Triple Threat

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 [Verse 1:] 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 [Hook] 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) [Verse:2] 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 [Hook] [Verse 3:] 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 [Hook]