D-SISIVE

D-SISIVE - Trials & Tribulations lyrics

rate me

(feat. Instinct)

Crib notes fell out of your pocket, speedwalking from lost battles

Your soul fled the spot, but physical caught in shackles

Poison in your apple, turn your princess to my mistress

Verbal fitness landing where my fist is

Your only witness was blinded with alert

With the verse I make the world orbit in reverse

You run fast when your eyes catch me taking off my pen cap

Drill a hole in your middle and place your skin on a coat rack

Release spit fire, unleash causes decease

Cut out your own Adam's Apple and feed it to Eve

As MC, Im reaching higher than THC

Blood levels in devils and crack fiends on drug scenes

Chattering knees slowly collapse as you rest

You freezing at 90 degrees, but see me in sweat

Your skills are in debt by my presence you start stuttering

Use your last breath and say Instingt while muttering

[Hook x2]

I try, but I fail, and times will prevail

all my problems through the Trials and Tribulations

Situations tell the tail, but I'm tipping the scale,

bidding farewell to all the Trials and Tribulations

My manifestation be the cause of cancellation, underachievers be facing

The penetration, while the impatient begins their pacing

On a daily basis, "Style", I'm hearing basics, "While"

You keep rehearsing your versatile sound,

I'm stomping through the underground

At profound speeds,

leaving the quaterbacks receiving sacks when the present MC lacks

The opportunity to lock shit down like Steve Sax,

your third eye gets cataracts when my forth eye attacks

"Your counteracts" Cause you're bound to be wack,

and I'm talently stacked

Imitations be changing when I challenge three packs

"The wannabee macks"

Split chromosones while my ribosomes

Attack immune systems with tighter grips to hold their own

Radiation's be blazing, damaging ozones

And I'm not just saying I'm the illest, I'll carve it in stone

To prolong my stay at home, then my dome

Leaves my follicles thrown,

when my knowledge is grown from parts unknown, the...

Spectators be impressed, therfore my celly gets stressed

With reputations like Elliot Ness,

relieved by bunning the non-delicate cess,

travelling throughout my chest

Unravelling talent within

Distracting my vision

Taking control of my system, not double digits,

I kicked 187 words of wisdom

So check the message I'm listing

Styles are persistent,

lines keep a crowd vibrating during the intermission

While the other acts are switching

My coalition will cold crush ya', microphone touchers

Kicking straight lyrics while you're bisexual like Usher

Then we'll rush ya', eliminating wackness from the T dot

And my rhymes are so sick my mic needs a Hepatitis B shot...cause

[Hook x2]

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