Verbal Tyson

Lyrics

Feel like the system on a leash, tight grip Say my peace with a flick of the wrist Born in the storm, but calm in the mist Tryin' to navigate life, these twists But my mind's Tyson with the verbal hits Words slice deep, like life's sharp wits I'm cool, just spittin' truth with the clan Recognition’s the game, and I'm the man Stress on the down low, flight on the jet Stuck in time like a retro VHS

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