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

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

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

i recolect the era where and recommendations
of the mic, respect a mack with no hesitation.
Meditation or not, I'm givin my to Allah,
thoughts of takin shit harder an throwin at the Cahaba.
days is bout the dolla,
all of um into ballin, this scannin the cannon
you ask if its all appallin.
All the braggin is saggin an 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 like or pantomimes,
write a for you as if you a fan of mine,
cause i got you trippin off the way my rhyme.
fixation on my is evident I'm benevolent,
cause the is elegant, throw like an elephant.
They shoulda um that i flow like petroleum,
an i been cold at the podium sense dancin 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 niggas 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,
fuck wit fly chicken loins.
You know it, you blow it, you know go,
you live here, word to the mamas thats a no.
Surrounded by an consularies,
dont get glarey, a might fall.
worry you a good nigga, stay in that zone,
you speakin to a rich, rap nigga,
on his throne. yeah.
Kiss yer forehead lead,
i got some Chicago that do it quick fast for some bread.
An my lawyer, an prince,
slid to with 3 bags of dope in black bags.

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