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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 style
While I lean my six foot frame, Tame's the 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
Battle technician who be on a mission, now

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

Pushin' the paragraph it's a Lexus
I come off hot Texas
My West district predicts I'm the shit
So I walk the bricks and shoot the GIF like 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 frauds who to check
Into a rap clinic, thinkin' that all in it
My to those is right down to the core
Kick your MC and all his niggas through the door
3-point offense, level high
Stamina a hundred, your team ass dry

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

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

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

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

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

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

In all actual my style's wilder than a crack
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', thinkin'

You better look your girl's tape collection
'Cause this next subject might a nigga second guess
I do raps 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 represent and with it
But whose the rudest boys, with poise
Artifacts be stickin' with rhythm poise

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

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