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

Twista..
I'm a giant, into science
rappin violence,
I'm such a tyrant.
Verbal telekinesis is fellas to pieces,
hell of a thesis, but holy like you could its from 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 formin a of versus,
or its a chorus or more when i a forrest.
super like Morphius, Orcious like the orical,
mp3 players let you play whats recordable.
Ledgendary like Trackster, not to bury a rapper,
I'm up for the beef, you just a actor.
Identification is have to go by me cause long as i dont got no I.D.
victums got no I.V.
Intravenously poetry pedeialite give um,
said it was hot so check the media hype.

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

i the era where terra and recommendations
of wreckin the mic, respect a with no hesitation.
Meditation or not, I'm my praises to Allah,
of takin shit harder an throwin rocks at the Cahaba.
These days is the dolla,
all of um into ballin, this sounds scannin the
you ask if its all appallin.
All the braggin is saggin an swaggin an drugs,
an the thug in tight pants an what to yes yall,
an, sometimes I cant help the violence i kick random rhymes,
make you shut the fuck up like or pantomimes,
a autograph for you as if you a fan of mine,
cause i got you off the way my grammar rhyme.
on my dictation is evident I'm benevolent,
cause the flow is elegant, 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 eatin 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 Goines a rat,
fuck wit fly tender loins.
You know it, you it, you know gotta go,
you live here, word to the mamas thats a no.
by dons an consularies,
dont get glarey, a might 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 some Chicago nigga do it quick fast for some bread.
An my lawyer, an prince,
to America with 3 bags of dope in black bags.

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