Grown Simba (Remix)

[Intro] Yeah... I Mean I don't do too much bullshit in the talking So this time... isn't gonna be any different [Verse 1: Anilyst] Look... I spit with massive weight to blast and break your ribs Sick of faggot fakes with fabricated fibs Catch a case and dip Met an actress babe that asked to taste my kids Got's the ass and waist to match the face and lips Laceration sick, ate a half an eighth of hash to take a trip Stick with rappin' great cause passion pays a grip Fascination with how I captivate the track to paint a pic Let my craft create this master-mason shit Let your mind accept it Get respected off this method I've perfected I've been blessed with every session I've attended I'll get what I've projected Then press that 9 to get your mind to exit Fucker step aside, get left to die in trenches Ho, behold the honcho Kobe with the clock though Homie I'm an artist so my flow be so Picasso You're only known as awful Don't approach me or get toppled Earnin' dough's my motto And my ho be from Morocco [Chorus: Anilyst] {I got you askin' who's that boy playa'? Yeah... and then they tell 'em.} X3 They only wanna ask cause they know that he's high And they can all tell that he's going to the top [Verse 2: Anilyst] My crew is a pack of leaders That move like a pack of cheetahs Get bruised if you plan to cheat us I'm student, surpassing' teachers A nuisance with masterpieces My music will blast your speakers This movement will pack arenas Keep dudes that are whack beneath us Revolve like a group of vultures Go hard for the youth and culture My thoughts and my mood can alter My dogs came to rule and conquer My temper ain't fit for testin' This temperature builds with tension Come enter the fifth dimension Surrender in sixty seconds I rhyme like i'm on an island Shine like a polished diamond Mind always on my grind And I climb when you start declining Got dimes so your broad is whining Rhymin', they start applauding My dogs finna cause a problem They hoppin' and starting mobbin' I'm plotting to pop your noggin Dropping your top, ain't stoppin' Socking you pops for mocking I'm knocking you off for talking Out of his fuckin' mind It's better you run and hide This rapper will leave you scattered Then shatter your fuckin' spine [Chorus]