**SoundClick Exclusive** We can do it any style, something a little harder for the fans. Redemption, enough said...

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Topic wise, Lystic And Juan G. are naturally storyteller type rappers. We like getting our point across and touching on any topic that’s relevant to life, but, some people think we can't step it up lyrically, and that’s obviously not the case, check the track.

(Lystic)
I split MCs Open, You’re hoping,
This mic I'm touting aint aimed at your cable modem
I’m holding a lyrical sword
Mic wires connect to my body like an umbilical cord
My heart’s phantom power cause I’m the “Ghost of The City”
Like Bob and Whitney, I stay bringing the drama wit me
But I feel like I been liven like a “Ghost In The Shell”
Juan G., Load me in your Sound-Clip, I’m a spit it well
Hit me, Tip me, Piss me off, you think I’m soft?
Get bi***-slapped like Tony Danza, now “Who’s the Boss?”
Create a verbal holocaust, incinerate your people
My mic ignites sound-to-flame, I have no equal
I’ll eat you like my name was Hannibal Lecktor
Heed my warning, pray this don’t go beyond a lecture
Before we invade your “Sektor”, like “Cyrax”
Breathing in what I’m saying is like inhaling anthrax

(Chorus 2x)
L.Y.S.T.I.-C. & Juan G.
We gonna get some redemption
We trying to give this rap game and extension
Not just to the next level, to a whole other dimension

(Juan G.)
I’m a creator; I make you hear all the unheard
Can make you understand what I’m saying with out any words
I know it’s up surd, but what do you hear when you hear the beat?
Come on I see you bopping your head and taping your feet
What’s wrong you can’t accept the fact that I am not street
Or you can’t believe the beats I make with jam-packed melodies
Or that I’m a nice guy and don’t do any felonies
Just don’t take me for granite and don’t start testing me
Cause on the real, you don’t want to do that
F*** a gat, f*** a clap, I’ll give your ass a backslap
We can scrap, what am I suppose to do when I get attacked
But react in a way that maybe I will regret
That’s why I always think about what I do, before I do it
Don’t wanna f*** up, come close, or even blow it
Don’t play me soft or I’ll really have to show you who’s a bi***
Negative niggas I positive them like a crucifix

(Chorus 2x)

(Lystic)
The left side of the pincer attack
Juan G. where you at? (Juan G.: Dog, you know I got your back)
I stay strapped with my wits, 28 knuckles and 2 fists
Why would I need a 100 guns, a 100 clips?
I’m God’s gift to the beat, Lord to rap’s Elite
Bow to my feet, or fall swiftly under defeat
Attack neatly, with steadily calm accurate precision
I could bend light if it passed threw me like I was a prism
I’m on a mission to shock an awe, loosen your muscle jaw
Until it fall, and you respond with an applause
My pen’s pacing, jotting down every notation
Formulating an equation that will result in a massive ovation
Your just tasting a sample of my animalistic form
This is the calm before the storm
Just getting warm, before the inferno I create
Sets the nation on fire, all 51 states

(Chorus 2x)