This is my world and you're just passing through so pack ya bags, say goodbye to ya fags cuz I'm relocating you...
Heaven or Hell it's betta than a cell with you imprisoned by ya talent, cuz gettin raped by vocab and showerin with ignorance is how ya times been spent.

I'm battlin a Mind thinks it's Mystic but really simplistic and far from artistic...
But I'm firin ballistic linguistics in a way that's sadistic to turn ya pessimistic and make ya a statistic.

You's 13 and 3 until ya met me cuz I've taken ya win and locked it away, see?
Ya fourth's in store and ya know what more...ya couldn't steal this battle if ya had the fuckin key.

Ya spit so much "week"ness they oughta call ya calendar cuz ya rhymes got more holes than a freakin colander...
From office supplies ta kitchen utenstils ya couldn't text any better if ya used goddamn stencils.

Ya homelife is harsh, ya catch abuse from all in ya house so when ya fall in this battle no one will care or even think of ya whereabouts.
Cuz I'm a make ya bones chill then make ya blood spill drag ya down for the kill to make ya votes nill.

Mystik's in the house and MC's and femcee's are tense cuz we scared of his ass in a pickpocket sense...
Sneaky like a mouse he steals wallets of wisdom and purses of verses ta get his compliments.

I dispense violence so forget the ambulance cuz like the 6th Sense all I see is "dead text"...
Ya past tense cuz ya defense was like a picket fence so I guess for you Heaven's next.


A couple of lines went long but I hope you'll forgive that...
Peace

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