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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
TH3 ALMIGHTY Q
Rap
Myztik
Beats
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Myztik
Co-Composer
Joel Y. Quinones
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Myztik
Producer
Joel Y. Quinones
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Shout out to Mystic
I got a move and in tandem, we always on the advancement
Talk to us wrong, I spread through your boots like cancer
Confidence in the chaos, calmness through the brainwash
Q and Mystic stir this beat like goulash
My frequencies enhances wave file, proto sweating off the freestyle
Blunts get to burning heavy hands when we pouring
Speak to the mic like we was brawling
Ghetto symphonies play with east coast aggression
Bars so sharp, they be cutting through dimensions
Make you rappers choke up and tap from submission
My phone buzzing, it's your girl calling
Break her back all night then a swift Uber in the morning
Shadow boxing with the reaper, hear the echoes of the pain
Every scar tell a story, every loss feed the gain
****, still sharp and still my mind stay a deadly weapon
The Picasso of rap, I'm crafting art with intention
I find more purpose with each progression, getting lost in life lessons
I don't walk with a crew, my strength stands alone
Every stone thrown became bricks to my throne
Out here on mountains, smoke and Alaskan homegrown
907, leave your mind blown, cold streets where the demons roam
Eight months of ice, frozen down to my fucking bones
Damn, making money, building wealth, still my main goal
The train won't stop until I'm rich like Jeff Bezos
Rage on the mind, destructive thoughts that are fatal
Prescriptions numb the mind, can't be stuck on wasted time
So I start writing, the pen stay igniting
Spit nothing but malicious lightning
Most these boys pussies 'cause they laugh, fear, frighten
Ring the devil's neck just to feel enlightened
My backwoods and rifles stay rushing
Diabolical with the rhymes, a demon considered divine
Make they life resign, outwork ****, they waiting
For the stars to realign, I'm built different in design
King rising to his prime, stomp 'em out with Nike boots
If they plottin', then in cahoots, classy for Primal
Take her out, then fuck her throat while she blindfold
Five hundred mag, leave your body looking bulldozed
Walk in your hood, spit in your face, and leave you dethroned
Written by: Joel Y. Quinones, Myztik