[Hook 1:]
Now turn that turn that temperature down...
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[Verse 1: Illmaculate]
I have to thank all the fans that were patient
And God damn this shit is happening ain't it
No, I don't listen when these rappers complaining
Cause the louder you talk, the less you actually saying
Come and get me I'm right here, better settle down
No sense in being stupid, it's best to keep it moving
I can fill this whole city with ideas that never left the ground
But somebody already beat me to it
My city isn't big enough for the egos in it
You either emcee or critic, nobody even listens
Beefing with us, just call my name but be specific
No response means that you're not a threat, but keep your distance
How long you goin' tell me you a threat and the best without ever proving nothing
How long you expect me to accept that 'fore I snap and end up doing something
Let's have a new discussion
In the booth again, moving in
I feel sorry for the larger than life artists
And whoever thinking they bigger than the music is

I got my head in the clouds, you can't you can't get to me now
They pretend to be a predator I let 'em have it
However hot headed they gettin', I turn the temperature down
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[Hook 2:]
Now turn that turn that temperature down...
Now turn that turn that temperature down...
(And the heat goes on)
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Now turn that turn that temperature down...
(And the heat goes on)
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[Verse 2: OnlyOne]
Don't get punched in the face, like Vlad the Butcher
I've seen you get punked, and not by Ashton Kutcher
You ain't Captain Hook, you captain hooker
My homies really moving weight, like Malice and Pusha
Yuugh.. We could go a hundred rounds
You fucking clowns, you never seen a hundred pounds
I don't have to dumb it down
If I rap about it it's cause I did it
Then it ain't dry snitching, keep it real eye-witness
I might jack you for a pound, because the price difference
I might slap you in the mouth, because I don't like bitches
I might pull the strap out, because I'm tripping
Yeah my big bro spent his whole life cripping
I don't have this month's rent, because I spent it
Fuck the cops, yeah if I said it I meant it
You think you're hot shit you're getting hot headed
But you're not shit cause you're not breaded
We all know it, all that talk, dead it
What you got? Bet it, yeah you get got - bet it
To you women objects, money's the objective
But I ain't killed no one yet, I keep it authentic
Everything I rap, you can cross reference
And all the change I spent went to more than just paying rent
Everything you rap - all that shit ain't making sense
These motherfuckers are dime a dozen, that's why they came and went
This ain't the land of the free, so grow up
You brought sand to the beach, there's no love
I always land on my feet, but so what
You're hot headed, 'til I blam you with heat in cold blood
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