Raekwon - The Heat lyrics

* Best Buy bonus track [Intro: Twista] Yeah, yeah It's a No I.D., Legendary Traxster production Twista [Twista] I'm a giant, into astrological science Rapper phenomenal violence, I'm such a honorable tyrant Verbal telekinesis is cutting 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 the pork, I'm orchestrating the orchestra Forfeit your formula, cuz I'm forming a Thesaurus of verses, or it's a chorus of more when I smoke a forest Super powers like Morpheus, foresee us like the Oracle Portable MP3 players let you play what's recordable Legendary like Traxster, not scared to bury you rapper I'm up for the beef, you just a vegetarian actor Identification is gon' have to go by me Cuz long as I got No I.D., victims ain't got no I.V Intravenous sleep poetry, Pedialyte I'mma give 'em, they said it was hot, so check the media hype [Hook: sample] As long as people wait, oh, there's no escape The heat... the heat... the heat... the heat... [Twista] I recollect the era where terror and recommendations are wrecking The mic respecting Mecca with no hesitation Meditation in line of giving my praises to Allah Thoughts are taken Shahada, and throwing rocks at the Kaaba These days is bout the dollar, all of them into balling The Sound Scan and the cannons, you ask if it's all appalling All the ragging, the sagging, the swagging, the selling d** And the thug in the tight pants, what happened to yes y'alling Sometimes I can't help the violence when I kick random rhymes Make you shut the f** up like silencers or pantomimes Write an autograph for you as if you a fan of mine Cuz I got you tripping off of the way my grammar rhyme Fixational, my dictation is evident, I'm benevolent Cuz the flow is elegant, throw like an elephant They should have told him that I flow like petroleum And I've been cold at the podium, since break dancing on linoleum [Hook] [Raekwon] Cooling with the hustlers, eating rum fish, guns is crisp Can't stand fake n***as and fake b**hes Don't make me upset my stomach, them k**as'll come through The bathroom and tie up your honey I'm all about my coins, the fly Donald Goines of rap f** with fly chicken tenderloins You know it, you blow it, you know you gotta go You can't live it, word to the mama, that's a no Surrounded by dons and consiglieres, don't get leary Refrigerator might fall, don't worry You a good naked, stay in that zone You speaking to a rich real rap n***a, cooling on his throne Yeah, kiss your forehead with lead I got some Chicago n***as that do it quick fast with some bread And my lawyer, an African prince Slid to America with three bags of dope, a black Benz [Hook]