Triclops (feat. T Lucas, Lord Betta & Mic Lungz)
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I told y'all niggas like twice before I'm icy cold, I'm something like a icicle My psyche flows like water, I'm slightly out of order I oughta pick up my phone, cuz it might be doe Got a call from this chick live on Brightseat Road She want to chill, steady asking "Do you like me?" NO I gives a f*ck bout a wifey, I pipe these hoes Sit back roll up a sack and light the dro Got the game tightly sewn from dimes to quarters When I pull out my phone, you would think it's a tricorder I don't play with you ballers or injured reserve Come off the bench blocking my shot, y'all get on my nerves I swerve over any beat you can serve like drunk drivers Smash the passengers up and leave no survivors I came back in this game to make y'all retire Now put your hands over the stove, this is fire I'm tired of telling you nerdy kids I'm very pissed This will break your iPhone if it only holds 30 gigs Please be courteous when you download The Travesty Or I'll turn to Michael Jackson holding babies off balconies Look at my jewelry change like I'm studying alchemy Niggas must be off the X if they think they can Malcolm me In the middle of your girl, she bring it back like a boomerang Sucking her, fucking her, bust in her just like a shooting range Gotta be the sickest on the mic without syphilis Got niggas spitting mucus when they mention it Your chick is insignificant if mines come to visit She walk through exquisite tall and thick like a midget Facts, spit fire like Dracarus Bend a knee, bitch or get burnt like the others I ain't got no love for you niggas, we ain't brothers So don't be looking for no dap if wisdom ain't your mother Cuz I don't do handouts Keep my cock out for silly hoes running they mouth I'm just looking out, give them something to talk about Cuz if it ain't my dick, then what you talkin about, preach I get my point across with no speech I stay in touch with outreach Through angles, distance and proper technique Your heels can't handle the walk of defeat I'm dangerous as premeditated I calculated reformulated than infiltrated It's crime-related, I murdered the scene, I left forensics That gutter shit that be traveling down a verse appendix I'm defecating my Revelations to populations My compilations vocabulary abominations There's no relation my demonstration's imperial I'm Son of Samming you niggas, my thoughts are serial I'm coexisting with ammunition, you're forced to listen I'm so persistent, I'm flowing, I make my own tradition The culmination, my simulation is documented The fulmination with bodies lying, they're all fermemnted I keep on bringing it, never stopping, I'm banging out No mumble rap but I'm traveling down to other route I keep attacking 'em backing 'em, it's miraculous On the atlas I'm thrashing, there ain't no matching this
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Written by: Michael Prandy, Travis Lucas, Wilson Byrd
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