Trillmatic










80's baby,

90's raised me.




Like a killer with no contract

Mercenary villain with a bomb strap,

Chilling with the cognac,

Don't compare me to these brehs, if they song wack,

Just compare me to the breh from ong bak,

You could say I'm on crack,

but I'm far from lips chapt! woolley hat.

I'm in the hoodie that, Mark Mcnairy made.

Yes I spar with heavy weights.

If life give you lemon, make lemonade.

They gave life to my bredren just the other day.

Every day another case is caught B,

Should have worn a mask like Jason vorhees,

Now he changed his stories,

Cos he gotta swap the tower block for the cell block,

Night is dark and hell's hot.

That's why I keep my mind sharp.

You shall not violate my higher state.

Rhymes like my Khia laced,

I like Mariah chase the high notes.

Only difference is we're chased by the five-0,

While walking on a tightrope,

Head bout to pop, like the fork into the LILO.

Strap bout to clap, claret bout to splash,

Like the water's of ya wife broke.




It's like I'm walking on a tightrope




But ya'll don't hear me though.

Ya'll don't hear me though.

It's like I'm walking on a tightrope

Tightrope

Trillmatic trill, gotta keep it real.

But ya'll don't hear me though







They like P, like P where's ya video.

It's coming.

This year I'm finding out a lot of man are pussyhole's,

That's why I shut em down.

Give a fuck about a pussyholes perspective.

Cos when it turn peak,

A pussy call detective,

I knew this man, he used to jam with us in bed sits,

Now he tryna stop us eating like man is anorexic,

Well fuck him,

Cos sure as the Ammi in my chest,

Plan be in effect,

Yes I'm feeling blessed.

No more peeling Z's.

No more raps buried in the asshole.

3 Blackberries, each with a different passcode.

Can't be the man that went Jail and never passed GO.

So this is for the lost boys, doing bar curls,

chicks of them lost boys, on the dance poles,

Cos P the only thing.

That make a choice in this harsh world.

That's why you gotta be a soldier,

My quality I told ya.

Ain't comparable,

See back when you were chillin I would think of every variable.

You ain't planned for shit.

Ya Graham Taylor or Terry Venables.

Can't clean my past, shit I tried every chemical.

Now it's just bars after bars as an interval.

Tell these rappers friends, it's time to arrange a funeral.

It's time for a Range, shinny chains with plenty minerals ugh.