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

Twista..
I'm a giant, astrological science
phenomenal violence,
I'm such a tyrant.
Verbal telekinesis is cuttin to pieces,
hell of a thesis, but holy like you 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,
im formin a thesaurus of versus,
or its a or more when i smoke a forrest.
super powers like Morphius, Orcious the orical,
mp3 players 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 to go by me cause long as i dont got no I.D.
victums got no I.V.
Intravenously poetry 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 and recommendations
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.
days 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 tight pants an what to yes yall,
an, I cant help the violence when i kick random rhymes,
make you 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 flow is elegant, like an elephant.
They shoulda told um i flow like petroleum,
an i been cold at the sense break dancin on linoleum.

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

Coolin with the hustlers rum fish,
is crisp,
cant stand niggas an fake bitches.
Dont make me my stomach,
them killas will come the bathroom 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, word to the mamas a no.
Surrounded by an consularies,
get glarey, a refridgerator might fall.
Dont worry you a good nigga, stay in zone,
you to a rich, real rap nigga,
on his throne. yeah.
Kiss yer forehead 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 people waiting, no no escaping,
the heat.
The heat.
The heat.
The heat.