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