How come Yay Area & HNIC just can't breathe?

Yay Area

On the mic with the sickness,

My mystic characteristic is wrong like havin’ a ho & a mistress,

Lyrical fitness, rollin’ thru the city district,

Life… I wish it….

Wasn’t a b**ch, but I kissed it,

Once again me & HNIC on the same track,

With the insane raps, the game collapse, & we have yo brain crack,

Lyrics are very cerebral,

I’m a real Don except my last name ain’t Cheadle, Speak 4 my people,

Hard 2 look @ like needles,

Been in new jack cities like Mario Van Peebles,

I gotta white tee,

A franchise boy, oh I think they like me,

A lot cats with gats wanna fight me,

Very true like spike lee,

Seen colors & beefed with soldier boys like Ice-T

One Day it’ll make sense like Common & no I.D.

A lot of bullies get bullied with bullets,

U never felt pleasure unless u went thru pressure with the coolest,

Next up is HNIC the head n**ga in charge is the acronym,

The beats execute & the lyrics is packin’ them,

HNIC

Dont cry for peace, evil is just live spelled backwards,

So as long as you live, evil's the max curse, my exact words;

Diss or sublim. its gonna hit u like a magnum,

They ragged him,

War crimes at me for how I Baghdad them,

Girls still be deceptive,

Like the way Eve bagged Adam,

Laughin at these cats wit fake lines, they just imaginin,

Back to lyrical lashings, im stashin cash in fleets,

Trynna flee the grim reaper; they timid leapers

But my rhymes off the wall,

Like paintings durin a 5.4 meter

You already know what it is,

This the Bay Area & DMV keepers,

No chance to compete or defeat us;

Yall still undeveloped, unearthed like a fetus....

Yay Area

Just breathe… in… All that oxygen,

Lyrical criminals trying to come up but I’m droppin’ them,

& stay toppin’ them, pick positive options and…

Spit venomous lyrics & when you hear it I put toxins in. Oh!!!

Whatever my raps magic, have yo end tragic, means end in a casket,

When you see my rhyme schemes all over like an acrobatic,

I’m still at it, & stillmatic, with these rap Ethers, Either…

Imma spit knowledge like a teacher, Or crack heads like eggs on Easter, So just breathe,...

HNIC

Issues, get em off ya chest like bench presses

From stressed to threats, leavin foes witout guesses

Battlin to now tradin off verses wit the best and,

wit Chess moves I address em', my assault; there's no finessin

Just seek & destroy,

Peep & deploy, i creep and avoid,

Any task wit minimal gains,

The Don & The Truth, at the pinnacle of this game..N*gga Breathe...