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

Seein' niggas whack, time to take it back to basics
Like Saucony sneakers or a pair of
Don't this analyst, hip-hop activist
Battle technician who be on a mission, now

One got more grip than Gore-Tex
I'm comin' through your set CBS
Writin' my up in your projects
Who test me when I'm tested?

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

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

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

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

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

ass and let me shine 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' brothers' styles way that they can zone
Prone to dismantle your insides like Mickey
My form long, like trick candles

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

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

You better look your girl's tape collection
'Cause this next might have a nigga second guess
I wanna do raps and get fat like
So I can get nasty and dis a nigga 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
Artifacts be them with rhythm poise

Is on the biz, Taylor like Liz
to save the culture, vultures wanna run the biz
You hear my voice more clear,
the lyrics, trap my secrets

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