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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You see the work of these rhyme
That hurt niggas in and make the other states liver
Survivors of the fittest light the graph ASCAP
Sen-S-E-I the next 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 picture perfect with a thousand
From the of Continentals, Lincolns, drinkin', thinkin' mental

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

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

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

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