Tekst piosenki
[Verse 1: Lyrikile Trife]
Analytically I’m critically conditioned than a urgency emergency room surgery preformed detergically nerves are re vital battling me you must be suicidal rap disciple busting off rhymes like a rifle that’ll snipe you down from the roof top get shot like 2Pac I’m still living proof hops I don’t give a fuck if I gotta shoot cops out of employment I’m the type of mother fucker who’ll kidnap your girl and kill your boyfriend how you claiming official mother fucker the insane criminal that’ll blow out your brain mineral on the mic I’m raining subliminal I’m all that with raw dap niggas can’t tell me shit my games original fake mc I put that ass in critical condition man listen I’m blowing up spots like demolition I produce like jizm fuck rhymes I write prescriptions bound to hit you with ammunition to leave your vision blurry get up in ya like Keith Murray bugged the fuck out like Mr Furley I’m two faced high off the lie I hallucinate my pen illuminates choke you with your broken shoe lace smash your fucking teeth so you can save a buck off tooth paste I proves you fake and shitty grimy and gritty trife life Garden City whenever provoked i react like Bill Bixby like Onyx my trigger fingers sticky dead you like a mystery for Scooby Doo and put you in a social study book because your history
[Hook]
„Lyrikile Trife’s”
„Filthy from the ground on up”
„Lyrikile Trife’s dangerous”
„Filthy from the ground on up”
[Verse 2: Lyrikile Trife]
I’m the type to talk shit sick ill and distorted ordered by the court to be aborted snorted lines right before these vocals were recorded morbid talking shit my whole click’ll beat your fucking ass and cam cord it think you can hang suffering temporary insanity slicing and dicing kids with rated r profanity I’m a monster like I’m part of the Addams Family walk around vexed bring pain to people randomly Yo niggas know the style l forever the wild child wild style 2015 down now they say I’m foul now straight from the underground where I dwell niggas is trapped in hell oppose and catch a bullet in your back like Philip Pannell analyze rhymes fantasize design well ya’ll rappers talk murder and crime but ya’ll are scared of jail you bitches catch a hysterectomy disrespecting me you Fronting son chill the fuck out like Extra P but your ass forgot so in case you don’t remember me I’ll run your brain around the block to jog your fucking memory and I’m intelligent compare to camera’s I flash and shoot what I see steady developing I’ll put the metal in your chin like Kanye’s skeleton
Lyrically flip like acrobatics I kick shit like coke that is classic my semi automatic sends havoc like Mobb Deep cause static like science I’m violent leaving em’ hot and bothered turned on like an appliance and I am 905’s finest you rewind this mad criminals is behind this
[Hook]
„Lyrikile Trife’s”
„Filthy from the ground on up”
„Lyrikile Trife’s dangerous”
„Filthy from the ground on up”
„Lyrikile Trife’s”
„Filthy from the ground on up”
„Lyrikile Trife’s dangerous”
„Filthy from the ground on up”
[Verse 3: Lyrikile Trife]
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