[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

[Verse 2: Anilyst]

A psycho or a sicko

Mind is like a schizo

Motivated, always on my grind bro, it's simple

Born in '88 but I be riding in a 6-fo'

Horny baby watch the way the way I'm eyeing every thick ho

Shawty stays looking like a dime, no nickel

Freaky she the type though that bites, don't nibble

And if she comes to my show she might show nipples

Fucking with the triple threat bro her price gon' triple

I run it bitch I told ya

I'm coming with my soldiers

Ripping up the drums while mixing rum within my soda

You fronting if you think you're touching 'Lyst, listen closer

I'm blunted like I wen't and took a hundred hits of doja

Bragging he's a boaster

Imagine me on posters

A rapper with some hopes to be as half as rich as Oprah

Anilyst I'm known to be the man that kicks the flow ta (to)'

Handle each and every poser as I keep composure

Practicing my process

A bag of weed to focus

Actually, I'll plant a seed then have a tree and smoke it

Have to be the dopest with this masterpiece I wrote this

This cat competes ferocious

He could crack a sea like Moses