Hot To Def Lyrics - Singles - Keith Murray

1000 degrees Hot 

Continuously, yeah 

Who's that crazy nigga 

Drinkin crazy pussy out of crazy straw 

Kicking crazy hardcore, crazy metaphors 

When I rap competitions perform disappearing acts 

Niggas ask why the Squad be on it like that 

Cause we stay with the lethal dosage 

Click on the Mic MC's run like roaches 

Truthfully I think them niggas is gay 

Always havin a party with no DJ 

I had to hold my head in disbelief 

Them short winded niggas tried to smoke the chief 

Of the frontal leaf Keith 

Knowing damn well they can't win 

My style is rougher than army gear and old timb 

The east coast say ill 

The west coast say ill 

My squad is def they don't give a fuck 

They say kill 

Cause we can all sing together 

That's why I pack the black gat up under the leather 

And keep it hot 

It's 96 degrees in the shade, 1000 degrees 

I got nuts like Almond Joy, like Mounds you don't 

I say and do a lot of things some fake rappers won't 

Now I'm the show shocker plus the show stopper 

Down with makin G's and all the block clockers 

Down with L.O.D., the motherf-ing cop droppers 

Down with Def Squad flying through your hood in choppers 

Yeah we done been in more shit in the past year 

Than the bloods and crips care to hear 

Ear to ear, glock to hand, Mic to mouth, resuscitation 

Psychosomatic creation 

Killing off the nation of perpetration 

Player hating, bringin confrontation 

I'll shoot your hips up and make you bogle like Jamaicans 

I'm doing my thing, if you feel me do your thing 

y'all niggas know my style 

I smoke weed on trains and planes 

Murderous material submerging from my brain 

Chumpin top dollar niggas into small change 

And make it hot 

It's 96 degrees in the shade, 1000 degrees 

I'm the unfuckwitable incredible lyrical individual 

Boy your not suitable 

I work wonders over the beats 

It's no wonder phony MC's pee the bed 

Relax your head 

accommodations and compliments of the infrared 

Theoretically, hypothetically, practically 

Actually ain't nobody fucking with me 

I'll sell your stupid ass the Brooklyn Bridge 

If you think an MC in your camp can fuck with the kid 

I want the sun not to shine for six months, to see who fronts 

While the Squad light up the sky with blunts 

If you catch a nigger dreaming 

Thinking he can fuck with my enterprise 

Wake him up, smack em, make him apologize 

Cause we be on their lemonade type shit 

I ain't no faggot but you derelicts can suck my dick 

I make it hot 

It's 96 degrees in the shade, 1000 degrees