Ash in the wind, heat rash from within
Got me burning, head turning, heightened like some S&M
Scene so dreamy and about to turn steamy
Whole world caught on fire my three wishes from a genie
Would have to be, water earth and air
Melting rocks into magma with a cruel medusa stare
Smelled it now I’m ready sweat glands have opened plenty
Fierce fragrance felt from the fire getting heavy
Cutting through my core so sweaty I’m not ready
To see the destruction in eruption, might cough
Need no volcano to blow my top off
Choking off the smoke, both lungs have lost hope
No clean air, no fair light can’t be caught by rope
Expanding exponential, flames rising to potential
It’s a cycle like a menstrual, might destroy your residential
And all of your credentials that you hold so presidential

The sizzle of the fire be hot
You see it and you smelt it in the spot
All in your nose, all over your clothes
Damn why does it gotta be hot?
(x2)

In the dry leaves flames are thieves cannot breath
Family trees burned down, only the seeds
Of the next generation will survive this damnation
That could not be stopped by a million fire stations
Boom crack sizzle pop, soon all life will drop
Praying that the flames will stop torching every single spot
Anger from a sizzle shrieking like a coach’s whistle
Bad as stepping on a thistle, packing heat like it’s a missile
Needing more than just a drizzle to put out the burning fizzle
Like the wig on Ms. Frizzle, shape shifting like a chisel
Using my sword, I ignite it for my lord
Of light, in spite many times that I’ve been warned
Of the dark evil running through innocent people
Gotta rise to the top when you’re burnt feeling feeble
Pleasure we all crave, trapped inside Plato’s cave
Those who recognize the real showing that we can be saved
I’m doing my part, sent out a smoke signal
The line was busy so I tried another symbol
Delivering my message thru a form of Hotmail
World breaking out in chaos it’s a Black Friday sale
Coming with the force of a pack of killer whales
And a meteor on course dragging fire by its tail

The sizzle of the fire be hot
You see it and you smelt it in the spot
All in your nose, all over your clothes
Damn why does it gotta be hot?
(x2)

Inferno looking mean rolling in to steal your green
Only evidence was teeth after searching thru the scene
No one wants their dish burnt to a crisp
Only thing that’s safe is the penny from your wish
The heat of a thousand suns
Will catch the fastest who dares to run
Tried to dim my shine but I gotta red rum
Smoke filling up my lungs leaving all senses numb
On high alert like a tug when your fishing
If you can’t handle-the heat better stay out my kitchen
Cooking up these rhymes to the highest degrees
Might melt your mind like lava in the sea
Smoke making me cry, Hope leaving my side
Fighting for my life I’m Solo on the line
Running for gold I be coming so cold
That these lines feel hot to all those exposed
May I propose with the hint of a rose
To admire the coals when we’re smiling froze
G-g-gooey marshmallows will grow up in the fire
Then turn to gold you know Midas would admire
Hunt with my pack of wolves and we are dire
Straight tumbling around like I’m spinning in the dryer
Got a darkness under my skin like Will Byers
Now I gotta burn it out, surviving with my lighter


The sizzle of the fire be hot
You see it and you smelt it in the spot
All in your nose, all over your clothes
Damn why does it gotta be hot?
(x4)