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

Twista..
I'm a giant, into science
rappin violence,
I'm such a tyrant.
telekinesis is cuttin fellas to pieces,
hell of a thesis, but holy you could tell its from Jesus.
As as Pelican Brief is,
with the force of a sorcerer, put fork in a pork,
I'm the orchestra.
your formula,
cause im a thesaurus of versus,
or its a chorus or more when i a forrest.
super powers like Morphius, Orcious 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 cause as i dont got no I.D.
dont got no I.V.
Intravenously poetry pedeialite I'ma um,
They said it was hot so check the hype.

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

i the era where terra and recommendations
of wreckin the mic, respect a with no hesitation.
or not, I'm givin my praises to Allah,
thoughts of shit harder an throwin rocks 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 is saggin an swaggin an sellin drugs,
an the thug in tight pants an what to yes yall,
an, sometimes I cant help the violence when i random rhymes,
make you the fuck up like sinuses or pantomimes,
write a for you as if you a fan of mine,
i got you trippin off the way my grammar rhyme.
fixation on my dictation is I'm benevolent,
cause the flow is elegant, throw an elephant.
They shoulda told um that i like petroleum,
an i been cold at the 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 with the hustlers rum fish,
is crisp,
cant stand niggas an fake bitches.
Dont me upset 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 it, you know gotta go,
you cant here, word to the mamas thats a no.
by dons an consularies,
dont get glarey, a 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 nigga that 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.