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Yeah, yeah.
Its a no I.D. legendary 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 tell 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 when i smoke a forrest.
super powers like Morphius, like the orical,
portable mp3 players let you whats recordable.
like Trackster, not scared 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.
dont got no I.V.
Intravenously poetry pedeialite I'ma um,
said it was hot so check the media hype.

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

i the era where terra and recommendations
of wreckin the mic, a mack with no hesitation.
Meditation or not, I'm givin my to Allah,
thoughts of takin shit harder an rocks at the Cahaba.
These days is the dolla,
all of um into ballin, this sounds the cannon
you ask if its all appallin.
All the is saggin an swaggin an sellin drugs,
an the thug in tight pants an happen to yes yall,
an, sometimes I cant the violence when i kick random rhymes,
make you shut the 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 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. 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,
them killas will come through the an tie up yer hunny.
I'm all about my coins but fly Donald a rat,
wit fly chicken tender loins.
You know it, you blow it, you know go,
you cant live here, word to the mamas a no.
Surrounded by an consularies,
dont get glarey, a refridgerator fall.
Dont worry you a good nigga, stay in 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 with 3 bags of dope in bags.

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