(feat. Raekwon)
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Yeah, yeah.
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It's a no I.D. legendary Trackster production.
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Twista...
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I'm a giant, into astrological science
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Rappin phenomenal violence,
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I'm such a honerable tyrant.
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Verbal telekinesis is cuttin fellas to pieces,
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Hell of a thesis, but holy like you could tell it's from Jesus.
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As good as Pelican Brief is,
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With the force of a sorcerer, never put fork in a pork,
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I'm orchestratin the orchestra.
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Forfit your formula,
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Cause I'm formin a thesaurus of versus,
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Or it's a chorus or more when I smoke a forrest.
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Super powers like Morphius, Orcious like the orical,
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Portable mp3 players let you play what's recordable.
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Ledgendary like Trackster, not scared to bury a rapper,
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I'm up for the beef, you just a vegetarian actor.
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Identification is gone have to go by me cause long as I don't got no I.D.
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Victums don't got no I.V.
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Intravenously poetry pedeialite I'm a give um,
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They said it was hot so check the media hype.
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[Chorus:]
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Most people waiting, no there's no escaping,
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The heat. {yeah}
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The heat.
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The heat {ain't no escape ya'll}
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The heat {no turin back, I'm here forever}
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I recolect the era where terra and recommendations
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Of wreckin the mic, respect a mack with no hesitation.
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Meditation or not, I'm givin my praises to Allah,
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Thoughts of takin shit harder an throwin rocks at the Cahaba.
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These days is bout the dolla,
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All of um into ballin, this sounds scannin the cannon
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You ask if it's all appallin.
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All the braggin is saggin an swaggin an sellin drugs,
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An the thug in tight pants an what happen to yes ya'll,
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An, sometimes I can't help the violence when I kick random rhymes,
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Make you shut the fuck up like sinuses or pantomimes,
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Write a autograph for you as if you a fan of mine,
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Cause I got you trippin off the way my grammar rhyme.
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Fixation on my dictation is evident I'm benevolent,
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Cause the flow is elegant, throw like an elephant.
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They shoulda told um that I flow like petroleum,
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An I been cold at the podium sense break dancin on linoleum.
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[Chorus:]
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Most people waiting, no there's no escaping,
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The heat. {ain't no escape ya'll}
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The heat. {yeah}
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The heat. {Tracksta, no I.D.}
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The heat. {mr immortality, I'm here forever}
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[Raekwon:]
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Coolin with the hustlers eatin rum fish,
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Guns is crisp,
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Can't stand fake niggas an fake bitches.
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Don't make me upset my stomach,
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Them killas will come through the bathroom an tie up yer hunny.
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I'm all about my coins but fly Donald Goines a rat,
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Fuck with fly chicken tender loins.
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You know it, you blow it, you know gotta go,
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You can't live here, word to the mamas that's a no.
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Surrounded by dons an consularies,
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Don't get glarey, a refridgerator might fall.
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Don't worry you a good nigga, stay in that zone,
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You speakin to a rich, real rap nigga,
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Coolin on his throne. yeah.
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Kiss yer forehead with lead,
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I got some Chicago nigga that do it quick fast for some bread.
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An my lawyer, an african prince,
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Slid to America with 3 bags of dope in black bags.
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[Chorus:]
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Most people waiting, no there's no escaping,
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The heat.
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The heat.
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The heat.
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The heat.
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{Ohhhhhh}
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The Heat
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Twista |