The Heat

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