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

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

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

i recolect the era terra and recommendations
of wreckin the mic, respect a mack no hesitation.
Meditation or not, I'm givin my to Allah,
thoughts of shit harder an throwin rocks at the Cahaba.
days is bout the dolla,
all of um into ballin, this sounds the cannon
you ask if its all appallin.
All the is saggin an swaggin an sellin drugs,
an the thug in tight pants an happen to yes yall,
an, sometimes I cant help the violence when i 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 is evident I'm benevolent,
cause the flow is elegant, throw an elephant.
They shoulda told um that i flow petroleum,
an i been at the podium sense break dancin on linoleum.

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

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

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