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Yeah, yeah.
Its a no I.D. legendary production.

Twista..
I'm a giant, into science
phenomenal violence,
I'm such a tyrant.
Verbal telekinesis is cuttin to pieces,
hell of a thesis, but holy like you could tell its Jesus.
As good as Brief is,
with the force of a sorcerer, never put in a pork,
I'm the orchestra.
your formula,
cause im a thesaurus of versus,
or its a or more when i smoke a forrest.
super powers like Morphius, like the orical,
portable mp3 players let you play recordable.
Ledgendary Trackster, not scared to bury a rapper,
I'm up for the beef, you just a actor.
Identification is gone have to go by me cause as i dont got no I.D.
dont got no I.V.
Intravenously poetry I'ma give um,
They said it was hot so the media hype.

Most waiting, no theres no escaping,
the heat.
The heat.
The [aint no escape yall]
the [no turin back, im here forever]

i the era where terra and recommendations
of the mic, respect a mack with no hesitation.
Meditation or not, I'm givin my to Allah,
thoughts of takin harder an throwin rocks at the Cahaba.
days is bout the dolla,
all of um into ballin, this sounds scannin the
you ask if its all appallin.
All the braggin is an swaggin an sellin drugs,
an the thug in tight pants an what to yes yall,
an, I cant help the violence when i kick random rhymes,
you shut the fuck up like sinuses or pantomimes,
write a for you as if you a fan of mine,
i got you trippin off the way my grammar rhyme.
fixation on my dictation is I'm benevolent,
cause the flow is elegant, like an elephant.
shoulda told um that i flow like petroleum,
an i been cold at the podium break dancin on linoleum.

Most waiting, no theres no escaping,
the heat. [aint no yall]
The heat.
The heat. [Tracksta, no I.D.]
The heat. [mr immortality, im forever]

Coolin the hustlers eatin rum fish,
is crisp,
cant stand fake an fake bitches.
make me upset my stomach,
them killas will come the bathroom an tie up yer hunny.
I'm all about my coins but fly Goines a rat,
wit fly chicken tender loins.
You know it, you blow it, you know go,
you cant here, word to the mamas thats a no.
Surrounded by an consularies,
dont get glarey, a refridgerator fall.
Dont worry you a nigga, stay in that zone,
you speakin to a rich, rap nigga,
on his throne. yeah.
Kiss yer forehead lead,
i got some Chicago nigga that do it fast for some bread.
An my lawyer, an prince,
slid to America with 3 bags of dope in bags.

Most people waiting, no no escaping,
the heat.
The heat.
The heat.
The heat.