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

Twista..
I'm a giant, into astrological
rappin violence,
I'm such a tyrant.
Verbal telekinesis is fellas to pieces,
hell of a thesis, but holy like you tell its from Jesus.
As good as Pelican is,
with the force of a sorcerer, put fork in a pork,
I'm the orchestra.
Forfit formula,
im formin a thesaurus of versus,
or its a or more when i smoke a forrest.
super powers like Morphius, 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 pedeialite 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 recolect the era where terra and
of wreckin the mic, respect a with no hesitation.
Meditation or not, I'm my praises to Allah,
thoughts of takin shit an throwin rocks at the Cahaba.
These days is the dolla,
all of um into ballin, this sounds the cannon
you ask if its all appallin.
All the braggin is saggin an swaggin an drugs,
an the thug in tight pants an happen to yes yall,
an, sometimes I 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,
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 break dancin on linoleum.

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

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

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