[Verse 1: Anilyst]
Okay, I keep low key
Motivated since '03
Pro mayn, I let the flow speak
I'm finna blow like the propane gon' leak
Stripping your chain and your rollie
I'm Sipping OJ with an OG
You think you know A but you don't B
I'm so lyrically dope I can OD
Embarrassing people below me
You beefing with me? that's bologna
Your pair of those yeezys are phony
Plus, you're swearing to Jesus you know me
But, compare him to me there is no need
Like a paraplegic to Kobe
Carelessly beat you then proceed
To just tear you to pieces with no knees
Light up a mic with the rap I'm kickin'
I got the grind that you cats are missin'
Rhyme with the mind of a mathematician
But minus the math and add the spittin'
Fact of Fiction
Spit fast as friction
You lack a mission
I stack commission
Cause, I'm a bit passionate
And I'm quick enough that I'll whiplash your neck
I, can't seem to go nights without sins
Hi, you think your dudes hyper than him?
I am unleashing a psycho within from the way I recite what I write with a pen
Serve you a verse to offend
Words that can turn in a verbal offence
Fuck your convertible Benz
I hope that it swerves till it curves in a vertical spin
Hurts you and then
Burns you and murders your friends
Making you turn to a church to repent
You're cursed with the worst of events
Fuck what you're worth you'll be searching for cents
Rap extortion I'll swing on y'all
A be the name do the thing so hard
Passion fa sho for this thing called raw
We can go back and forth like a ping-pong ball
Lyrical shit
Feed you it sweeter than Miracle Whip
Mixed, with syrup in it
My secret defense into leaving you tense is to speed up the spit
Like, bitch I'm into fucking name a fucker that isn't
I've come to spit it like no other when I'm under a minute
Delivering the shit that leaves a brotha diminished
I'll put it down and I've come for the finish
Stack enough mula to pack a van
Surpassing the loot of an average man
You're mad that I'm cooler than an avalanche
The kid's lit like a room full of jack-o'-lants