you feel when I speak it?
Wreak it, nasty on the M-I-C
It's a fact, Palmer Squares in the spot so get back

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