[VERSE ONE]
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Understand this, here comes another bad gal lyric
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Whose more than over pissed that there's not a true verbalist
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Giving competition to this super trooper lyricist
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Whose blowing up most these emcees like a terrorist
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Let me catch a bit of air
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I'm about to smear another emcees career
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And there's no stopping me there's no flopping me
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In the ranks you'll never be on top of me, I'm new hot property
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I'm hot here, your not near, I'm never gona stop here
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Why? Cos I got a flow that no one ain't got
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I'm like a stick of dynamite, behind a mic
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I'll leave your skin itching like a parasite
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(jeeze)
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What am I like? Oh my days
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Forget Simon said, this is Shystie says
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I'm mc Shystie, causing controversy
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On the mic or in your face I spit my lyrics horribly
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[CHORUS]
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Step back, you better ease up now
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Take it down before I roll up my sleeves right now
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Uh oh uh oh, its over now
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Its about to get grimey now
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Step back, you better ease up now
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Take it down before I roll up my sleeves right now
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Uh oh uh oh, its over now
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Its about to get Shystie now
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[VERSE TWO]
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Oh shit I'm flowing merciless, I'm on ma second verse and this
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Gal is spitting sicker, quicker and I'm getting worse on this
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You don't really wana see me start this
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You don't really wana see my heart turn into darkness
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When I'm storming on the track, warning emcees that
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You'll never hold me back,
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I'm on the loose I'm like a wild cat
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Kick back as I flip my lyrics, then I switch back
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Traumatising lives with the tip of my pen
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Oh shit look-- she's gone and done it again
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I'm big and bigger than bad to the bone
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To explosive when I bless on the microphone
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Got you contemplating, how I wrote your rhymes
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I got far to many lyrics, just not enough lines
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too write, not enough ink to spite
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Other emcees, that I put on deep freeze
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With my frosty flows I breeze out on these
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[CHORUS]
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[repeat]
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[VERSE THREE]
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Listen to my policy, because I'm hitting through to solidly
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I'm causing a controversy because I'm flowing horridly
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Leaving body frames shook, they ain't ready
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Can't keep up with my pace I'll leave your mind set unsteady
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I walk away from the mic with no worry
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leaving every mic melted and I never say sorry
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Cos I got that metaphorical flammable tongue
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I'm murdering, too late your got stung
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Yes I be that limited addition
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Come and listen to my mission
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As I'm spitting on this riddim,
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with ambition
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Yes my rhyming slang,
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You know its nang
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I'm in the place now people prang
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Well its over now because the fat lady sang
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I'm here now, spitting acid like I don't now
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Burning anything that's in my way or comes near now
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I'm on to this, my tongue's hot for this
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Look I've waited to long so now I'm ready for this
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[CHORUS]
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[repeat]
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Step Bac
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Shystie |