You couldn't wrap sharpely if you outlined razors around ya wrists
Because Mimesis ain't no real nemesis to any real lyracist
Flows smack you quick to left, for thinking your sick to death
If thats for sure, then you tryna be like Easy, before his last breath
Come aginst me and get repelled like opposite magnetic forces
You couldn't educate sickness if you was teaching medical courses
Goin at you solo, but no homo for what im sayin, so Mim it's all good
Suggest you leave Paranoid, before my punches make you get off my HardWood
I'll show you my class is sick, when i bring out all them classik hits
Flip then switch da last four in Mimesis, then see Mims a classick bitch(Sis Im Em)
Who am I? The Style of the streets, while Chris sorta is unique
While ya can't spit a real bar,even if you testin bad product in Wonka's factory
Your so-called promo flow, is similiar to the 2 options of a hoe with missin toes,
Either yours flows goin slow, or it just going to end up like a no show
My punches stay soft like pure water, to flow easy like the hot air in em
So Mim best to ease up, before i drown em with my fluid lyracism