Aight Den, Pt. 2

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King Spydamann

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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 f*ck you
F*ck 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

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