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

Seein' that whack, time to take it back to basics
Like Saucony or a pair of Asics
Don't hate analyst, hip-hop activist
technician who be on a mission, now listen

Tame One got more than Gore-Tex
I'm through your set like CBS
Writin' my name up in your
Who wanna test me when I'm

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

We wish to diminish MC frauds who to check
Into a rap clinic, that they all in it
My message to is right down to the core
Kick your best MC and all his niggas the door
3-point offense, level high
Stamina a hundred, leave team ass dry

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

Yo, you find my dab if you tried to use a map
Or instructions, the number ones guns be bustin' so
Best to recognize, is on the prize
Watchin' for spies who wanna piece of the pie

Crews be flippin' they really wanna die
But I ease up, they 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 shine like do
When I die make a statue, I get in you like a
I pay homage to all the bombers that I'm fly
Endurin' politics and gettin' paid off of some shit

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

You see the of these rhyme experts
That hurt niggas in cyphers and make the states liver
Survivors of the fittest the graph then ASCAP
Sen-S-E-I peep the next

In all my style's wilder than a crack spot
I'm ill in, the putas you buildin' as my backdrop
I paint a picture perfect a thousand pencils
the back of Continentals, Lincolns, drinkin', thinkin' mental

You better look through your girl's collection
'Cause this next subject have a nigga second guess
I wanna do raps and get fat like
So I can get nasty and dis a nigga like a

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

Is on the biz, Taylor skills Liz
Tryin' to save the culture, vultures run the biz
You hear my voice clear, intact
the lyrics, trap my secrets

Ill, like the called 'The Curor'
Questions, answers, brothers dues
MC's recognize, so we endin' interview