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My be mystic, you ask who is it
Doin' it, with the next of techs runnin' through it
The bullshit, I mean, rap style
While I lean my six foot frame, Tame's the being

that niggas whack, time to take it back to basics
Like Saucony or a pair of Asics
hate this analyst, hip-hop activist
Battle technician who be on a mission, now

Tame One got grip than Gore-Tex
I'm comin' your set like CBS
my name up in your projects
Who wanna test me I'm tested?

Pushin' the paragraph like a Lexus
I come off hot like
My West district predicts that I'm the
So I walk through the and shoot the GIF like it's a full fifth
I bring the ruckus fillin' with dust
I spread love like Take 6 until the whole spliff

We wish to MC frauds who need to check
Into a rap clinic, thinkin' that all in it
My message to those is down to the core
Kick your best MC and all his niggas through the
3-point offense, defense level
Stamina a hundred, your team ass dry

It's still our nature to hate ya play you out like Las
'Cause my crew's got more than 16 Segas
With adapters, battlin' whack rappers and actors for all their
And keepin' my fucked up like the Jacksons

Yo, you couldn't find my dab if you to use a map
Or instructions, the number ones guns be bustin' so
to recognize, eyes is on the prize
Watchin' for spies who wanna piece of the pie

be flippin' like they really wanna die
But when I ease up, freeze and can't look me in the eye
I got folders on the jokers who talk
They never walk past 'cause I be checkin' for they hall

Haul ass and let me like glass do
When I die make a statue, I get in you a tattoo
I pay homage to all the bombers that I'm fly
Endurin' politics and paid off of some side shit

I push niggas back who lack skills to hold own
Jackin' other styles way that they can zone
to dismantle your insides like Mickey Mantle
My form lasts long, trick candles

You see the work of rhyme experts
That hurt niggas in cyphers and the other states liver
of the fittest light the graph then ASCAP
Sen-S-E-I peep the paragraph

In all actual my style's wilder than a spot
I'm ill in, usin' the putas you as my backdrop
I paint a perfect with a thousand pencils
From the back of Continentals, Lincolns, drinkin', mental

You better look through your girl's tape
'Cause this next subject might have a nigga second
I wanna do and get fat like Apache
So I can get nasty and dis a like a taxi

My exhibit has facts in this specific
Most niggas boast how they and come with it
But whose the boys, coolest with poise
be stickin' them with rhythm poise

Is on the biz, skills like Liz
Tryin' to the culture, vultures wanna run the biz
You hear my voice more clear,
Peep the lyrics, trap my

Ill, the film called 'The Curor'
Questions, answers, payin' dues
MC's recognize, so we endin' this