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