[Intro: Zymic]

(*indecipherable*)

[Verse 1: Yvng Mully]

Look, I hop on cyphers and murder rappers

On top, I decisively burn these bastards

I curse in cursive, I'm classically trashy

Attacking won't [?] me, my MAC-y too packy

And I like 'em pew, pew, pews, like you leaving the churches

And I hear the "Ooo, ooo, ooo's", like [?] flirtin'

See me everywhere, bro, you slowly submerging right into my greatness

I'm counting my faces, put you in your place, bitch

My flow so abrasive, it sounding amazing, my [?] are plated

All the wires gold plated, and I copped me a 'Rari

I flex, I'm not sorry, who texts me ain't call me

'Cause I ignore shit, [?] on my Korban shit

And I smoke purpps, but I ain't no Florida Jit, bitch

[Verse 2: Zymic]

Had to hop on this cypher with Mully

You claim all you do is get money, and that is funny

'Cause I just kept [?], thinking this is sweet just like a scent, honey

If you mess around with me, I'll send you to the moon with Kid Cudi

Hold up, you thought I was finished, I haven't done a percent of my mission

I'm more than a cornel, your raps are lieutenant

I'm winning, 'cause I'm the best in this business

I put in the work, and I ain't taking fitness

I fried the beat up, so pass it like chicken

Delivery clear, you just gonna listen

My flows are clean, like the teeth at the dentist

Zymic had to come in and light it up with this fire

Writing and rhyming, I scheme at all times

And I'll soon hit the ground and rise, and I'll be high in the charts

This is only the start, I'm going places with art

[Verse 3: T.I.M.]

Y'all in the conway, ho, I'm the machine

Call up Bert, for suree, but Christ, I could see

That I am rushing to drink all this fire with ease

Now the whisky is in me, bitch, I be biting this beat

Oh, eat up this motherfucker, just like I'm supposed to

You think that you beat, but bitch, I reach back and I choke you

I broke through these low rooms, just to blow through expectations you have, ho, move

Calculating costs for cocking guns, capitalistic

Hating on lowercase, you get one wrapping of these bitches

Drag 'em all through ditches, carpetbaggers and evictions

'Cause none of you psycho pussies here are having the vision

[Verse 4: MT]

You know who it is, and if you don't, you 'bout to learn

The name is MT, [?] slowly, and that can confirm (MT)

I'm quite an MC, big ol' hammer down the haters

[?], too quick, too hot to handle

Keep ashes burnt in the urn

Spitting riddles, [?] pay attention, you'll miss it in a second

[?] (*lyrical miracle fast rapping*)

[?] next Christmas, in addition, Roddy Ricch was correct, they get it, I'm gifted

[Verse 5: HeadLessToYall]

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