Anilyst - Triple Threat lyrics

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 [Hook]