Anilyst - Live Verses lyrics

[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 Embarra**ing 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 pa**ionate 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 f** 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 f** 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 Pa**ion fa sho for this thing called raw We can go back and forth like a ping-pong ball Lyrical sh** 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, b**h I'm into f**ing name a f**er that isn't I've come to spit it like no other when I'm under a minute Delivering the sh** that leaves a brotha diminished I'll put it down and I've come for the finish Stack enough mula to pack a van Surpa**ing 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 f**ing with the triple threat bro her price gon' triple I run it b**h 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