Yo, step inside, feel the scorch of defeat,
Flames rise high, you can't stand the heat.

Pressure on max, like the sun on the street,
Sweat drips hot, pulse pounds to the beat.
Chasing this grind, no time for retreat,
Hold tight to the mic, spittin' fire, elite.
They tremble in the kitchen, scared of the burn,
Talkin' that game, now it’s my turn.

If you can’t stand the heat, step out my zone,
This throne’s too fiery, I keep it my own.
Blaze through the fake, torch through the lies,
Too lit in my soul, watch the truth rise.

I’m forged in the flame, no fear of the blaze,