[Verse 1: Dude Royal] I'm gon' get it while it's hot cause I don't like it cold I'm a valley boy rapping so I change the mode Really not clueless, just a cool negro Truth be told told, I'm a rap nigga fa' sho Sick and tired of hearing 'bout all this global warmin' The reason why it's hot because I came and stormed in Come get it or not is what I tried to inform them Can't walk in these shoes cause my vans are smolderin'
[Verse 2: The Grouch] Fifteen minutes, is it fresh or off? All the fame you get if the pressure's off Hot sixteen's, teen dreams and schemes Buku blog fiends mucho blowin' steam Yes, man, I'm O.G. in the scene (word) A long term success, I'm-a be in the green It ain't buzz See what I means? I get love Two different things, but only one is enough
[Verse 3: Fashawn] I'm on another Fahrenheit, tearing mics Two-hundred degrees Burn MC's like kerosene Upedialyte Fashawn to remain king, compared to these parasites They scared of heights Won't even put up a fight Just guard your grill, my regime hard to kill Only connect with architects, now let's build I rhyme and hit 'em with a little [uh] 'Shawn in the middle It's venemous, every bar that I scribble, nigga
Hot right now [x8]
[Verse 4: Eligh] Equation, equator Sensation, that of nature Quotation, it burns my ears in pleasure, elation It's good and elevation Electric stimulation Education Emancipation proclamation for the imagination Stationary or cruising A visionary and soothing Passing by on a comet's tail, got to keep it moving So dramatic, cinematic Hot like grease to the face [hey hey] Super-soaker full of gasoline, would you like a taste? [hey hey]
[Verse 5: Bambu] AmpLive, gimme amplified over 808's and the crash and ride A landslide win when I go in Did he just go double time? Still I rhyme with a goal in mind To build with kids who do major crime At school I'm up on a grand design Keep us dumb, keep us blind Keeps us locked, keep us broke Keep us hooked on the drink and smoke Since the days I mentioned [?] we been up on the biggest joke It's hard enough to [?], and L.A. streets is butane so Hold it up and toast it up and dance it off to the words I wrote
[Verse 6: Zumbi] I shine like solo, but I'm cold like polo With a chip up on on my shoulder Then you charge, knock it over You in triple stage darkness, so call me abyss Thus, triple X-rating, murdering triple 6 I'm G.O.D. movement, the drum and the kick And the call me MC, but I'm more like a myth Like a coal train, breh, pulling deep up in this bitch If you cut me, I'm-a bleed all the rhymes that I rip
[Verse 7: Chris Young] Picture of the sun, see I'm black like a [?] Caliente [?], Chris Young's the missile I blast into the whole game I'm better than these rookies I'm a veteran, I'm ahead of them Wake up on Excedrin Your caffeine couldn't see the young teen That used to be nineteen, now out of the year See what I mean? See, the peers inside my vision never listen when they lock down Like water when it boils, you suckas are hot right now