Catch Up - Anilyst

Got goals that I’ll reach

Tryna' go from a pro to a chief

You’z a kitten that holds a disease

The kid is a pitt that just broke off a leash

Admit that you know that I’m over unique

You chickens don’t wanna have no kind of beef

Shit’s so dope call it coke on a beat

'Lyst on this can you go kinda deep?

Show that your flow has a soul when it speaks

Bitch feel the kicks from the soles of my feet

Diss on this flow you can choke on a D

Cause' the shit that I spit is so over you weaks

Medicine blown as I roam overseas

Let a bitch know I don’t go underneath

Step in this moment to let it be known that I’ll shred an opponent who want it

with me

Spazzing he always seems grinnin'

And his G’s screaming «We Winnin»

If you have a dream then believe in it

Cause it could happen at any minute

I fought for my art just to land respect

Balls to the wall could you stand to step?

To this hard earned passionate path of stress

Watching your art not manifest

Thoughts make you start feeling mad depressed

It starts to get hard just to catch a breath

When you fall through the darkest and massive depths

Students in Harvard can’t pass this test

But this year I’m a new dude

This here be that new new

Made it crystal clear what I do to

These studios that I move through

It’s, true true that my words are literal

I don’t claim I’m a killa' but I murder syllables

I don’t turn for my burner my words are killable

Why you claiming that you ballin' when you earn a minimal?

I’m a, real dude but you birds are pitiful

Claiming that you run the city now you turned a criminal?

Claiming you was livin' gritty but you birds are typical

I can roll up on your biggest homie turn him critical

I’ma, hold back on my sinning to just slit him

I’d rather do it like a menace with a pen to offend um'

I got the rhythm within him and if he grins I’mma get um'

I bet you never seen nobody spit it sick as my venom

And I’m a, real brotha' that promoted his own name

I’m no lame never see me fucking with' no chain

I’m dope mayn' you would think I’m fuckin' with cocaine

There’s no pain see me leave a brotha with no brain

Make music that’ll cater to the felons

The one’s cravin' just to put a crater through your melon

Say you’re gettin' paper but you earned your wager telling

It’s amazin' how these fakers even sellin'

Sitting in my chamber feeling angered while I’m vaporizer smellin'

High as hell and it just feels like I’m propelling

Yelling at a preacher never that but I’ve been preaching what I’m yelling

I’m that teacher that will beat you till your features ain’t appealin'

(I) listen through the drama, Mr. New Obama

So much money that they call my bank the institute of commas

A hit or two of ganja, got me in the mood to wanna, rhyme the sickest lines

Strong enough to victimize ya momma

Hypnotized by the way I spit the rhymes I’ma, grip a 9 with a k just in my honor

You ain’t never heard a rapper say the rhymes finer

I’m flyer than the wings on the side of a side winder