Hot to Def

[Intro]

1000 degrees Hot

[Verse 1]

Continuously, yeah

Who's that crazy nigga

Drinkin crazy pussy out of crazy straw

Kicking crazy hardcore, crazy metaphors

When I rap competitions perform disappearing acts

Niggas ask why the Squad be on it like that

Cause we stay with the lethal dosage

Click on the Mic MC's run like roaches

Truthfully I think them niggas is gay

Always havin a party with no DJ

I had to hold my head in disbelief

Them short winded niggas tried to smoke the chief

Of the frontal leaf Keith

Knowing damn well they can't win

My style is rougher than army gear and old timb

The east coast say ill

The west coast say ill

My squad is def they don't give a fuck

They say kill

Cause we can all sing together

But we can't talk together

That's why I pack the black gat up under the leather

And keep it hot

[Chorus]

It's 96 degrees in the shade

He's heating up

1000 degrees

He's heating up - nah brother I'm on fire!

[Verse 2]

I got nuts like Almond Joy, like Mounds you don't

I say and do a lot of things some fake rappers won't

Now I'm the show shocker plus the show stopper

Down with makin G's and all the block clockers

Down with L.O.D., the motherf-ing cop droppers

Down with Def Squad flying through your hood in choppers

Yeah we done been in more shit in the past year

Than the bloods and crips care to hear

Ear to ear, Glock to hand, Mic to mouth, resuscitation

Psychosomatic creation

Killing off the nation of perpetration

Player hating, bringin confrontation

I'll shoot your hips up and make you bogle like Jamaicans

I'm doing my thing, if you feel me do your thing

Y'all niggas know my style

I smoke weed on trains and planes

Murderous material submerging from my brain

Chumpin top dollar niggas into small change

And make it hot

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

I'm the unfuckwitable incredible lyrical individual

Boy your not suitable

I work wonders over the beats

It's no wonder phony MC's get out numbered

Timberlands get tumbled

With Red I make MCs pee the bed

Relax your head

Accomodations and compliments of the infrared

Theoretically, hypothetically, practically

Actually ain't nobody fucking with me

I'll sell your stupid ass the Brooklyn Bridge

If you think an MC in your camp can fuck with the kid

I want the sun not to shine for six months, to see who fronts

While the Squad light up the sky with blunts

If you catch a nigga dreaming

Thinking he can fuck with my enterprise

Wake him up, smack em, make him apologize

Cause we be on their lemonade type shit

I ain't no faggot but you derelicts can suck my dick

I make it hot

[Chorus]