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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #9,014
Peak in subgenre #5,558
Author
PG
Rights
2004
Uploaded
March 22, 2004
Track Files
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MP3 2.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Sick n slow Trilogy joint... It's a good track to bump in your ride at 2AM
Wildout - Vocals/Lyrics
PG - Beat
Lyrics
If i ever come on some wack shit..
then i'll stop
Take it back to the classics and that's it the darkness i spit is jurassic
Got a passion that nearly gets my ass kicked again and again
This paper and pen be the notes from the underground for the new millennium
Cats say im elevated now, but i stay subconscious
Delving deeper then my dick in pussy but similar effects, got these bitches passin out feeling nauseous
Gotta flow like blood to get with me, anything less would be obnoxious, got trilla here wit me
I roll till i fall on empty, my role be savior like the god sent me
But I stay forsaken, type of shit have me leaving cats leaking on cold cement
Telling my girl i never meant to murder men
But the best laid plans of mice and men fall victim to folding hands
And get tumbled like laundry, but I'm drier than that, chew on beef once its spiced and heated, got a craving for that
Your assassination is waiting to be triggered
Your death is patiently figured out in the mechanism
Its spasmatic the knifes got you wheezin, through holes in your chest
Got you asthmatic as i dig in your chest and yes
All i wanted was a lil more heart
But you had to test that id force you to play your part
The police got the murder scene closed to the media
Cause i made murder art
And it's infectious memories plague the dark
Im autocratic holding threads of life where death is automatic to any democratic addict who thinks he can take a piece of the static
I wrap words around your head
And lay you in a tomb,
Have you buried alive, my flows is the sands of time,
I cover lost cities with my lines, that hang underneath your eyes
And your vision blurs as three corners rise
Light form the line between P, Blak, and I
Its explosion black your eye
With erosion from the foundation of your posing, the poison potion forming a bond to your blood
I plague bitch rappers infect your ear drums, break windows and wind pipes with the same human claws
What did you expect?
You let WILD out his cage after all you saw?!?!?
Words jump off the page online, inside the outside
Interiors affecting the exteriors of your inferior minds
The lightning from the inside of the storm, leave the air outside your speakers torn
Thus is the confession of a king scorned, okp's forlorn resident evil prolong your misery
Every track is within me but steps back as part of our history
When i MC i aint concerned with metaphorical misery
True pain numbs all feeling, so i aint expect yall to be feeling me
While i spit historical testimony, i dont expect yall to understand the commentary
I rhyme for the past, i live for the future
Yall cats is in the dark, cause my shadow hangs forward not behind
Lyrically i impose the necessity of a rewind
So study the crime scene, analyze what i mean..
But yall cant fuck with me and my Trilla Army.
