HEAT OF HELL FREESTYLE

The rap shows are going slow, the rows of Average Joes,

the bros and hoes know that going postal is not chosen,

oh, woah, these rappers doze off 'till blood from their nose,

reap what you sow, and I flow like the cold wind will blow,

oh no, both coasts, coast to coast, I'm coasting but those,

hoes will try to boast and stop me, but as that light glows,

so bright, yo, you'll know that I won't pose or slow the most,

dope raps that I slowly jot, know I'm not the foes, I'm ghost,

I roast these ghosts with flows that I boast, and I compose,

these songs that I flow at shows 'till I fall down like dominoes,

these foes with no portfolios will try simply to overthrow,

my legacy, but as long as all of my emotions flows over,

know that I hold these stone cold boulders and both shoulders,

cold I'm no supposed to go postal as long as still with homes,

from the underground, I chose to have goals and I'm close,

to achieving, long as I'm breathing, I roast 'em like a stove,

and yo, I overthrow the throne, and long as I'm in the zone,

I'm digging holes for these poor souls, and the shoe soles,

will reach the street and each time that I will hit the road,

I know that I've got scrolls of hip-hop poems, I always go,

where shows explode like tornadoes and volcanoes, oh,

bloggers and hogs will continue to jot about your bologna,

I'm not gonna stop this hip-hop 'till I drop and then you jot,

me down on your list of greats like Pac, and I've locked,

this game up, I came up to fame, my name is the top,

with those cocky hot shots at the top who act like they,

shot cops and cock Glocks, rock hot blocks and pop rocks,

I cockblock 'em, the mock hot shots who think they're all that,

but rap will cap 'em with lyrical guns long as they snap back,

the heat of hell