Random Verse - Anilyst

Feeling warm in this tight room

I think I’m born just to write tunes

I’ll leave you torn with a knife wound

If you’re a storm I’m a typhoon

Might flow iller than a diabetic type two

Taking psychedelics just to get into the right mood

They can never tell it as intelligent as I do

Once I’m in my element it’s evident you might lose

I’m gaining paper off the rhymes that I bust

Cuz all these ladies say they love the way that I rhyme in a rush

I’ll spray a hater with some cyanide and fry him to slush

Or I can bake him like a pie using a nine that I clutch

But I’m, sick of rhyming out of rage

This might be the time where I decide to rhyme for days

Feeling like my minds tryna climb up out of a cage

So I’m sippin on this wine that’s got the right amount of age

With my head a little heavy

Better bring your fetti

Got so many weapons that I’m peddling machetes

Bitch I’ve never been this ready, a veteran already

Get up on my level, I’m ahead of everybody

I don’t mean to play vicious but I’m itching for the pump

Leave your face missing have you sitting in a slump

Feel the base hitting like a victim in a trunk

Watch the way the kid’ll turn a swisher to a blunt

Homie listen to this bump went from feeling like I’m living in the slums

Now it’s different cuz I’m tripping to the trumps

Tipping all these ones

For these bitches that be stripping for the funds

Get em dripping when this liquor hits their tongue

Filling up they lungs with the herbal I be twisting

Already feeling lifted off the purple I be sipping

Catch me hitting switches doing circles in the distance

They ask me how I made it out the «No» with no assistance

Its cuz I got a brain that can generate a mlli

People call it strange but id rather say its silly

Pimping in my veins till the day they come and kill me

But I’ve always been the type to make a hater fucking feel me

So I never really tripped on things that ain’t cash

Spit bomb hit songs 808 smash

Live long rip bongs made of straight hash

Spit the kind of game to make your database crash

We can face to face clash leave you laid and straight slashed

With a razor blade gash, to the face so brace fast

Cuz I came with eight gats, aimed and may blast

Play grenade catch, till your ass is made ash

You probably couldn’t fathom all this Adderall I’ve popped

I’m only using cannabis to catapult my thoughts

See I don’t need to battle dog my catalogue is hot

See I fuck around I’ll let the hammer go to rattle of the top

Got the baddest looking bop, she can back it up and drop

Riding on it awhile she bouncing like a saddles on my cock

Loving how my anaconda is standing like a rock

Push up on that ass I wanna smash and never stop

Passion for this guap, try an catch up to my spot

Tie your hands up in a knot

Fire at you land a shot

Fuck it I don’t need to plan a plot

Slam you with a random pan or pot

Your feeling me you’re here to see me rhyme

But I’m hearing that your fearing how I’m lyrically inclined

I can make you redefine

What it really means to grind

If you can’t just understand him you should read between the lines

Now I don’t need to boast about the records that I’m wrecking

Or how I keep a toast for protecting my possessions

If you ask about my coast then the west is my direction

So when I spit a flow you should bet I’m representing

Ill second-guess and question everything you say or mention

Get you heated raise the tension, have you bleed and make confessions

Beat you in the face and blame depression

Till you can’t even seem to make a recollection

I’ll grey your whole complexion

Then display my own aggression

As i’ll break your bones in sections

Then i’ll take a loaded Wesson

Let it spray along your face in all directions

Cuz you’re just hating that I make my own profession

Felling warm in this tight room

I think I’m born just to write tunes

I’ll leave you tore with a knife wound

If you’re a storm I’m a typhoon