AIGHT FIRST OFF, THE NAME ISNT MYSTIK D...
ITS ETERNAL
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Eternal
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Im the motherfuckin Legend yo,
I got an appetite, when im rapping tite, I grab the mic, and let it go,
I got a savage life, blasting dikes, and shredding flows
Ill stab you twice, right before I make your head explode,
You couldn’t be half as nice, you’re fuckin pitiful,
Get me a jagged knife; I know how to get rid of you
I scrap and fight, cuz this rapid life’s, about getting doe,
Hell yah you have it right, my talent is incredible
I jab threw emcees chest like they’re liquid bitch,
I don’t care if im twisted, cuz im the gifted kid,
There aint no gimmicks, it’s the real when my lyrics hit,
That’s why the crowd goes ballistic when Mystik spits,
It’s like I eat ounces cuz my shit is dope,
My lines get in your head like you sniffed my coke,
My thoughts go deep in my head when I rhyme my lyrics,
I rock mics, and I don’t mean putting diamonds in it,
Ayo stop and listen, Mystik hocks the sick shit,
Cock the biscuit, before you drop the bitch kid,
Whose got his wrist lit, rob his riches,
Make the bitches head bob to this shit,
Fuck imposters,
Bitches who be acting so fake for goodness sake take all the Oscars,
I got a theory, who wants to hear me,
My family, destroying anyone who comes near me,
Beware g; don’t take another step closer,
I shock motherfuckers worse then a wet toaster,
Get ya head lowered,
When u see the hand of my man reaching down south to his holster,
I thought I told ya, bitch im a bolder,
And im coming to roll all you soldiers over,
Ima fold ya, and crush you shoulders,
Flatten you out on the ground like a bulldozer,
Everybody just bounce to this,
For my rippers in the club smoke an ounce to this,
While I pronounced this shit,
I never drown in spit, Gimme the weed but ima need 20 pounds of it,
Whip out my gun and rush the cops, just to bust their chops,
hire an afghan to come over and dust my crops,
I don’t give a fuck, im lost,
raging assassin, encaged in this rapping, flailing and gasping, in cuffs and locks,
knuckles wrapped in barb wire,
when I walk in the club, rocking the gloves, then im strapped and I’ll fire,
challenge your whole clan, (ohhh damn)
blast the tek, grab ya neck, and gasp for breath, with both hands,
im the boss in the game, I spit the frost in the flame,
a walking lost cost with a fuckin cross and a chain,
grab a scalpel, throw it threw your Adams apple,
scalp you, and run you face up and down the gravel,
I cause more war then the bloods and crypts,
And if your thugged and shit, you better fucking dump the clip,
I run this shit motherfucker mess with me,
I best believe im regulating while you rest in peace,
Bring in the Rhyming war, and im swinging my Mayan sword,
Im grinding lords and binding cords around 5 blind whores,
My score, doubles, aint that phenomenal,
Rap crap with my gat strapped to my abdominal,
But its only there to slaughter gays
Talking shit about me, E, what the fuck you got to say
Nothing, so stop bluffing, 7 bitches teach,
I’ll knock you all concussions and eleven stitches each,
Im sent represent, the nation, and wreck your fate,
Im mortal, but threw meditation, I levitate,
And get it great, Im the oracle, the God that walks the earth,
Knew it ever since I started to talk at birth,
I learn shit twice as fast; I’ll fight your class,
And slice your ass, wearing a mike Tyson mask,
So when im writing raps, grip the pen and I think,
And start composing flows then until the end of the ink,
My minds cold, it’s like my heads in a rink,
Voices in my head telling me that I should get a shrink,
Smoking a fatty in the Caddie getting ill,
Running at me with a bat and Ur sadly getting killed,
You a women in a mans body like Bart Simpson,
I spit “sick shit” even when im not dipping
See the skill in me I drill emcees like a cavity,
Fulfilling dreams, killing feans that try to battle me,
You couldn’t even “beat me” if this was the drug game,
So take a seat g, before I let my slugs spray,
I stop sp
