~mystically Sick~
imma microphone killa gorilla, ballistic
you can try to come and get with me but only if your mystic
i work with grand wizards, lyrical lizards
we slithers into your body mind n soul
we puff bowls as we spew coals
hot no ashy words, catcha with a hip-hop curse
i spit one sick verse n you come down with the flu
its like h1n1 lyrical sick son
don't wanna mess with none, ill leave you dead from the barrel of my tongue
~Tanner Cox
A.K.A
~Profound
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