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

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

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

Pushin' the like it's a Lexus
I come off hot like
My West district 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 like Take 6 until the whole spliff

We wish to diminish MC who need to check
Into a rap clinic, thinkin' they all in it
My message to is right down to the core
Kick your best MC and all his niggas through the
offense, defense level high
Stamina a hundred, leave your ass dry

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

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

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

Haul ass and let me shine glass 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' and gettin' paid off of some side shit

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

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

In all actual my style's wilder than a 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 tape collection
'Cause this next subject might a nigga second guess
I wanna do raps and get fat Apache
So I can get nasty and dis a nigga a taxi

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

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

Ill, like the called 'The Curor'
Questions, answers, payin' dues
recognize, so we endin' this interview