Mystikal Mind of Mystikal Lyrics

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Walking through the mind of Mystikal
No holds barred
Still don't give a **** about y'all

I'm still not the ***** to **** with busta
? the average ***** don't **** with me
Fool a ***** in size, ain't much none of ya'll *****s can do with me
Typically speakin', I'm not what your seekin'
Now vision the rhymes that I be keepin'
I **** like a Mahican, 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
Y'all *****s ain't ready yet
I'm catching my breath, y'all *****s ain't findin wind
I'm keepin' they momma from tryin' again
I done ****ed up more *****s then Heineken
****, I'm cute as a puppy, you smart as a guppy
Now how you gonna **** me, that ***** get lucky she ****ed me
And now that hoe can't stop thinkin' of me
I'm thinkin' of much wealth, come tell ya how gettin' ****ed felt
Ask them *****s that know me now
Even them *****es will tell you I'm somthin' else
*****es, they like my good looks
But *****s can't stand that right hook
They might look but they stay put
I done stomped more *****s than Big Foot
What I mean is I'm grand, you can't **** with this peacan man
You don't know who I am, you goin' too fast, slow down Tito, damn

***** go ring the alarm
I came in this *****, and I'm in the swarm
My *****s are already armed
Were turnin' this ***** into Vietnam
***** go ring the alarm
I came in this *****, and I'm in the swarm
My *****s are already armed
Were turnin' this ***** into Desert Storm

I stick to the left like a thumb tack
I hum that to the drum track
No wives, tote no knives,
***** I'm sharper then a pair of Filas
See I'm humble, you ****in' 'em right, I'm makin 'em mumble
Don't stumble, hoe I ? the seen it for your ****in' gumbo
When a homie compare me, but spare me i'm a rap figure
Please never don't dare me, ***** I barely kept an ? *****
I run with the real *****s, they kill, they them ill *****s
You best to chill *****s,
I don't **** with them run-of-the-mill *****s
Here's what you gonna feel *****

Heavy pressure from both sides, as the brain collides

I'm tellin' them lip lies, I hang with hip guys
I split thighs, ***** don't ask me for ****
You get nothin', no tighter then grip ?
**** *****, don't bother me and try to be, and tired of me
Walkin' out the hood with more *****es number then lottery
Look, I like ****in' around, but I ain't ****in' with no ****ery
Luckily, none of you *****s in here ain't cold enough to **** with me
**** *****s can't touch that, no ?, get the **** back
Fore you find yourself achin from you *** crack to your nut sack
I run these hoe brand *****s 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 fags like *****es
Gold, platnium, silver, copper
Any kind of ***** popper gets wopped or chopped
When Mystikal hits that door, now watch
***** want a big ****, get popped like Hitchcock
When I rib shot, when I hip hop, that zip lock that's thick knot
Ohh, it's goin though me, got me struttin'
When E.F. Hutton talks everybody listens

[Chorus: x2]

Written by: Leroy Edwards, Michael Tyler
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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