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