[Verse 1]
Rappers ain't monkey flipping with this funky rhythm I be kicking
Musician, inflicting composition of pain
I'm like Nas in his prime, spitting that fire
Still on my grind like I be pushing that nine-to-five
Rap game's messiah, ska ba snax
I light up the city during the night, my n***as fly
Terminate everything in the sky to make space for me
[?] you conquer then devide
These n***as are two-faced, contrasting like black and white
Don't underestimate the abilities of my mind
Those pretty designs [?] fubricate your shit into lies
Here to remind you, my skill is never declining
Lyrics I write come from the spirit of Pac and mind views
The gimmicks you bite come from the rappers that I chew
How ironic, I'm honest, I don't need iTunes
My views that into your brains and your souls too

[Chorus]
Tell me, do you want more?
One thousand degrees, homie
You don't want war
A-R-double E-C-E
The best to ever do it on the M-I-C
Yah, yah!
Tell me, do you want more?
One thousand degrees, homie
You don't want war
A-R-double E-C-E
The best to ever do it on the M-I-C
Yah, yah!

[Verse 2]
You can catch me skating through your town
Putting it down, y'all relating
No way in, I'll make your blood infra red hot, I'm like satan
Feeling like Hov in '96, minus the camo lips
With fresher kicks, doper rhyme schemes that he had never kicked
Choosing, pick a flow, and probably changing, maybe five or six times in a verse
Beat macked, watch me bury it
Technic comes from the spirit of Biggie mixed with
Rakim's fundamentals and Andre's delivery
Eminem is listening, then you should know you're dealing with
Lost angels, unannounced king with a missing crown
'Round the town with a sound nobody familiar with
Underground with the [?] swag just a lil' bit
But then again, I'm feeling like A-Reece on that forever king
I'm God-given, spit writtens for lost children
And hard living, n***as up in they room wishing

[Chorus]
Tell me, do you want more?
One thousand degrees, homie
You don't want war
A-R-double E-C-E
The best to ever do it on the M-I-C
Yah, yah!
Tell me, do you want more?
One thousand degrees, homie
You don't want war
A-R-double E-C-E
The best to ever do it on the M-I-C
Yah, yah!