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mystikal - mind of lyrics

(laughing)
walking through the mind of mystikal
no holds barred
still don’t give a f-ck about ya’ll

i’m still not the n-gga to f-ck with busta
?? the average n-gga don’t f-ck with me
fool a n-gga in size, ain’t much none of ya’ll n-ggas can do with me
typically speakin, i’m not what your seekin
now vision the rhymes that i be keepin
i f-ck like a mohican, ain’t drunk like them demons
i’m quicker then one of those puerto ricans
get it off your chest
don’t run on my set, i’m breakin your neck
if you gettin upset i’m breakin a sweat
ya’ll n-ggas ain’t ready yet
i’m catching my breath, ya’ll n-ggas ain’t findin wind
i’m keepin they momma from tryin again
i done f-cked up more n-ggas then henikken
f-ck, i’m cute as a puppy, you smart as a guppy
now how you gonna f-ck me, that b-tch get lucky she f-cked me
and now that hoe can’t stop thinkin of me
i’m thinkin of much wealth, come tell ya how gettin f-cked felt
ask them n-ggas that know me now
even them b-tches will tell you i’m somthin else
b-tches, they like my good looks
but n-ggas can’t stand that right hook
they might look but they stay put
i done stomped more n-ggas than big foot
what i mean is i’m grand, you can’t f-ck with this peacan man
you don’t know who i’am, you goin too fast, slow down t-to, d-mn

(chorus)
n-gga go ring the alarm
i came in this b-tch, and i’m in the swarm
my n-ggas are already armed
were turnin this b-tch into vietnam
n-gga go ring the alarm
i came in this b-tch, and i’m in the swarm
my n-ggas are already armed
were turnin this b-tch into desert storm

i stick to the left like a thumb tack
i hum that to the drum track
no wives, tote no knifes
b-tch i’m sharper then a pair of filas
see i’m humble, you f-ckin ’em right, i’m makin ’em mumble
don’t stumble, hoe i ??? the seen it for your f-ckin gumbo
when a homie compare me, but spare me i’m a rap figure
please never don’t dare me, b-tch i barely kept an ? n-gga
i run with the real n-ggas, they k!ll, they them ill n-ggas
you best to chill n-ggas
i don’t f-ck with them run-of-the-mill n-ggas
here’s what you gonna feel n-gga:

heavy pressure from both sides, as the brain collides

i’m tellin them lip lies, i hang with hip guys
i split thighs, b-tch don’t ask me for sh-t
you get nothin, no tighter then grip ?
f-ck n-gga, don’t bother me and try to be, and tired of me
walkin out the hood with more b-tches number then lottery
look, i like f-ckin around, but i ain’t f-ckin with no f-ckery
luckily, none of you n-ggas in here ain’t cold enough to f-ck with me
f-ck n-ggas can’t touch that, no ??, get the f-ck back
fore you find yourself achin from you -ss crack to your nut sack
i run these hoe brand n-ggas from the back of the map
to the front of china
just when you thought it was safe to back in the water
i’m right behind ya

we as one must combine to never be stopped nann man

novice, servants, fiendins, demons, devils
griffins, goons, raidin rebels
women, wizards, warlocks, witches
punk f-gs like b-tches
gold, platnium, silver, copper
any kind of p-ssy popper gets wopped or chopped
when mystikal hits that door, now watch
n-gga want a big c-ck, get popped like hitchc-ck
when i rib shot, when i hip hop, that zip lock thats thick knot
ohh, it’s goin though me, got me struttin
when e.f. hutton talks everybody listens

chorus 2x

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