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

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

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

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

We wish to MC frauds 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
3-point offense, defense high
Stamina a hundred, your team ass dry

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

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

Crews be flippin' they really wanna die
But when I ease up, freeze and can't look me in the eye
I got folders on the jokers who talk
They walk past 'cause I be checkin' for they hall pass

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

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

You see the work of these experts
That hurt niggas in cyphers and make the other states
Survivors of the fittest light the graph then
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 buildin' as my
I paint a picture perfect a thousand pencils
From the of Continentals, Lincolns, drinkin', thinkin' mental

You better through your girl's tape collection
'Cause next subject might have a nigga second guess
I do raps and get fat like Apache
So I can get and dis a nigga like a taxi

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

Is on the biz, Taylor skills 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 this interview