Turn the heat Up

I wanted to cry but yo shit ain't Burning I wanted fire to warm my pen i expected some thing different ain't feeling this shit you proved me right that I'm the real Mc nigga you don't see you blind lemme give yah a wheelchair my bars are coming with stroke I'm on the mic, ready to provoke Spit fire flows that'll make you choke I'm the king of this rap game, call me the pope I'll leave you shook, like you just had a stroke I'm a lyrical genius, my words cut deep I dominate the game, while you sleep I'm a heavyweight, you're just a weakling I'll leave you in the dust, while I'm still reaping I'm unstoppable, like a force of nature My rhymes hit hard, like a freighter I'm on top of my game, I'm the ruler I'll leave you in my dust, just a measly drooler I'm the rap fame MC no debate I'll leave you in awe, with my lyrical state I'll leave you in awe, with my lyrical state I'll leave you in awe, with my lyrical state next please