[Intro/Hook: x2] 

From the high degrees to the low degrees 

Ice cold, red hot, you can burn the freeze 



Fahrenheit, very low 

Icicle, hail storm, below zero 

Temperature, closed doors, wet conditions are unhealthiest 

Weather war, about minus four Celsius 

Sky's presence, absence of solar there 

Snow's essence, existence of polar bears 

Only strong survive in this habitat 

Forever off and on, life is a thermostat 

Will you melt? Apply with the belt tractor 

Still you felt my style's wind chill factor 

In a pack of rappers, actual, natural disaster 

Raps that go faster than wind speed 

Tracks by the masters indeed 

The season for freezin and green need 

Dog sled stampede by the freezed slave calvary 

I relieve those updated, cowardly fools never made it, through the art 



[Hook x2] 



Fire logs, oven on 

Hot metal, hot wax, brimstone 

In a hell hole, sell your soul for the go 

Burn rubber, burn blunts, burn coals 

for the smell-good, tales from the hood well understood, so 

hot I shook the spot to pop a squad on this block 

Pressure cooker pot, to know the time look at her watch 

for the boiling point, evaporation and your life stops 

You bring the heat they can't believe that (They can't believe that) 

They gathered together the flare up, tear up and bring the heat back 

Like modern day Nat Turner's with black burners 

Everybody gotta heater and we'll burn ya 

Just like Kilbey's for loin cloth 

Cocktail tusk, not a roof is lit 

Hell we don't need no water, burn down the shit 

Seems ain't nobody quiet in a riot 

My amp is HOT, high voltage in my WATTS 

Blowin up the spot, blow up your radio box 

See me with the bingin, steamin like an engine 

Can't take the heat get out of the kitchen quick bitch 



[Hook x2] 



High degrees to the low degrees 

Ice cold, red hot, you can burn the freeze 

(From the) High degrees to the low degrees 

Ice cold, red hot, you can burn the freeze 



I burn blunts with my Gz...........