Aight Den, Pt. 2

Mystyc Fam Prime Guizzy on the beat Let's go Okay, let's go to work, I'ma get straight to the point BOS pig in the pen but you ain't hearing the oink You're missing the point, Mystyc, cipher dominators Collaborate verbal weapons like an army of terminators Stomp through your hood like a sentinel do Stick the microphone up your ass while we screaming fuck you Fuck boots, I use cement slabs for footwear And I dwell in the dark like Bruce Wayne in the Bat lair With a cat stare, infrared scanning the block You could be innocent but J attacks, ready or not You ready to rock, I'm venomous, you ready to rot Or we can put our minds together, you ready to plot You ready for snot, it's cold and flu season My cold shoulder influenza nigga to die for no reason Infect main veins to change thangs Change lanes, bust at point-blank range and tame thangs On the eastside of Atlanta, we get madder than Bruce Banner And roast niggas with more concentration than Tropicana Time to raise the standards, like the King of the South said Start busting more heads, show them that we ain't never scared We heavyweight so we stomp when we walk Tap out is not an option cause we backing our talk Bitch made nigga, better put some pep in your walk Damn pions, take your ass back to where you came from You's the insane one trying the almighty S.E.L. I ain't God, I ain't Satan, but I'll put you through hell Aight den, I'll have you fighting more flames than firemen When I spit this hotness from above my chin Aight den, pass by haters like light wind Get it in blood like mosquitoes on light skin Aight den, I run with a clique of hype men Trained to go and always ready to snipe men Aight den, pass by haters like light wind Get it in blood like mosquitoes on light skin Aight den, I run with a clique of hype men Trained to go and always ready to snipe men, Aight den I'm here to erase the hate and lay waste to fake greats Regulate those who perpetrate with 38's My rhymes stay strong like horizontal stays long Like dope boys who stay on making money out their bomb I been a vet before man found out pussy gets wet Writing rhymes with finesse before we started to suck breasts Before banks could cash checks, police wore vests Before it crossed my mind to get this spider on my neck Before Bonecrusher, Tip and Killer Mike was never scared I was at Redan with Spit and Dyrti C busting heads I'm the dark part of the house you're scared to go to That certain part in the hood people don't drive through Serving Hip Hop junkies via verbal drive-through Dealing a full "Dec" for y'all to vibe to It's the microphone bandit, make it hard for you to manage I'll open up your chest like Access Granted Pricks can't stand it cause I smoke my eyes slanted And still roast your spot like two burning planes landed I was Decatur reborn and bred in Red Bricks And I spit with hot lips, so I'ma need more than chapstick Aight den, pass by haters like light wind Get it in blood like mosquitoes on light skin Aight den, I run with a clique of hype men Trained to go and always ready to snipe men Aight den, pass by haters like light wind Get it in blood like mosquitoes on light skin Aight den, I run with a clique of hype men Trained to go and always ready to snipe men, Aight den Mystyc Aight den Mystyc Aight den Mystyc Aight den Mystyc Aight den