heated it up

VERBAL FURNACE [Intro] Yeah... Check it. No rehearsal. No warm-up. Just words and a beat. Let's work. [Verse 1] I'm vicious with verses, absurd with the wording, Disturbingly perfect whenever I'm working, No need for rehearsing, the best man's emerging, I'm lurking beneath the surface, Observing the purpose. I've made it my purpose to keep it disturbing, Serving it hotter than furnaces burning, The temperature's surging, the pressure is worsening, The second I start, every syllable's scorching. I'm surgical with it, each word has a purpose, I murder the beat with a verbal excursion, My pen has a mind of its own when it's working, I don't write verses— I unleash what's emerging. I came from the bottom with something to prove, Now give me a rhythm and watch what I do, I twist up the syllables, switch up the groove, Then kick in the door with a completely new move. [Hook] I'm heating it up— Turn the temperature higher, Word after word, I'm supplying the fire. You wanted the heat? Then step in the furnace, 'Cause once I start working, There's no way to reverse it. I'm heating it up— Every verse getting hotter, Every bar getting harder, Every beat getting slaughtered. I don't need a warning, I came here to burn it— Put me on the track... I'll turn it to a furnace! [Verse 2] I'm verbally violent with intricate writing, The rhythm I'm riding is constantly rising, I'm timing the timing precisely while finding New ways to combine every rhyme I'm designing. Internal after internal, syllable stacking, I'm building a pattern that's difficult tracking, You think that I'm finished? I'm only unpacking Another attack from the back of the back-end. I bend words till they break, Then I make 'em reform, Put a storm in the form of a lyrical swarm, Every thought gets transformed when it lands on the page, Then I set it ablaze when I step on the stage. No gimmicks, no filler, no meaningless chatter, I'm meticulous with every letter I scatter, If the beat is the canvas, I'm painting it blacker, Then lighting the canvas and watching it shatter. [Hook] I'm heating it up— Turn the temperature higher, Word after word, I'm supplying the fire. You wanted the heat? Then step in the furnace, 'Cause once I start working, There's no way to reverse it. I'm heating it up— Every verse getting hotter, Every bar getting harder, Every beat getting slaughtered. I don't need a warning, I came here to burn it— Put me on the track... I'll turn it to a furnace! [Verse 3 — Rapid Fire] Vicious with verses, I'm bursting the circuit, Disturbing the surface whenever I work it, I'm perfectly certain my purpose is burning, Emerging and turning the words into serpents. They're twisting and curling and striking on purpose, The rhythm is urgent, the pattern is murderous, I'm never reversing, I'm steadily learning To turn every version of me into further improvement. I accelerate, elevate, penetrate every perimeter, Generate pressure that's greater than anything anybody's ever considered, Letter by letter I'm better with every endeavor, I'm severing every competitor's measure. I'm back with a barrage of hazardous language, I damage the beat with a savage advantage, My cadence is manic, my patterns volcanic, I'm handing you heat you can't handle or manage! [Breakdown] Wait... You hear that? That's not the beat. That's the temperature rising. [Final Verse] Now I'm back in the furnace, Where the pressure is perfect, The words getting worked till the wording is worthless To anyone thinking they possibly heard this— I'm turning the verses to permanent verdicts. No need for rehearsal, I came with the purpose, I'm digging beneath every layer of the surface, Then pulling the words from the depths of the furnace— And feeding the fire with every damn verse! [Outro Hook] Vicious with verses— Absurd with the wording. Disturbingly perfect— No need for rehearsing. The temperature's rising, The pressure's emerging, I made it my purpose To keep it disturbing. Hotter than a furnace, I'm burning the beat. Give me any rhythm— I'll turn up the heat. No matter the version, The mission's determined: I'm vicious with verses... AND I'M JUST GETTING STARTED.