The MC Quinny Mix

I'm a synonym of mystery,

Most rappers never piss at me because I have no history,

I'm faceless with delivery, quite heavy in artillery,

Questioning your ability followed by given misery,

 

No rappers plan on dissin' me, missin' their target market,

Embarkin' into the water like you a shark reincarnate,

As for me, I'm yellin' "Darn it" cause I really need an enemy,

No friend of me would give me more poison like sea anemones,

 

Bending you like the rules, then I'm killing you like a victim,

I'm filling your grave with wisdom, taking you from the system,

I'll rip out your vocal chords, but I don't think your ass will miss them,

Cause the only thing you're singing after this is for submission,

 

You're kissing me on my boot while your bitch kissing on yours truly,

Then I switch it off to kick you down, some say that I'm unruly,

And if you really thought you knew me, you would stop all of the cryin',

Stop the lyin' bout the facts that you're denyin' that you're dyin',

 

Keep on finding ways to make a diss for anyone you know,

Make it all general like army men, then try to make it flow,

I gotta go, but goes to show that there's irony in that statement,

Cause the shit that I just wrote down can be put straight in that placement.