Yeah, T.H.E Human Torch is back on the track coming to you live and direct spitting nothing but that straight up fire homie.

Verse 1:


I be like "supercalafragilistic - swagger is so futuristic - expialadocious - I'm lyricly ferocious."
My pockets suffer from obesity. Not even Chef Boyardee can tame the beast in me.

I annihilate opposition with lyrical ammunition. There is no competition.
The top is where I'm positioned.
(Car horn) opponents are just speed-bumps and haters refuel my desire like gas-pumps.

I can't stop and I won't stop 'til I'm the king of hip-hop.
Haters want to bury me. Their girls want to marry me.
You're so below me cause you're just a phony.

Stop calling me you're homie when you don't even know me.
Attention class. It's a simple equation; me + microphone = equals amazin'.
I'm hot enough to turn a grape into a raisin. I can make an Ethiopian out of a Caucasian.

I'm blazing!

Chorus 1 (x2):


I'm so hot they call me T.H.E Human Torch. (Flame on!)
I'm so hot I make the microphone scorch. (Flame on!)

I ain't showing no mercy. Showing no remorse (flame on!) & I ain't ask for permission.
I'm taking over by force. (Flame on!)


Verse 2:

Yes it is I in the flesh, extra fresh as usual and, yes,

there will be a funeral for this beat cause I'm about to kill it,
I repeat, I'm about to kill it
and you must be delusional if you really actually think

that you could ever stop me.
Nah boy my flow is hotter than fresh coffee.
Me + microphone = deadly.

I'm a flame you are just a spark; Lisa Leslie.
Step to me and get burned like calories.
My pockets swole up like they got allergies.

Just give me about 5 years and I'll probably be making your whole salary hourly.
I'm your superior. You pale in comparison.
Challenging me is like begging for embarrassment

so I guess that means I got the right to be arrogant.
Yeah homie I got the right to be arrogant!


Chorus 2:

I'm so hot they call me T.H.E Human Torch. (Flame on!)

I'm so hot I make the microphone scorch. (Flame on!)
I ain't showing no mercy. Showing no remorse (Flame on!)
and I ain't ask for permission. I'm taking over by force. (Flame on!)

I'm so hot they call me T.H.E Human Torch. (Flame on!)
I'm so hot I make the microphone scorch. (Flame on!)
I ain't showing no mercy. Showing no remorse (Flame on!) &

I ain't ask for permission. I'm taking over by force.
(Genre on the track!) (Flame on!)


Verse 3 (Manuel Francisco a.k.a. "Genre"):

Flame on. About to kill it so keep the base on.

Flame on. About to kill it so keep the base up.
This is not a drill. I repeat, I will bake your $$#.
This is not a drill. I repeat, I will bake your $$#.

Try to start beef and I'll serve you on a paper bag extra extra crispy.
So hot. Boy don't get me mad.
Supernova boy. I'm trying to tell you don't get closer (hey).

Supernova boy. I'm trying to tell you don't get closer (heeeey).
The Torch and I are about to hit the game strong (okay).
The Torch and I are about to show you what's up (swag).

Swag to whatever.
The ladies say that I'm better and that you could never ever ever get on my level.
Get on my level. Get on my level. Get on my - get on my - get on my level.

(T.H.E Human Torch): Get on our level. Get on our level. Get on our level.
Supernova boy! If you come any closer then your'e gambeling with your life.
Call that suicide poker.

Yeah hey what this song called?
(Sample): Flame on!
(T.H.E Human Torch): Yeah and what my name is?

(Sample): T.H.E. Human Torch.
(T.H.E Human Torch): Yeah and we gone shawty. V.A. Carolina what up?