In this verse, Anilyst basically flexes his skills. He shows the true extent of his savage lyricism.

Besides delivering endless wordplays/metaphors, he’s also rhyming up to 11 syllables throughout the verse!

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So listen up if you're sick of deciding

Whether or not I'm subliminal rhyming

Whether the kid is too quick with the timing

Leaving you missing and leaving no sightings

I'm syllable sliding, can't ever copy the skills I'm providing

Break in your whip and I'll shift your alignment

Making it tip off the cliff when you drive it

My vibe on a record is tamed when I'm blunted

Rhyme with no effort who's rated above it?

Never felt better ya'll faker than puppets

Aim that beretta I'm achin' to buck it

I'm hotter than peppers that came out the oven

Hot as if I done just came outta dungeon

Hotter than satan bitch hate it or love it

I'm high from the smell of this paint that I'm huffin

Nah, I was jokin', I'm fakin', I'm bluffin'

Bitch, I been smokin' and drinking, it's nothin'

Spit with devotion your dame finna love it

Live for the moment and pray for what's comin'

Been on this quest just to conquer the west

Never spit cocky but confident yes

Send my cock in a text to the opposite sex

Hoping she'll hop on it flopping her breasts

No-no shirt and this chick is a ten

Clo-closer, put this dick on your chin

Flo-flow slurs when I sip on this Hen

Baby cold syrup, Imma mix it with Gin

Meditate that way my records stay hot

Let em' hate, watch me go sever they tops

Shoot at the concrete to let it break rocks

Hoping to kill you with ricochet shots

Smokin' to medicate everyday thoughts

Your flow is so featherweight, step away

Scratchin' the paint off yo Chevrolet drop

Ask for the name I'll forever stay hot

Passionate mayn I will never take stops

After the fame gettin' dames on my cock

Smash in your face if you fakes wanna talk

You mad cause you lames getting paid by the clock?

One way to the top is to race for the spot

But I'm stuck in this basement just blazing this pot

Did you lace it or not cause my face gettin' hot?

Sensation as if I've been wasted off shots

Always been destined to fight like a soldier

I could care less if you like my persona

Wiping my sweat with your high school diploma

This rifle will soon put your life in a coma

Psycho, the dude spent his life as a loner

Spiteful and rude, I'm the microphone holder

No time for no rules, we abide by no orders

Until the day that they gonna try to deport us

Dude's private and confidential

But I look fly like a continental

You a lil guy, bitch I'm monumental

Gotta good side, but my mind is mental

Get in the booth to unbottle emotions

Been in the mood just to cause some commotion

Spit it as smooth as a bottle of lotion

Your clique to my crew is a rock to an ocean

Sick of your dudes tryna talk with emotion

Hit you with two have you drop with convulsions

I'll kick you till you think your spinal is broken

Silence whenever the highness has spoken

Blaze blunts is an understatement

Get your face crushed when you touch the pavement

Fuck a fake up if you just been hatin'

Got my fists raised up just to bust your face in

Gaining some fame off of pain and passion

Breaking your leg till its laid in fractions

I'll swing this cane until your brains are bashed in

And I'm taking my aim like a trained assassin

Stay where you lay when that laser flashin'

Amazed at the way that I made this happen

Got dames for days that gon' praise the rappin'

Gotta change the pace to keep the paper stackin'

My one goal is to go a legend

Got blunts rolled with that old resin

Fuck your road, I took my own direction

Now busting flows is my whole profession

I'm ready for getting ten a show

As many know, they can't offend the flow

Tell me bro is you a friend or foe?