I go 0 to an 1,000 degrees
Flow like getting stung by an Thousand bees
Got an 1,000 bars
For any Thousand to spar
I write on top of Earth lookin at 1,000 of stars
I got to go an Thousand times harder
The goaline a 100 yards
But it feels like it's an Thousand times farther
Thousand times thousands of cells charged up
Flames enraged on a rampage harbored
Heart and Soul on fire
the burning desire
is ready to Conquer
I dont even believe this fire can be put out by water
Im the Summers Sun
An when i spit that mean Winter begun
Venomous Tongue
You lookin at Venom
Bringing carnage with Lyricism
I can go head to head with Thor
With my Holy Sword
Thunder god vs A Son Of God
Being hot i call that a Summer job
You rappers need a Hot Rod
I turn the booth into a Hot Box
You rappers better play Hop Scotch
To get to the Top spot