Trik Turner - Triks Of The Trade lyrics

rate me

Everything that exists in your perfect world

Is a web that you weave

Making victims of anything or anyone

You never make sense cause you speak in tongues

He who thinks he knows all will someday fall

And someday will eat the words they say

Expectations are set so high if you must

Degrade me then I wonder why? Is it me or is

It something I did or is it because your simply

just jealous of us you know you've seen many

different styles come and go and you know

you cannot get with the way Trik Turner rocks

the show you see what comes around goes around

goes down what comes around goes around goes down

yes you know what comes around goes around goes

down what comes around goes around goes down no

matter what the consequence is trends change as

fast as the four winds when push comes to shove

I'll be the one who gets it done cause I never

Forget man where I come from

It's just a process of elimination I'd like to peel your eyelids

Back to see, you always torment my own intentions

Credibility is what you strip from me

Someday when I come up I want you to feel

What I had to feel on the other side

Livin' on the dark side yellin' at the moon

Seven shades grey your in the temple of the boom

We drop bombs with some peckerwood shit

Fuck bounce to this, we gonna throw fists to this

Players and hustlers went out like 99', now its

Two triple zero you still smokin' kind

Play that funky music white boy, fuck that

How bout raise up to this level, the beat devil

No regurgitated slop, this ain't rock & hip hop

This is day one roots straight out the shoots

Trik Turner recruits soon to form an army

With one main objective, to silence & eliminate

Fake & plastic too drastic for those who hold

The mic like spastic, convulsions divulge

Your weakness, the reason that I speak this

Because I'm tired of MC's, ABC's, one-two-threes,

K.I.D.Z's, and all you wanna be's better check

Your stylees, I've crossed over, I've crossed all

Around it, I've found the new sound same old

Machines, same old dreams, same old fiends

Chuck T's and SP's, 808's garage sale crates

Lifted, ya'll stay splifted, I remain gifted

100% proof after sifted