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

Twista..
I'm a giant, astrological science
phenomenal violence,
I'm a honerable tyrant.
telekinesis is cuttin fellas to pieces,
hell of a thesis, but holy like you could its from Jesus.
As good as Pelican is,
with the of a sorcerer, never put fork in a pork,
I'm the orchestra.
your formula,
cause im a thesaurus of versus,
or its a or more when i smoke a forrest.
super powers like Morphius, like the orical,
portable mp3 players let you play recordable.
Ledgendary like Trackster, not scared to a rapper,
I'm up for the beef, you a vegetarian actor.
Identification is gone have to go by me cause as i dont got no I.D.
victums got no I.V.
Intravenously pedeialite I'ma give um,
said it was hot so check the media hype.

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

i recolect the era terra and recommendations
of wreckin the mic, respect a mack no hesitation.
Meditation or not, I'm givin my to Allah,
thoughts of takin shit harder an throwin at the Cahaba.
These is bout the dolla,
all of um into ballin, sounds scannin 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 cant help the when i kick random rhymes,
make you the fuck up like sinuses 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, throw an elephant.
shoulda told um that i flow like petroleum,
an i cold at the podium sense 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 forever]

Coolin with the eatin rum fish,
is crisp,
cant stand fake an fake bitches.
Dont make me my stomach,
killas will 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 blow it, you gotta go,
you cant here, word to the mamas thats a no.
Surrounded by an consularies,
get glarey, a refridgerator might fall.
Dont 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 that do it quick fast for 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.