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Epilogue
by Trase
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Do my thang, beats I bang a few like Stu
From nowhere to Peru, with some fly pair I'm good
No one do like son do, but that isn't nothing new
Come through blissfully convinced like Pepé Le Pew
Permit me to introduce myself, how do you do
It's the T.R. coming through, flow catchy like flu
Breeze like the wind on the beach during summer
Do more than a few numbers like a drug runner
You can't see me, I batter with lumber
It's no wonder I flow nice and slice like cucumbers
To be honest, I only deliver to those who want it
I'm not no newcomer, but still got that hunger
Y'all Fisher Price MC's never be as nice as me
I think it's time for y'all to stop fronting
No need to test, fresh like day one, stay strong
Me and the mic been doing this here since way long
Play on like a flute, from the root to the tooth
These beats I crave, the kicks and snares engraved
Hear basslines in my mind, hi hat make you keep the pace
Guess when it comes to the rhythm, I'm just a
On its turnpike burn mics when I burn white
Had to learn to strike to stay away from the termites
Where MC's go left, I steadily turn right
My concerns like; learn life and earn stripes
Ignite the mic, Mellow like Man ace it's a boy
TRASE, the real McCoy, rebuild what is destroyed
I'm on fire, the one-man army like pistol
In the streets like Bristol, connect like distal
Smoke crystal, actually I should've dissed you
But that was then and then again, it's not the issue
So, tell a friend, tell a foe Tee's no longer on the low
When it comes to the flow, I'm a pro it's briefcase show
Do my thang, beats I bang a few like Stu
From nowhere to Peru, with some fly pair I'm good
No one do like son do, but that isn't nothing new
Come through blissfully convinced like Pepé Le Pew
Permit me to introduce myself, how do you do
It's the T.R. coming through, flow catchy like flu
Breeze like the wind on the beach during summer
Do more than a few numbers like a drug runner
You can't see me, I batter with lumber
It's no wonder I flow nice and slice like cucumbers
To be honest, I only deliver to those who want it
I'm not no newcomer, but still got that hunger
Y'all Fisher Price MC's never be as nice as me
I think it's time for y'all to stop fronting
No need to test, fresh like day one, stay strong
Me and the mic been doing this here since way long
Play on like a flute, from the root to the tooth
These beats I crave, the kicks and snares engraved
Hear basslines in my mind, hi hat make you keep the pace
Guess when it comes to the rhythm, I'm just a
On its turnpike burn mics when I burn white
Had to learn to strike to stay away from the termites
Where MC's go left, I steadily turn right
My concerns like; learn life and earn stripes
Ignite the mic, Mellow like Man ace it's a boy
TRASE, the real McCoy, rebuild what is destroyed
I'm on fire, the one-man army like pistol
In the streets like Bristol, connect like distal
Smoke crystal, actually I should've dissed you
But that was then and then again, it's not the issue
So, tell a friend, tell a foe Tee's no longer on the low
When it comes to the flow, I'm a pro it's briefcase show
