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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 telekinesis is cuttin to pieces,
of a thesis, but holy like you could tell its from Jesus.
As good as Pelican 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 more i smoke a forrest.
super like Morphius, Orcious like the orical,
portable mp3 let you play whats recordable.
Ledgendary Trackster, not scared to bury a rapper,
I'm up for the beef, you just a 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 the media hype.

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

i the era where terra and recommendations
of the mic, respect a mack with no hesitation.
Meditation or not, I'm my praises to Allah,
thoughts of shit harder an throwin rocks 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 an swaggin an sellin drugs,
an the in tight pants an what happen to yes yall,
an, I cant help the violence when i kick random 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 dictation is I'm benevolent,
the flow is elegant, throw like an elephant.
They shoulda um that i flow like petroleum,
an i cold at the podium sense break dancin on linoleum.

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

Coolin the hustlers eatin rum fish,
is crisp,
cant stand fake niggas an bitches.
make me upset my stomach,
them killas will come through the an tie up yer hunny.
I'm all my coins but fly Donald Goines a rat,
fuck wit fly chicken loins.
You know it, you blow it, you know go,
you cant live here, 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 speakin to a rich, rap nigga,
on his throne. yeah.
Kiss yer with lead,
i got some nigga that do it quick fast for some bread.
An my lawyer, an prince,
slid to America with 3 bags of in black bags.

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