It's Crazy - Anilyst

Hi again, it’s me hoes

Ridin' with my mijos

Arrivin' at casinos

As I’m lighting up a weed roll

Fly in my tuxedo

High as fuckin' eagles

Biased with an ego

Try us, get your cheeks poked

Your sinuses will be slow

I’m tryin' to strike your cheek bones

These Heinekens will be throned

Your highness will be dethroned

Got this urge to break your vertebrae to thirds

Used to spit, but nowadays I’ll just regurgitate the verse

We’ll play em on this verse to make it worth

All this work I’ve gave it just to say I’v earned a pay from words

Quickly, sorta slow

Bitch, I got a soldier soul

Spittin' till my throat is sore

Sick that I need

System overload

This will give you no control

Listen to this flow to grow

Wisdom from a poet pro

Stuck with rappin' and I managed not to switch plans

You can’t imagine how much shit I’ve had to withstand

Crazy, out here was patient

And now he’s making shit you copy

I don’t say this to be cocky

But it’s… X3

Started splashin' the sink

Hardest tracks that he brings

They often ask what he thinks

How he thought of that shit he sings

Walk back and get jinxed

While I start slammin' these drinks

Rock my ball cap with a mink

You’z a small cat to a sphinx

We active with grown visions

Magic, the flow-igician

Dope shit makes hoes listen

Got no clique just a coalition

I took a mic and chose

To write the most to light your rolls

Bookin' flights for shows

Am I supposed to strike a pose?

The way I psych my foes

Recitin' notes that I compose

Cold as ice it goes

You hoes might go and wipe your nose

All my life I’ve roamed inside my dome

To find my zone

I found it bro

By downing ice patrons and lighting dro’s

On this microphone

I strike a ho with lighting bolts

Poltergeist your home

Own your life and swipe your soul

Five nas got your baby’s momma tryna bone

By the morning her aroma gon' be my cologne

Best reefer with cold wine

Lets creep through my own mind

Lets see what we gon' find

As I get deep as a cold mind

Stress seems to be on high

Less sleepin' but more grind

Wreck beats with these raw rhymes

I sex freaks in my off time

The kid’s swipin' your conscience

This might get you nauseous

But I’ll stick a spike in your socket

As I sit and strike you with objects

Hit you right where your top is

Then ditch you while your unconscious

Then hitch a flight to the tropics

Keep the trigger right where my cock is

My talent established that

I’ll strike down any average cat

That twice around in my habitat

Try to challenge this savage rap

Get damaged and that’s a fact

Kid scratchin' your cataract

We’ll shatter your backward bats

My bitch bad to do acrobat

Lyst is on that a spit

Hot shit, you the opposite

Get my cock licked

In the cockpit of a rocket ship

Do I talk too quick?

They can’t control the beast that’s over B

He’s off the leash

Spits his poetry

That’s so unique right over beats