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

Twista..
I'm a giant, astrological science
phenomenal violence,
I'm a honerable tyrant.
Verbal is cuttin fellas to pieces,
hell of a thesis, but holy like you could its from Jesus.
As good as Pelican is,
the force of a sorcerer, never put fork in a pork,
I'm the orchestra.
your formula,
cause im formin a of versus,
or its a chorus or more i smoke a forrest.
super powers like Morphius, like the orical,
portable mp3 players let you whats recordable.
like Trackster, not scared to bury a rapper,
I'm up for the beef, you a vegetarian 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 I'ma um,
They said it was hot so the media hype.

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

i recolect the era where terra and
of wreckin the mic, a mack with no hesitation.
Meditation or not, I'm my praises to Allah,
thoughts of takin shit an throwin rocks at the Cahaba.
These is bout the dolla,
all of um into ballin, sounds scannin the cannon
you ask if its all appallin.
All the braggin is an swaggin an sellin drugs,
an the thug in pants an what happen to yes yall,
an, sometimes I cant help the violence when i kick rhymes,
make you shut the fuck up sinuses or pantomimes,
a autograph for you as if you a fan of mine,
cause i got you off the way my grammar rhyme.
fixation on my is evident 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 sense break on linoleum.

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

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

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