Anilyst, the triple threat
Anilyst, the triple threat
Anilyst, the triple threat
Reppin' while I cripple vets
Anilyst, the triple threat
Anilyst, the triple threat
Rep, Rep, Anily... reppin' while I cripple vets
[Verse 1:]
Look, I live like a rebel I'm resilient
I'm a star not a general civilian
Got a white girl but her a** looks Brazilian
Not a rich chick but her swag's worth a billion
Got sk**s that'll shine through the night time
Cuz they say I spit it doper than a white line
I write rhymes, living in my lab like I'm Einstein
Thinking with my left brain cuz I'm out my right mind
Girls tell me I'm an a** I'm a bit rude
If that's true then that means that I'm the sh** too
Lovin' how I spit raw, sick enough to spit flus
Homie I'm a big dog, never been a shih tzu
See I've never been afraid to let the four clap
Leave you f*ggots in a mountain with a broke back
Homie I'm a psycho thats never been on Prozac
I'mma have you pussies lookin' stiffer then a Kodak
[Hook]
Yeah, I put it on the streets, can't nobody do it how I do it to these beats
Yeah, see I do it in my sleep, Anilyst the triple threat put it on repeat X (Interlude)
[Verse:2]
Y'all flow like a river I'm a big wave
And they say the kid is sick enough to spit AIDS
Get paid, leave a brotha limping if he b**h made
Reaching for my trigger while I stick you with a switch blade
Real playas never get played
Always gettin' b**hes I've been pimpin' since the fifth grade
Listen to the kid he's just so vicious how he spits rage
Wishing you can diss him but he rips it like a slit page
Yea, see I spit it on a nightly
Got the kind of flow thats fully tripping up your psyche
I be, sicker then a brotha on an IV
It's likely you've never heard another spit it like me
Yea, they be speaking just to talk
Till I get the squeezin' where I'm leaping off a shot
I ain't gettin' even till you're leaking from your top
And believe me I'm the reason that your breathing's gonna stop
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Rollin' with the top down, on top now
I'm feeling like I'm never sick of sipping Ciroc rounds
You talk down? West coast I'm block bound
And I can even get you shot down in Chi-town
Look, the decision is official
To k** your whole division if you diss him with the pencil
And if you try to run and I don't get you with this pistol
Then I put it on my mama I ain't missing with this missile
Yea, I got the chrome by the leather seat
People say I'm quiet cuz I'm zoned I don't ever speak
Stoned for the second week, grown as a clever freak
Pissing on these records but I never let my records leak
Yea, now I'm changing up the topic
Mad because you haters just ain't capable to stop it
Hating cuz you see I got this game up in my pocket
And I've even got these labels tryna label me a prophet
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