The heat when we spittin, 2 MC's in the kitchen
the recipe for invention, Hotda like achord with extension
the lords of the rippin, the hottest with the phonix
2 penmen that ship prolix like narcotics, yeah we flawless
(Coleon)
hotter than Denver's flamin Bronco, or some cajun nachos
if ya hot, cause ya chick's got, taco bell, valcano taco
ya make it rain, became a poncho, the rock flow, spittin trauma
git it propa, my firearms flame throw ya into a pit of lava
equited hotta, my napalm flow sprayed on leave a dude torn
a jedi, so fly, walk the sky, you could say i'm Luke warm
evaporate a rapper's fate, the dew form, pen leaves ya saudered
and authors hotter than desert mauraders in need of water
decreeing slaughter, dire verses, proses fire spurtin
burnin, i'm hot, no wonder Coal resides in a furnace
with writing i earn this, matter of fact you're the corniest
on this track, i go ahead of the Class like a validictorian
styling notorious, me and King mash, we swing bats
on these tracks, our shine is combined, it's a heat flash
some street raps, over flowin like Dub D's in Cup C's
oxymoronical, rap whore chronicle, when i SPIT i SUCK-SEED
the heat when we spittin, 2 MC's in the kitchen
the recipe for invention, Hotda like achord with extension
the lords of the rippin, the hottest with the phonix
2 penmen that ship prolix like narcotics, yeah we flawless
(Class The King)
Blazing on the pad, fighting fire with fire like it’s a pyro-brawl
My shits real, your wack stuff has no back up like a gyro ball
My flows called the best, the shit flows hotter then liquid plasma
Let ya scorch and burn, torched ya turn on the mic and sent it past ya
Grab the pen blazin with men praisin, I accept it with aums open (arms)
This track is so hot that when im done spittin my jaw’s smokin
He draws close n’ he knows can feel the flames even when at a far
When I hit the stage, it’s like I lit a blaze hotter then slimms avatar
When I rap a bar trying to reach my level will be an emcees wish
The heat n’ pressure released a fresher vibe, this track’s igneous
The bitch resists the overwhelming fury of the fervent explosion
If you fear it is us then your spirit is crushed by the perfect implosion
My skills emergence arose when I hit the bar and the time was needed
A verse from hell, you can burst and yell but wait till the rhymes completed
He cried n’ pleaded, but Coleon and Class kept rolling on past, hot as shit
Left em torn asunder, fucked, when the thunder struck from our profits bitch
The heat when we spittin, 2 MC's in the kitchen
the recipe for invention, Hotda like achord with extension
the lords of the rippin, the hottest with the phonix
2 penmen that ship prolix like narcotics, yeah we flawless