I burn tracks when I’m speakin’ just to keep the party freakin,
we keep it hot, while the others heat seakin',
so stop drop and roll cuz' i'm out of control
i'm the equator, you’re just the north pole
flip like a skater doin' tricks when i talk
you're just an amateur and i'm tony hawk
flash like a camera, strut when i walk
can't handle my stamina, my full out assault
i've caught a lot of mc's who talk about their ice
i talk about my fire, cuz' it aint nothing nice
you can't entice ugly like janet reno
i spice up the track, so call me jalapeno
step on the stage, turn a mic into ash
with my words on a page it's equivalent to cash
my tongue’s a trigger finger, none can test
the flows, i compose in the lab
when i grab my pen and pad
i do shows, and rock with the pros
i spit flames like my breath’s propane
those that oppose, feel my ill technique
i make sure ya know that i gots the heat

it’s the heat , the hot shit ya bump
set fire to a track so what, what you want
it’s the heat ya get burned by the beat
the music that ya blazin’ up and down the street 2x

not a volcano but i'm blowin' up
flows like lava stayin' hot in the cut
ya get stuck like ya froze in ya tracks
cuz' this heat is too hot for the needle on wax
i blaze it to the max, with facts i spit the fire
out my mouth like a dragon cuz' this temperature is higher
speakin’ words of wisdom, there's wisdom in my words
I’m the cool sick, lunatic, i'm blowin' up the suburbs
this kid is raw and comin' rawer this year
i turned it up so i'm comin' in clear
fear what i say, cuz’ the truth might hurt ya
i play no games on the mic it's like a murder
be verbally servin' the lyrics perfectly worded
with purpose burden thee with burgundy stains like it's a surgery
and certainly when I’m stage don’t close curtain
the streets say it pays to hustle, I raise you double
see i'm workin' overtime for a nickel and a dime
you know i'm makin' sense, the expense, i'm gettin' mine
I’m gettin' paid to play, to display phat joints
All you roaches sprayed with Raid, by this MC you can’t fade
x-rayed ya escalade, saw how you look afraid
you can't get past me, like a trooper’s barricade
Serenade a track, come back and hit you harder
you couldn't get the price right if you were Bob Barker.
Flows go like rapids they’re too rough to ride
so wear a life jacket if you dare to even try.
Verses multiply so you square what I supply
you better do the math if you think you gon’ reply

it’s the heat , the hot shit ya bump
set fire to a track so what, what you want
it’s the heat ya get burned by the beat
the music that ya blazin’ up and down the street 2x


Lyrics submitted by brian

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