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Triple Threat
by Anilyst

Anilyst, the triple threat
Anilyst, the triple threat
Anilyst, the triple threat
Reppin' while I cripple vets
Anilyst, the triple threat
Anilyst, the triple threat
Rep, Rep, Anily... reppin' while I cripple vets

Look, I live like a rebel I'm resilient
I'm a star not a general civilian
Got a white girl but her ass looks Brazilian
Not a rich chick but her swag's worth a billion
Got skills that'll shine through the night time
Cuz they say I spit it doper than a white line
I write rhymes, living in my lab like I'm Einstein
Thinking with my left brain cuz I'm out my right mind
Girls tell me I'm an ass I'm a bit rude
If that's true then that means that I'm the shit too
Lovin' how I spit raw, sick enough to spit flus
Homie I'm a big dog, never been a shih tzu
See I've never been afraid to let the four clap
Leave you faggots in a mountain with a broke back
Homie I'm a psycho thats never been on Prozac
I'mma have you pussies lookin' stiffer then a Kodak

Yeah, I put it on the streets, can't nobody do it how I do it to these beats
Yeah, see I do it in my sleep, Anilyst the triple threat put it on repeat X (Interlude)

Y'all flow like a river I'm a big wave
And they say the kid is sick enough to spit AIDS
Get paid, leave a brotha limping if he bitch made
Reaching for my trigger while I stick you with a switch blade
Real playas never get played
Always gettin' bitches I've been pimpin' since the fifth grade
Listen to the kid he's just so vicious how he spits rage
Wishing you can diss him but he rips it like a slit page
Yea, see I spit it on a nightly
Got the kind of flow thats fully tripping up your psyche
I be, sicker then a brotha on an IV
It's likely you've never heard another spit it like me
Yea, they be speaking just to talk
Till I get the squeezin' where I'm leaping off a shot
I ain't gettin' even till you're leaking from your top
And believe me I'm the reason that your breathing's gonna stop

Rollin' with the top down, on top now
I'm feeling like I'm never sick of sipping Ciroc rounds
You talk down? West coast I'm block bound
And I can even get you shot down in Chi-town
Look, the decision is official
To kill your whole division if you diss him with the pencil
And if you try to run and I don't get you with this pistol
Then I put it on my mama I ain't missing with this missile
Yea, I got the chrome by the leather seat
People say I'm quiet cuz I'm zoned I don't ever speak
Stoned for the second week, grown as a clever freak
Pissing on these records but I never let my records leak
Yea, now I'm changing up the topic
Mad because you haters just ain't capable to stop it
Hating cuz you see I got this game up in my pocket
And I've even got these labels tryna label me a prophet

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