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

Twista..
I'm a giant, astrological science
rappin violence,
I'm a honerable tyrant.
Verbal telekinesis is fellas to pieces,
hell of a thesis, but holy like you could tell its 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 or more when 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 a vegetarian actor.
Identification is gone have to go by me long as i dont got no I.D.
dont got no I.V.
Intravenously pedeialite I'ma give um,
said it was hot so check the media hype.

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

i recolect the era where and recommendations
of wreckin the mic, respect a with no hesitation.
Meditation or not, I'm givin my to Allah,
thoughts of takin shit an throwin rocks at the Cahaba.
These days is the dolla,
all of um into ballin, this scannin the cannon
you ask if its all appallin.
All the braggin is saggin an an sellin drugs,
an the thug in tight pants an happen to yes yall,
an, sometimes I help the violence 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 trippin off the way my rhyme.
fixation on my dictation is I'm benevolent,
cause the flow is elegant, throw an elephant.
They shoulda um that i flow like petroleum,
an i been cold at the sense break dancin on linoleum.

Most waiting, no theres 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 fake 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,
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,
get glarey, a refridgerator might fall.
Dont worry you a good nigga, stay in zone,
you speakin to a rich, rap nigga,
on his throne. yeah.
Kiss yer with lead,
i got some Chicago nigga that do it quick for some bread.
An my lawyer, an prince,
slid to with 3 bags of dope in black bags.

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