[Hook: DeStorm]
...I'm so hot...
And anybody trying to tell me I'm not, watch me!
And anybody trying to step in my spot, watch me!
Said, if you ever doubt that I'm hot, watch me!
Then you can get the finger...
What finger? - The middle!

[Verse: Street Light]
Watching me, but they cannot see the struggle
I probably tussle muscle and mind, be humble or climbing
The grime of these Knuckles I've grinded muscle in time with the puddles he cried
And I'm wondering why so many puzzles jumbled inside?
Still they sleep on me like mattresses
The fact is that elite rappers seem happy with cashing in their pad and a pen to be half of the beasts they should've been actually
Ask me to relax. I'll grin. And smack you, if you ever ask me again
I quit rapping and doing music
After using my passion to prove that talent is useless
But I'm back in the booth, the truth is I'm mad at myself for losing
That's when I knew that improving had to do with my attitude
And I still have something prove
When The Hate's more prevalent than the betterment prayed for
I'll never be arrogant about it, but I won't place lower than 1st
'Cuz my verses ain't second rate
Better wait for a clear night after witnessing power from a day storm

[Hook: DeStorm]
I'm so hot, I'm so hot, I'm so hot, I'm so hot
I'm so hot, I'm so hot, I'm so hot, I'm so hot
And anybody trying to tell me I'm not, watch me!
And anybody trying to step in my spot, watch me!
Said, if you ever doubt that I'm hot, watch me!
Then you can get the finger...
What finger? - The middle!