Twista

The Heat
作词:Samuel Lindley, Carl Mitchell, Unknown, Ernest Wilson, Corey Woods

Yeah, yeah
It's a no ID legendary Trackster production

Twista, I'm a giant into astrological science
Rappin' phenomenal violence
I'm such a honorable tyrant
Verbal telekinesis is cuttin' fellas to pieces

Hell of a thesis, but holy like you could tell it's from Jesus
As good as Pelican Brief is
With the force of a sorcerer, never put fork in a pork
I'm orchestratin' the orchestra

Forfeit your formula 'cause I'm formin' a thesaurus of versus
Or its a chorus or more when I smoke a forest
Super powers like Morpheus, Orcious like the orical
Portable Mp3 players let you play what's recordable
Legendary like Trackster, not scared to bury a rapper

I'm up for the beef, you just a vegetarian actor
Identification is gone have to go by me
'Cause long as I don't got no ID, victims don't got no IV
Intravenously poetry pedialyte, I'ma give 'em
They said it was hot so check the media hype

Most people waitin', no there's no escapin' the heat
(Yeah)
The heat, the heat
(Ain't no escape y'all)
The heat
(No turnin' back, I'm here forever)

I recollect the era where Terra and recommendations
Of wreckin' the mic, respect a mack with no hesitation
Meditation or not, I'm givin' my praises to Allah
Thoughts of takin' shit harder and throwin' rocks at the Cahaba

These days is 'bout the dollar
All of 'em into ballin', this sounds scannin' the cannon
You ask if it's all appallin'
All the braggin' is saggin' and swaggin' and sellin' drugs

And the thug in tight pants and what happen to yes y'all
And sometimes I can't help the violence when I kick random rhymes

Make you shut the fuck up like sinuses or pantomimes
Write a autograph for you as if you a fan of mine

'Cause I got you trippin' off the way my grammar rhyme
Fixation on my dictation is evident I'm benevolent
'Cause the flow is elegant, throw like an elephant
They shoulda told 'em that I flow like petroleum
And I been cold at the podium sense break dancin' on linoleum

Most people waitin', no there's no escapin' the heat
(Ain't no escape y'all)
The heat
(Yeah)

The heat
(Tracksta, no ID)
The heat
(Mr immortality, I'm here forever)

Coolin' with the hustlers eatin' rum fish, guns is crisp
Can't stand fake niggas and fake bitches
Don't make me upset my stomach
Them killas will come through the bathroom and tie up your honey

I'm all about my coins but fly Donald Goines a rat
Fuck with fly chicken tenderloins
You know it, you blow it, you know gotta go
You can't live here, word to the mamas, that's a no

Surrounded by dons and consularies
Don't get glarey, a refrigerator might fall
Don't worry you a good nigga, stay in that zone
You speakin' to a rich, real rap nigga
Coolin' on his throne, yeah

Kiss your forehead with lead
I got some Chicago nigga that do it quick fast for some bread
And my lawyer and African prince
Slid to America with three bags of dope in black bags

Most people waitin', no there's no escapin'
The heat, the heat
The heat, the heat
(Oh)

The Heat》由Twista演唱,该首音乐收录在《Perfect Storm》专辑中。

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