It's a process of elimination I'd like to peel eyelids back to see You torment my own intentions Credibility is you strip from me
Livin' on the dark yellin' at the moon shades gray you in the temple of the boom We drop bombs with some wood shit Fuck bounce to this, we gonna throw to this
Players and hustlers out like 99', now its Two triple you still smokin' kind Play that funky music boy, fuck that How 'bout raise up to this level, the beat
No regurgitated slop, ain't rock and hip hop This is day one roots out the shoots Trik Turner recruits soon to form an With one main objective, to silence and
and plastic to drastic for those who hold The mic spastic, convulsions divulge Your weakness, the reason that I this Because I'm of MC's, ABC's, one two three's K I D Z's, and all you be's better check your stylee's
I've over, I've crossed all around it I've the new sound same old machines Same old dreams, same old Chuck T's and SP's, eight O eight's sale crates lifted Ya'll stay splifted, I gifted, hundred percent proof after sifted
It's a process of elimination I'd like to your eyelids back to see You torment my own intentions Credibility is what you from me
Someday I come up I want you to feel I had to feel on the other side Someday when I up I want you to feel What I had to feel on the other
Everything that exists in perfect world is a web that you weave Making of anything or anyone you never make sense 'Cause you speak in he who thinks he knows all someday fall and someday will eat the words they say Expectations are set so if you must degrade me I wonder why?
Is it me or is it I did Is it your simply just jealous of us You know seen many different styles come and go And you know you cannot get the way Trik Turner rocks
The show you see what comes around goes around goes What comes around goes around down Yes you know what comes around goes around down What comes around goes goes down
No matter what the consequence is Change as fast as the four winds when comes to shove be the one who gets it done 'Cause I forget man where I come from
It's a process of elimination I'd to peel your eyelids back to see You torment my own intentions is what you strip from me
Someday when I up I want you to feel I had to feel on the other side Someday when I up I want you to feel What I had to on the other side Someday when I up I want you to feel What I had to feel on the side