Released on January 31, 2013

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[Intro]

Yeah... I Mean

I don't do too much bullshit in the talking

So this time... isn't gonna be any different


[Verse 1: Anilyst]

Look...

I spit with massive weight to blast and break your ribs

Sick of faggot fakes with fabricated fibs

Catch a case and dip

Met an actress babe that asked to taste my kids

Got's the ass and waist to match the face and lips

Laceration sick, ate a half an eighth of hash to take a trip

Stick with rappin' great cause passion pays a grip

Fascination with how I captivate the track to paint a pic

Let my craft create this master-mason shit

Let your mind accept it

Get respected off this method I've perfected

I've been blessed with every session I've attended

I'll get what I've projected

Then press that 9 to get your mind to exit

Fucker step aside, get left to die in trenches

Ho, behold the honcho

Kobe with the clock though

Homie I'm an artist so my flow be so Picasso

You're only known as awful

Don't approach me or get toppled

Earnin' dough's my motto

And my ho be from Morocco


[Chorus: Anilyst]

{I got you askin' who's that boy playa'?

Yeah... and then they tell 'em.} X3

They only wanna ask cause they know that he's high

And they can all tell that he's going to the top


[Verse 2: Anilyst]

My crew is a pack of leaders

That move like a pack of cheetahs

Get bruised if you plan to cheat us

I'm student, surpassing' teachers

A nuisance with masterpieces

My music will blast your speakers

This movement will pack arenas

Keep dudes that are whack beneath us

Revolve like a group of vultures

Go hard for the youth and culture

My thoughts and my mood can alter

My dogs came to rule and conquer

My temper ain't fit for testin'

This temperature builds with tension

Come enter the fifth dimension

Surrender in sixty seconds

I rhyme like i'm on an island

Shine like a polished diamond

Mind always on my grind

And I climb when you start declining

Got dimes so your broad is whining

Rhymin', they start applauding

My dogs finna cause a problem

They hoppin' and starting mobbin'

I'm plotting to pop your noggin

Dropping your top, ain't stoppin'

Socking you pops for mocking

I'm knocking you off for talking

Out of his fuckin' mind

It's better you run and hide

This rapper will leave you scattered

Then shatter your fuckin' spine


[Chorus]