Mindstate - Anilyst

Yeah, let um talk man.

ask about my background

Never that cat that has to back down

Rolling up a half ounce of that loud

Focused on stacking racks in my town

It’s that mindstate that I’m in, A’s gotta win

Games I don’t play I’m fatal with pens

Made it but haters are waiting for him to lose so I’m taking offense

Praying my days might fade to an end but what made you convinced?

That you can do what i do are you able for this?

Are you delusional drinking on gin?

Never be losing my faith that’s within

Here’s a part two to the game I began

You’z a cartoon I’m a rated R film

Living in hell cause the devil’s will test you

This is the shit that’s developed in test tubes

I’m better than special

Who in the hell do it better than Seff do?

You can’t name um

My cats stay campaigning

Making mad payments, are yall mad cause I’m half famous?

You don’t have patience, a lot of you lack an imagination

I’ma broadcast that this raw cat is just that amazing

Hard though and he knows it, heart with no emotions

I got gas like an Arco cause all i know is keep going

But party hoe be the slogan

But part of me though is broken

Pardon me bro I’m chosen to start beasting and boasting

I spark the reefer to compose a hit

Is it hard to keep up with my flows in this?

Heart is deeper than the ocean is

So don’t start no beef cause i will throw my fists

Or choke your bitch the old rendition

I hope this gets you hoes to listen

Or you’ll be risking something close to where your soul is slipping

Lyst been snapping I’m back on attack mode

Lifting the mack up to jack up your back bone

Wishing they had what i have but they wack though

Stick to the facts cause you cats always lack flow

Asshole canceled my last show rap so fast that it’s easy to rap slow

Smash yo B in the back door

Have both cheeks in commando

That boy thinks that he’s Rambo

Still is the illest the rawest you feel this?

An you just do not have the knowledge to get it

A militant flipping you off in your village

I’m mauling you all like a squad of gorillas

So call up a witness for help

Tell him that this is the realest you’ve felt

Hot enough that you might listen and melt

Honest admit it cause Lyst has the belt

Could it be homie’s chosen?

Or could it be the dope he’s smoking?

What a beast always zoning

What if he’s always floating

Part of me’s oddly broken

Phony opponents, I ain’t your homie so know it

Lonely road see this cat don’t need these rodents

Low-key Beethoven, get it?

Low-key Beethoven, get it?

Let that shit soak in, lettuce

Play it back and fourth like it’s tennis

I’m screaming no days off

Getting Cobain thoughts

Feeling exhausted but it’s okay cause they know A’s a boss

You just a fraud that be claiming you cutting cocaine rocks

Your whole gang lost, even these hoes say you soft

Now, here we go rhyming toxic

We don’t got time to gossip, grinding constant

Fly as a fiber optic, people could try to stop it, might get stomped in