Here Comes the Hotstepper -- Ini Kamoze

"Here Comes the Hotstepper," by Ini Kamoze
Released: 1994
Song sentiment: Someone with abnormally warm feet is approaching, so here's a bunch of disconnected, bizarre observations.
Original lyrics in blue
Analyzed lyrics in black
HOOK

Hit it. Nah, na na na nah, na na na nah, na na nah, na na nah, na na na nah.
Smack that. I taunt you.
CHORUS

Here comes the hotstepper, murderer. I’m the lyrical gangster, murderer. Pick up the crew in-a de area, murderer. Still love you like that, murderer.
Attention, convicted killer: Approaching is someone with very warm feet. I am part of a suspicious and violent group of writers. Hit on the nearby rowing team. I continue to have deep feelings of affection for you.

VERSE 1
No, no, we don’t die. Yes, we multiply. Anyone test will hear the fat lady sing. Act like you know, Rico. I know what Bo don’t know. Touch them up and go, uh-oh. Ch-ch-chang-chang.
Despite what you may think, we are immortal and, in fact, spawn identical clones. A caroling obese woman will entertain individuals who perform experiments. Hide your ignorance, Rico. I am aware of all the facts with which Bo is not familiar. Apply small amounts of makeup to their faces, then indicate you have made a mistake, and a cash register will sound.

CHORUS 2
Here comes the hotstepper, murderer. I’m the lyrical gangster, murderer. Excuse me mister officer, murderer. Still love you like that, murderer.
Convicted killer: Please revisit my earlier observations, and pardon my ill manners, male law enforcement official.

VERSE 2
Extraordinary. Juice like a strawberry. Money to burn baby, all of the time. Cut to fade is me. Fade to cut is she. Come juggle with me, I say every time.
Significantly above average. Sweet, natural liquid like a bite-sized red fruit. Cash to which we constantly set fire. I am a video editing technique. She is a late '80s hairstyle. I relentlessly suggest we perform a circus act.

CHORUS 3
Here comes the hotstepper, murderer. I’m the lyrical gangster, murderer. Dial emergency number, murderer. Still love you like that, murderer.
Convicted killer: Refer to what I stated before. And call 911.

(HOOK)

VERSE 3
Start like a jackrabbit. Finish in front of it. On the night is jack, that’s it, understand. I’m the daddy of the mack daddy. His are left in gold, maybe. Ain’t no homey gonna play me, top celebrity man.
Begin as if you are a wild hare, and end while standing before something. A slice of cheese or a construction tool, but nothing else, is on top of the evening; do you follow me? My son was in Kris Kross. A man's belongings may have been abandoned in a naturally occurring, highly valuable metallic element. Not one clown played by Damon Wayans is going to perform a musical number using my body, because I am more famous than everyone.

(CHORUS 2)

VERSE 4
No, no, we don’t die. Yes, we multiply. Anyone test will hear the fat lady sing. Act like you know, “G” go. I know what Bo don’t know. Touch them up and go, uh-oh. Ch-ch-chang-chang.

I've explained most of this. Also, in addition to Rico, the seventh letter of the alphabet should hide his ignorance, then leave.

(HOOK)

CHORUS 4
Here comes the hotstepper, murderer. I’m the lyrical gangster, murderer. Big up all crew bow ya, murderer. Still love you like that, murderer.
Please refer to my earlier statements. Also, I think my friends are overweight.

(OUTRO)