Hook 1 – Tru Trilla We star child’s children of the sun Without the wicked involved What would we become We won’t finish ‘til our job is done All in together now Together as one We star child’s children of the sun Without the wicked involved What would we become We won’t finish ‘til our job is done All in together now Together as one Verse 1 – Tru Trilla We roll up the piff Bathe in the solar eclipse Download the information Apply it to diet and dip Make moves to add to the solar nation flaring outta’ the sun Let it begin our ancestors waiting to hear their names again The crooked try to hide it through the games of men But the sun light came blazing in Raise awaken them punish those who taking them from their true self Shut down your corporation Without holding a gun I’m just holding my sons Aiming in my light reflection right direction ‘Til the mission is done When you talk about greats you can be mentioning one Hook 2 – Tru Trilla We star child’s children of the sun Without the wicked involved What would we become We won’t finish ‘til our job is done All in together now Together as one We star child’s children of the sun Without the wicked involved What would we become We won’t finish ‘til our job is done All in together now Together as one Verse 2 - Reks AmunRaPtah baby pa eye of Heru and Hetheru R, Eternal King Star Child of Asar Child of Aset Sirius respect Interstellar fella’ I dwell a bit Beyond Reks Outerbody God highly awoke Won't fall victim to the okie doke nope Bars Asap dope Lie on my back and interact With the sky people radius of pi equal hopes what l piecemeal divide reach you Divine steeple sometimes see you If all's one am I seeing needles eye or the eyes needle Hello ancients Ancestors I need you The mind feeble Gotta’ let the wise teach you Twice weekly gotta’ fast to at last see me Through Nehast reaching levels of a Rafiki Dove into the cosmos like Mos to think deeply Peace, Hotep, easy Hook 3 – Tru Trilla We star child’s children of the sun Without the wicked involved What would we become We won’t finish ‘til our job is done All in together now Together as one We star child’s children of the sun Without the wicked involved What would we become We won’t finish ‘til our job is done All in together now Together as one Verse 3 - Lakim Shabazz We be the children of the sun Y'all buildin' with the one I magnetized the uncivilized And I could ‘til a ton You know of me then hush The poetry is crush Orally I rush to the feeling of the drum We walk around like we can't pull our pants up They either got us face down or with our hands up You wonder why I know the answer They jealous we can stand outside in the sun without gettin' cancer And I control the glare Light from a solar flare Used in Antarctica penguins and polar bears Killin' it for fun The realist they ever come The children of the sun now I spill it on your tongue Hook 4 – Tru Trilla We star child’s children of the sun Without the wicked involved What would we become We won’t finish 'til our job is done All in together now Together as one We star child’s children of the sun Without the wicked involved What would we become We won’t finish 'til our job is done All in together now Together as one

Verse 1 - Tru Trilla Hold up pa pa You moving too quick Don’t slip in that ka ka Guns like sci-fi Knock out your wifi Flatten your tyres flip your ba ha Everybody laughing like Ah ha I take two pull off the za za Smoking it all up like drive by Principal and codes are I abide by Y’all too late for the plate we like bye bye My loved ones and my family I die by Beat your ass twice third time I’m like why try We got guns long as Jay our bullets the size of ty ty Oh five la familia shoot up your top five drop rhymes and kill ya' Y’all chicken like poppies bad food bad move y’all not live Leave you lopsided on the black top top side We the real going against us is not wise Hit you right by the stop sign Hook 1 – Tru Trilla End the day Real fast real quick End the day Shut it down that’s it End the day Yeah wired your mouth End the day Knocked out laid out End the day Real fast real quick End the day Shut it down that’s it End the day Yeah wired your mouth End the day Knocked out laid out Verse 2 - Ruste Juxx BK with the ruggedness Empty out the SK when you nugget gliss Shining like you need your head chopped off Put some coke on the trail throw the cops off Many men wish death on Rus So I broke the safety off and keep the scatter on buss You get touched, like little kids around Woody Allen Performing at The Roots when I'm live on Jimmy Fallon This is automatic fire, returned at opposition Face shot him when he ran out of his ammunition I'm hotter than Canola oil on the fire Big Vic, I been lit like Richard Pryor Burnin' desire that put you in the box Beat you bloody with my fist, then I hit you with the axe I merk rappers with my hands on the mic man Like a fuckin’ mad truck when I strike, bam! Hook 2 - Tru Trilla End the day Real fast real quick End the day Shut it down that’s it End the day Yeah wired your mouth End the day Knocked out laid out End the day Real fast real quick End the day Shut it down that’s it End the day Yeah wired your mouth End the day Knocked out laid out Verse 3 - Julius Luciano of Shoe Hang Yeah! Shoe Gang is crazy I gotta’ warn ya’ Whether you want the bars or the beef, I got it for ya’ Watch how you move, every corner them cameras on ya’ I’m from Long Beach Cali fuckin’ hammer packin fornia I’m on edge like the styling gel that your bitch use Blicky got the magazine but they’ll get the issues I bell with the pistols, send a shell through your tissues I’m a ticking time bomb, you can tell by my lit fuse I been a rebel like Bobby Shmurda’s homie Skating to my goals, you can’t block me like a goalie Movin’ through the lanes with the roof missin’ in a drop top I call Ginóbili, I’m the opposite of phony I come from a place where hella’ crime after dark So I don’t give a fuck about tryna’ climb up the charts I got the shit that feeds your brain like I’m John Henrik Clarke I don’t rhyme for the shine I just rhyme from the heart, right! Hook 3 - Tru Trilla End the day Real fast real quick End the day Shut it down that’s it End the day Yeah wired your mouth End the day Knocked out laid out End the day Real fast real quick End the day Shut it down that’s it End the day Yeah wired your mouth End the day Knocked out laid out

Hook 1 We came from the gutter All we had was each other Things looking up now We cleaned up the clutter Everything in order, in order just to hover Over the bullshit, look out for one another We came from the gutter All we had was each other Things looking up now We cleaned up the clutter Everything in order, in order just to hover Over the bullshit, look out for one another Verse 1 I’m on a grind, even though it got rougher Lost a lot of loved ones, you know it made it tougher All the hate, plus the snakes I had enough of You either choose to make moves or just suffer Those who throw shade lame made just suckers Find yourself on the wrong side of the blade, it’ll cut ya’ Knocked out in a daze, broad day in public Movin’ sideways, not our way we never trust it If it cost morals or integrity, we don’t touch it Talkin’ bout the outside, yeah they be duckin’ Tell ‘em, yellin’ on their own like it’s nothin’ We’re ego free over here man, you gotta’ love it Hook 2 We came from the gutter All we had was each other Things looking up now We cleaned up the clutter Everything in order, in order just to hover Over the bullshit, look out for one another We came from the gutter All we had was each other Things looking up now We cleaned up the clutter Everything in order, in order just to hover Over the bullshit, look out for one another Verse 2 Yeah I been through it You been knew it I’m still goin’ I’m not perfect but it’s worth it I’m still growing I learned a lot, what I got thankful for knowing Trust myself more, man it proves in what I’m showing You know opinions leave and go like the wind blowing Forever whatever fair, yeah my weather’s clear Over shine with loyalty, the hate was never there I feel better my higher self overcame my fears While the rest die hating, snaking on their peers, Moving weird for compliments, likes and shares They say they love you, in real life they never care We move accordingly, they too watery to compare Hook 3 We came from the gutter All we had was each other Things looking up now We cleaned up the clutter Everything in order, in order just to hover Over the bullshit, look out for one another We came from the gutter All we had was each other Things looking up now We cleaned up the clutter Everything in order, in order just to hover Over the bullshit, look out for one another

Verse 1 – Tru Trilla In this hip hop profession Y’all barz in a recession No clues you lose, y’all just guessing Too much impressing ‘Til you trip bust your lip Learn a lesson Mic check one two testing Flow cave your chest in Respectfully get knocked out all you see is celebrities I spit heavenly While you rhyme on all fours to get yours lose your integrity Oh you savage I civilized the average That’s my specialty bastard Go ahead write that check I bet you can’t cash it Slithering talkers Belly crawlers Your action will cost ya’ more than you could offer Y’all undercover officers Get your plain clothes dirty Trying to blend in y’all too nerdy and girly to get in Open mouth let’s see if the Forty fit in burst You could hate but the envy is worst Especially when it’s your loved ones it lower their worth Hook 1 - Tru Trilla The flow beat ‘em up respectfully Unapologetically you not my pedigree It is what it is so just let it be Or die with your eyes open forever sleep The flow beat ‘em up respectfully Unapologetically you not my pedigree It is what it is so just let it be Or die with your eyes open forever sleep Verse 2 – Justo the MC Bye bye, guy, it's J-Fly You the muh' fuckin’ man of the NY You knew that All the bullshit that's stopping you Been through that, So man up Dudes was puzzled the way I ran up With no pieces I'm from the bottom where no peace is Put that on the line like starched creases Who dive deepest, I peep from the sea floor Fucka’ got doubts but like Al better be sure I reap more cause my heat raw, over your grill That's a job well done, like I beat your score I'm more sure than I ever been No longer a pup, I'm a veteran Them heavy hitters let me in I laid low and respectfully whipped ass Ball in my court Imma' school 'em like gym class Creating casualties, casually steal life Freeze your whole frame like still life You da man Hook 2 - Tru Trilla The flow beat ‘em up respectfully Unapologetically you not my pedigree It is what it is so just let it be Or die with your eyes open forever sleep The flow beat ‘em up respectfully Unapologetically you not my pedigree It is what it is so just let it be Or die with your eyes open forever sleep Verse 3 - NapsNdreds Longest nightmare of your life You never wake from Stay calm, don't fight me the inevitable napalm Hey kids, scared money don't make no money And it's blatant, money was scared and he ain't gonna’ make it He'll be alright, put some mud on the wound And some peroxide for the blood on his shoes A thug and a goon Was never called a bug a boo Some of these rappers names be up Chuck Kamaloo Probably gettin’ butt fucked for some oohs and ahhs Who's them guys, you know you gotta’ choose a side Don't lose an eye, stay focused and rhyme There's more important things to apply if you sit and learn Big nerds, talkin’ bout you get it out the mud Musky, ringworm or some crud The flow beat 'em up like Gervonta Davis Now who deh pon yuh playlist just say this, respectfully Hook 3 - Tru Trilla The flow beat ‘em up respectfully Unapologetically you not my pedigree It is what it is so just let it be Or die with your eyes open forever sleep The flow beat ‘em up respectfully Unapologetically you not my pedigree It is what it is so just let it be Or die with your eyes open forever sleep

Verse 1 – Tru Trilla Mic holders late night dice holders Outta’ this world flowers Planet travellers get to know us Galactic inner knowledge show us the hidden fragments Put it together like magnets Liquids, solids, gasses inside me Mind blood and body, protons, neutrons, electrons All varieties come together like your best rhymes Universal pipe bomb Go over your head you get it in your next life time Trying to recite mines with the wrong intentions You’re not in your right mind No comprehension what I mentioned Enter dimensions at unseen distance billions of galaxies listen The sound make the wicked take cover Vibrations of divine love we the children of the great mother Your foes taught you to hate each other You better get up you are the one who never let up for what Verse 2 - Trilly Trills The only one that can get it all Know you gon' hold it down if a brother fall Hittas better back up Got it packed up They playing catch up Never stacked up Been rocking for years without the fetti Now we at the table vibing to the Bocelli Melting down cheese and egg in the spaghetti Too heavy, too steady They never ready Tree and the papers About to pour the cake up Two tall glasses one for each plate of The hand rolled pasta Shorty go harder than a lot of you dudes you be imposters Got it all ain't gotta’ make a wish Jordan Ones in the yoga pants with the swish Really feeling like a had to hit a lick now I'm walking up the street whistling whistling

Tru Trilla – Verse 1 No joking around, soakin’ my rounds with vinegar Paper pulsing like blood on my heart, floatin’ to finish ya’ Always the come up, the gun up in front of you Not one of you move, playin’ around with the paper More than your life you lose , without the clues to save him Effed up his beehive, the way the shot fade him You can tell by the smell the government paid him To cause confusion, along with illusions No white sheets to cover the bruises Broad day half a head oozing Eff you conceited ass high price Cheap ass niggas, you’re outdone, out-gunned Doin’ the same shit on the same slave ship Lookin’ for a different outcome How come you swollen with insanity My ego free y’all manually And stack annually Double park niggas, better turn on your hazards. Get your head knocked off, with your door wide open you faggots Verse 2 - Flash & V Knuckles of N.B.S. Flash Wallahi Six continents where the gods eat U-N-I A we learnt lessons from Marcus Garvey Still blessing when sparking broccoli Misballah I shoot the missile and hit your car Imam give the word Soldiers will lick you off Been a boss since birth Conquered earth Any block or turf I brought my worth And popped off work CMB the facility My squad is likes of Any gangsta’ who’s after me Known to shoot it with accuracy V Knuckles You hatin’ niggas smokin’ rock can get smacked for free But I ain’t Will Smith this steel grip will leave you cats deceased I run laps around ya’ raps wit’ a half a speech ‘Cause just eight bars they say the God came wit’ a master piece What you need half a P or a half a Key I been the plug out at Coachella selling ‘em packs a E! That was me, still cakin’ wit’ the gasoline, N.B.S. that’s the team Beantown, pass the Green Verse 3 - Recognize Ali Yeah, a skilled assassin You see I kill these rappers with some passion Every record I'm on I turn into a classic So what's crackin’, this all iron body no plastic Father figure, nah fuck it, I am father to you bastards When disaster strikes niggas burn the facts of life I buss a rhyme it's joy every time I grab the mic Been passed the hype, who gave these rappers braggin' rights I fled the dark now tread in the path of light Extraordinary, line for line I'm number one I ain't the type to shoot a nigga, and after dump the gun Rec is known to dump for fun Give you suckers what you want Gorilla bang on my chest before I crush a bum No joking around Y'all know how I'm holding it down Big ass grin on my face, when I'm choking a clown Rose from the ground All my shooters toting the pound Got the respect that I deserve Now watch me go for the crown, Rec

Verse 1 I know you remember that Sergio Tacchini sweat suit splashing On the Blueberry tangerine Bo Jackson smashing Gaboo flow watch out I'm bout to Clark ‘em out You know so Playing spades before the deal Yelling out we going wheels Corrado with the BB’s Milano with the auto forms Piped out head rests CRX’ s Jeeps wit’ da big box of speakers in the back Playing Public Enemy, Orange and white Civic with the five stars on its feet Looking like a Sunday melting while it's rolling down the street Playing “Sex me up” Color me Badd for a week Eldorado with the half a skull missing Neighbourhood raise the child Grandma hands touch your face made you smile But don't act grown or act fresh Them same hands beat your ass for acting wild Verse 2 Good old days hand me downs and put aways Bee hive Caesers or low fades Flat top Gumbies or corn roll and box braids The females, they kept it puff or laid long or short braids Pig tails big barrettes curly kits, mushroom Nice color beads made their hair stretch With the long short bangs Gold bangle big ear rings You know them dudes kept the BVD tank tops Pro Keds tooth picks in the mouths of old heads Yelling the bank stop, lil’ warriors doing reps While the girls on side walk jump a rope rope doing steps We playing tops in the lot by the building on left Shooting tennis balls in the gates playing basketball but our rims was crates The old ladies screaming crazy at the cops don’t mess with them babies you better not

Hook 1 – Tru Trilla We up Bright and early like day shift They stuck In the matrix their style basic Face it we out of this world The rhyme sacred Y’all rap like y’all eat paint chips Y’all ain’t shit Verse 1 – Tru Trilla Low Scully Flow hip hop Bubble goose rap Bring the truth back My rhymes seal up the loose cracks All you dummies got new clothes on But your flow still bummy Couple dollars in your sock Missed your shot it’s no money Your style broke, your raps need a Go Fund Me It’s a Donnie Hit him by the toll both like Sonny Blade wipe your face, made your nose runny Push you off the ledge Made him jump with no bungee Now your head a lil’ lumpy Cut the grass on them snakes Roll by there they go mash on the breaks on them fakes Don’t let them get too comfy The Forty chunky left ‘em slumpy Damn empty the clip my nerves jumpy You rap junkies Need a fixed y’all cold turkey with the bars That means you’ll never make a hit bitch Hook 2 - Tru Trilla We up Bright and early like day shift They stuck In the matrix their style basic Face it we out of this world The rhyme sacred Y’all rap like y’all eat paint chips Y’all ain’t shit Verse 2 – Yah Ra Boy we up and it's stuck I don't give a what Pumpin’ up the Porsche truck with big bucks Winning out for dum luck Your click sucks niggas hella’ Booty shoot you in your butt Now you runnin’ up the block Fix the crown up like King Tut Emcees freeze up, seems stuck, tellin' me to ease up I'm like seven hundred horses on three trucks Keep up to the god demolishin’ the microphone Sub atomic spittas hang it like a dial tone click Sunken place rappers like quicksand, big bands I’m dancin’ on the moon with my big bands Nigeria to Finland Try to knock me down but I still stand Busting at the kids so I zig zag Low vibrations never gonna’ get me You ain't gotta’ hate ‘cos there's plenty From ten speed to ten keys it's the ten jet skis In my lane part the game like the Red Sea Hook 3 - Tru Trilla We up Bright and early like day shift They stuck In the matrix their style basic Face it we out of this world The rhyme sacred Y’all rap like y’all eat paint chips Y’all ain’t shit Verse 3 – Tru Trilla Lyrical beat down’s a must One bar powerful than every word you cuss In other words you’re dust Your ashes we light it up Y’all ain’t as nice as us Every time we ate left leftovers on plate Y’all bite it up Can’t get high as us Even if you’ve smoked a pint of dust You still be normal with your crooked corn rolls Say high to the pronged long nose Hit you in your condo Bring the terror to your era You made a mistake Blood on your face Geraldo Rivera Flow clever as ever Yours never Don’t ever mention me y’all rap elementary Your style homeless bar beggers Get pop early morning shots Yelling like caps on all letters Meet the pall bearer in all endeavours Sit them in an electric chair now pull the lever Y’all faking with all that shine patent leather Hook 4 - Tru Trilla We up Bright and early like day shift They stuck In the matrix their style basic Face it we out of this world The rhyme sacred Y’all rap like y’all eat paint chips Y’all ain’t shit

Hook 1 We campaigned Break wack rappers’ necks Your career has had its last breath That style is corny That flow is a mess One in the head two in the chest Verse 1 The bars blow torch flames, your brains scorch ya’ Hip hop serial killer, lyrical torture Assassinate your rhymes, one at time and taunt ya’ Can’t go to sleep at night, the style will haunt ya’ Having you screaming for help man, yeah I warned ya For four minutes hold his head under water Oh shit, he pissed himself, he a goner The flow move in stealth, I revealed what I wanna’ Meanwhile y’all move foul, hip hop informants Bars got no life with that dead ass performance Act all surprised when we catch them out touring We up now, as soon we touch down we scoring We get it lit they catch a fit y’all boring One hit you can’t dip, now you’re snoring Out of your face excessive blood pouring You know them three bullets holes too big to be ignoring Hook 2 – Tru Trilla We campaigned Break wack rappers’ necks Your career has had its last breath That style corny That flow is a mess One in the head two in the chest We campaigned Break wack rappers’ necks Your career has had its last breath That style corny That flow is a mess One in the head two in the chest Verse 2 That’s not a wave that’s a rip tide You corn balls get zip tied I could’ve took your lid off, but you alive I just burned your beard off, your dead skin bringing flies Attracted to the filth in your rhymes Trying the feed the people and kill ‘em at the same time With the same lines flowing jittery scary rappers Clumsy delivery They waste time trying chase mines get no energy Yeah the opposite of winners, slow beginners Y’all rap like y’all wear glitter See through gowns with pink slippers A tall glass of piss sippers ball grippers Fronting wanting to be in all pictures ‘Tll the beef come play dumb now they dipping Whistling and skipping trying to turn up till turn up missing Body underground still twitching Last post can’t go live you missing in you in your mentions bones get to stiffen Hook 3 We campaigned Break wack rappers’ necks Your career has had its last breath That style corny That flow is a mess One in the head two in the chest We campaigned Break wack rappers’ necks Your career has had its last breath That style corny That flow is a mess One in the head two in the chest

Verse 1 – Tru Trilla They on demon time it’s all a facade When they ‘bout to die the first name they calling is God Look in their eyes, the ignorance it’s all in their pride You can’t play both pick a side, or be victimized Bamboozle and hypnotize Government won’t never sympathize No empathy to provide When you kill you die too So how many bodies you got besides you Go ahead think it through Either you’re righteous or devilish Clean it up or you dwell in it The life you apply would be your memory Just don’t be a puppet for your enemies Use your good energy To the highest number times that Where my warriors ready for combat I send a signal in the sky that imply where the gods at Too many turn overs turn on us we got the ball back It’s not a problem, about to solve that Hook 1 – Tru Trilla Hold up, turn that down Pause that All this faking and fronting We don’t applaud that Yeah they sneaking and snaking They better fall back Everybody on demon time But where the gods at Hold up, turn that down Pause that All this faking and fronting We don’t applaud that Yeah they sneaking and snaking They better fall back Everybody on demon time But where the gods at Verse 2 - Guilty Simpson Superb slang I zoned out to a track and the words came How I'm livin' is a given like a birth name I cashed out in rap and left the earth change It was worth paying It was worth it all I did good for the fam before my curtain call That's all I ever really wanted was to earn it all For some, they deserve to fall For others they weren't concerned at all They had evil ways Still they put 'em in position that the people praised And came up short, when they had to lead the way Never thought I'd see the day That the front runners meet their fate But it's here though, while they look in the sky Praying for a miracle stuck in hell on earth Wallowin’ and pitiful The most high's giving visuals Of what it is in the physical Hook 2 – Tru Trilla Hold up, turn that down Pause that All this faking and fronting We don’t applaud that Yeah they sneaking and snaking They better fall back Everybody on demon time But where the gods at Hold up, turn that down Pause that All this faking and fronting We don’t applaud that Yeah they sneaking and snaking They better fall back Everybody on demon time But where the gods at Verse 3 - Skyzoo Where the Gods at ? Point to where we all at It’s drenched in every part of our name, you can’t forge that I can tell you ‘bout all the scars and what we brought back Only thing that I couldn’t tell you is what it costs black See I turned down deals to turn up honor You lucky enough to turn up a partner ? Call it a blessing Knowing I could turn to a martyr but didn’t stress it My aura turned into my armor, it’s like I’m vested The game got us connected But know I only put what really happened on a record So if me recollecting is part of the unexpected It says a lot about all the product that you be repping Catch me by the exit Counting everyone neglected, watching the parade die It’s champagne and confetti until the game‘s tied Then watch how all of that get called back right The real will always be the fought back type, word to God, right Hook 3 – Tru Trilla Hold up, turn that down Pause that All this faking and fronting We don’t applaud that Yeah they sneaking and snaking They better fall back Everybody on demon time But where the gods at Hold up, turn that down Pause that All this faking and fronting We don’t applaud that Yeah they sneaking and snaking They better fall back Everybody on demon time But where the gods at

Hook 1 - Tru Trilla We double up on the stack Bubble up put some up then double back All my hustlers where you at We get in put it in like that If we lose it we get it right back Verse 1 – Tru Trilla Grind mode stuck on go We live this Everything business yeah not just show They try to imitate but it’s not this flow You ain’t nice Harlem nights get shot in the toe Spared your life you could limp and hop to your bro You need gratification from others you phonies is slow I’m early up with it, yeah just an hour ago A few seconds talking how you admire the flow Stop playing y’all laying in your own piss and it shows We used to changed shifts for the Doe Broke day all nighters passing out that Joe Piscopo The wrist could go up Then fifth a blow Hook 2 - Tru Trilla We double up on the stack Bubble up put some up then double back All my hustlers where you at We get in put it in like that If we lose it we get it right back Verse 2 - Trilly Trills Whoa, Jesus Cristo Niggas talk a lot of shit when they piss poor In ya’ crib like we came from the fifth floor Lit it up inferno at your disco Bang, burn baby burn Flip the kitchen table told you that it'll turn Hit ‘em wit the gavel nigga the court adjourned Y’all not applying yourself this Big Worm, Big Perm About to straighten it out though The flow pure white they been getting that Alpo Fucking wit’ Trills you be getting the Paltrow Uncut raw from the top to the outro Hook 3 - Tru Trilla We double up on the stack Bubble up put some up then double back All my hustlers where you at We get in put it in like that If we lose it we get it right back Verse 3 - Prince Ak Hustled and spent it frivolous Block moving ridiculous Haters watching they envious Gift to fiends St Nicholas Hand to hand I’m meticulous Help you flip your stimulus Don’t care if you white black or indigenous Crystal clear with the vividness To the top we limitless Hustler showing wickedness Avoid it with the nimbleness They don’t want money they want to floss Went hand to hand everyday Stayed posted and got it off From housing to a loft The butters be hard or soft I’m pushing my own work Avoiding the double cross Hook 4 - Tru Trilla We double up on the stack Bubble up put some up then double back All my hustlers where you at We get in put it in like that If we lose it we get it right back We double up on the stack Bubble up put some up then double back All my hustlers where you at We get in put it in like that If we lose it we get it right back

Hook 1 – Tru Trilla We execute the plan and build While they watch stuck just standing still Destroy your plot bloody on a battlefield Hidden agendas get revealed Verse 1 - Tru Trilla Magneto magnificent flower Your whole right side of your face l move it over Leave it hanging indecent exposure No explaining Your rhymes bleeding all over your mind, no composure Straining to find closure You’re fake dons with no lines, the con over Run him with the rover twelve times over Put his man head in the basket with thirty cobras Now pull up the cherry cola Don’t get your windows blown out be type calm Or the lyrics pipe bomb your hemi motor Leave it charred you smell the bars heavy gun powder odour Self power solar mic controller Ola meet the cold flow polar Two door knocks before the four pop Got out the way trying to short stop You should’ve stayed on the porch Ak with your lies Eyes wide open his jaw drop surprise Hook 2 – Tru Trilla We execute the plan and build While they watch stuck just standing still Destroy your plot bloody on a battlefield Hidden agendas get revealed Verse 2 - Fly Kwa My swerve a lot different You heard that I’m trippin' They act fowl turn rappers to Jersey fried chicken Hit the bomba bricks from Nicaragua I’m in the V.I.P. can’t sip the liquor I got Y’all niggaz rhyming words I more into buying furs Keeping it real with y’all til the day I lie in dirt Kwa just slide through ya' block like I’m moon walking All the women feeling ya’ boy they say I’m too awesome Y’all niggaz ready for work I put the tools on 'em These kinda’ beats right here I act a fool on 'em When I aim blast it sounds like a plane crash Wit' money like Rockerfellas I could take ya’ Damon Dash Right back to the spaceship My jams are def they can Roc Nations And the party just started I came to take the trash out and all y’all garbage Hook 3 - Tru Trilla We execute the plan and build While they watch stuck just standing still Destroy your plot bloody on a battlefield Hidden agendas get revealed We execute the plan and build While they watch stuck just standing still Destroy your plot bloody on a battlefield Hidden agendas get revealed Verse 3 - Tru Trilla Lyrics on point wit’ the javelin Multiple hits got them staggering My pattern rocky like the rings of Saturn Rise sun Ra the unknown is here Everywhere like an ancient vase You can’t have this world Give me my space Astral black cosmo dark chaos In order strings from the harp while the drums thunder Lighting set the wonders apart bodies of waters From endless seas splash with endless breeze Tthe gold lights up in the heart Transformation sparks life after death starts Highest to lowest depths animal domain Celebrate while the humans wept from lies under the rug Swept by the same place they slept You could keep your sleep give me my rest In the all I invest two hundred chakras in the earth crest, yes Hook 4 - Tru Trilla We execute the plan and build While they watch stuck just standing still Destroy your plot bloody on battlefield Hidden agendas get revealed We execute the plan and build While they watch stuck just standing still Destroy your plot bloody on battlefield Hidden agendas get revealed

Hook 1 We weed out the snakes Blade smack meat out your face Rib shot pop a bone out of place Stay dangerous we never stay safe Verse 1 Congratulations you the winner of nothing So what your flows suck y’all punks be fronting Snake all they do is crawl So we grab ‘em by the tail while they yell and smack they heads against the wall That’s all get stomping Carve your pumpkin Then put in the trunk Before the car get sunken Magneto get the chips Like Frito when I rhyme one sniff of my lines Have you leaning like P dope Magnetized your whole rhythm To the root of the square Take your metal outta’ of your Montclair Like yeah Lame bounce you want a ounce I want the whole kilo You not on my levels Tito I’m up here you way below New jack smoking your own crack Like Nino a G with no money A dope fiend with broken needles Without John Lennon and Paul it’s no Beetles Target in sight send they azz twenty torpedoes Hook 2 We weed out the snakes Blade smack meat out your face Rib shot pop a bone Out of place Stay dangerous we never Stay safe We weed out the snakes Blade smack meat out your face Rib shot pop a bone Out of place Stay dangerous we never Stay safe Verse 2 Your homie a clown your town hate you You rhyme bozo Unpaid actors take two face shots from the Four Four you could keep your fake watch Fuitcake promo male divas rappers Y’all look sus’ in the photos Lord of the ring skinny jean Froto Pocket book crooks pastor They used them to change the look bastards That's shit foul without the free throw Short cut dudes don’t get it they want cheat code Forget it One shot pop ya’ chemist Chemical inhalers I’ll make both eyes swell up Make a group go solo Permanent silence Wack dudes no mo’ homo Stab your stylist, cut your logo Murder your tailor Knock you out on live for telling Then go drown in your cellars Go pro the bullet blade impale ‘em Squeeze never pull it breathe Exhale slow though Watch it in slow mo You think I wouldn't oh no Hook 3 We weed out the snakes Blade smack meat out your face Rib shot pop a bone Out of place Stay dangerous we never Stay safe We weed out the snakes Blade smack meat out your face Rib shot pop a bone Out of place Stay dangerous we never Stay safe

Hook 1 Yeah they play like they’re invisible Invincible no morals where your principles What you stand for what’s the cause you fight Those who couldn’t answer lost their life Yeah they play like they’re invisible Invincible no morals where your principles What you stand for what’s the cause you fight Those who couldn’t answer lost their life Verse 1 Flow cold like the hawk out Yeah yeah It’s a blizzard don’t walk out You was faking by the police station yeah yeah But got knocked out in the court house Yeah Every time I rhyme it bring Newark out Yeah Check the money twice ‘cause some don’t count You could tell by the style I don’t clout Your army full of pill heads, your generals smoked out Yeah yeah They think they invisible Moves minuscule weak individuals They burned out Copying flows straight turned out You reap what you sow it won’t work out It’s bigger than music with your lingerie rhymes Open blinds We see right through it Yeah With no cause attached so you blew it Just a fraud playing it off Man we knew it Yeah Hook 2 Yeah they play like they’re invisible Invincible no morals where your principles What you stand for what’s the cause you fight Those who couldn’t answer lost their life Yeah they play like they’re invisible Invincible no morals where your principles What you stand for what’s the cause you fight Those who couldn’t answer lost their life Verse 2 Stop acting like you spit that fire Y’all undercover cops with flip flops yeah your words be wired No face on the flyer your flow they admire Later on now they want your empire click hoppers Style vampires baby turd poppers Their case sealed must have took a proffer Thought it was safe ‘cause your name redacted We been knew it was you now your brains is smashed in, bastard Yeah yeah Your moves been revealed Could’ve got hit twice before you moved to Brazil, that’s real Yeah yeah Two views on your reel ill Lost your appeal they made you a meal for real Fighting for the people you told on You know the same paper that you wrote on You set ‘em up for the kill his little brother lost his mother in the raid You don’t how that feel, for real Hook 3 Yeah they play like they’re invisible Invincible no morals where your principles What you stand for what’s the cause you fight Those who couldn’t answer lost their life Yeah they play like they’re invisible Invincible no morals where your principles What you stand for what’s the cause you fight Those who couldn’t answer lost their life

Hook 1 - Tru Trilla Take him to the roof, let’s see how fly he is Hating backstabbers, been hating a lot of years We got him hanging upside down in the air Before we let him go, we let him know y’all outta’ here Take him to the roof, let’s see how fly he is Hating backstabbers, been hating a lot of years We got him hanging upside down in the air Before we let him go, we let him know y’all outta’ here Verse 1 - Tru Trilla No integrity, yeah, all they want is the badge Just to shit on their own, flaunt and just brag I send you ten shots leave you stuck with the tag Your wounds will never heal, you’re stuck with the scabs Sores all over your body, pussin’ out bad Flow is sewer water, your rhymes are trash Hip hop account is negative, your rap’s overdraft Money is your God, they sacrifice you over cash Destroy your legacy, kick dirt on your back Yeah they love the bag, ‘til they get put in one Real losers lose, then they act like they won Tryin’ to forget about the past, not knowin’ your future’s done Hook 2 - Tru Trilla Take him to the roof, let’s see how fly he is Hating backstabbers, been hating a lot of years We got him hanging upside down in the air Before we let him go, we let him know y’all outta’ here Take him to the roof, let’s see how fly he is Hating backstabbers, been hating a lot of years We got him hanging upside down in the air Before we let him go, we let him know y’all outta’ here Verse 2 - Prince Ak Tell them corny ass rappers to bounce Get out here go up top Bite his ear right in front of his peers Example made clear They been back biting for years These ninjas is back biters I’m double clutching my gears Carry swords buccaneers We beheading these puppeteers While they try pullin’ strings We play chess with niggas' fears Taught to love my brothers say fuck the other side You never got any paper your rhymes is full of lies Tote glocks sold clips we started the two for five‘s Shut the whole hood down and they plotted on our demise On point with the third eye these guys be C I’s We gonna take them to the roof for minding our B I Hook 3 - Tru Trilla Take him to the roof, let’s see how fly he is Hating backstabbers, been hating a lot of years We got him hanging upside down in the air Before we let him go, we let him know y’all outta’ here Take him to the roof, let’s see how fly he is Hating backstabbers, been hating a lot of years We got him hanging upside down in the air Before we let him go, we let him know y’all outta’ here

Hook 1 - Tru Trilla We drop jewels Y’all just wear 'em Talk about your imaginary pies that you selling Got your phone camera out But nobody ain’t telling Fake felons, the Feds come now they yelling Verse 1 - Tru Trilla We hover over your wack lines With open topics Your skimpy bottle flow You closed top it I pack mines with the yellow open tops Bag pipe rappers get shot in their kilt Bragging on the wack rhymes they spilled What a mess This only built for my real ones Flow compressed Place your bet cut the deck now deal some Twenty one black bats smacking your snap back You out cold you feel numb Remorse we feel none Wipe my hands like that’s that And you can’t get the strap back We fight for the people While they in line at Gucci With make up on these lames is coochie Overrated outdated sushi On the mic you haven’t heard flow so tight since Juicy These rappers eff they life up Buying followers and views just to get their likes up You could tell when you the hear the real They ain’t like us Hook 2 - Tru Trilla We drop jewels Y’all just wear 'em Talk about your imaginary pies that you selling Got your phone camera out But nobody ain’t telling Fake felons, the Feds come now they yelling We drop jewels Y’all just wear 'em Talk about your imaginary pies that you selling Got your phone camera out But nobody ain’t telling Fake felons, the Feds come now they yelling Verse 2 - Prince Ak Remember Akbar pray, he told you the game dead The street’s on code red, niggas workin’ for the Feds They said mutha fuck jail, next nigga' in my bed Got my son in the room while my wife givin’ head Now you all in your head from the time that was said Hundred twenty on the cot, my chick gon’ spend my bread I’m about to lose my jewellery and my car and my house My chick on the side, my son and my spouse How the fuck did this come about somebody ratted me out I ain’t goin to trial, a nigga' ain’t coppin’ out The boys pay half a bill, work for them if you squeal Get your lavish livin’ back when you sign for the deal Feds applying pressure, the shit done got real Coke found in a dresser, rifle it was concealed Cat let out the bag, the truth it was revealed You told on so and so, on a connect from Brazil Hook 3 - Tru Trilla We drop jewels Y’all just wear 'em Talk about your imaginary pies that you selling Got your phone camera out But nobody ain’t telling Fake felons, the Feds come now they yelling We drop jewels Y’all just wear 'em Talk about your imaginary pies that you selling Got your phone camera out But nobody ain’t telling Fake felons, the Feds come now they yelling Verse 3 - Juxx Diamondz Nothing about you real like the views on ya’ youtube I can see the bitch in you like Common versus Ice Cube I start shit and spark shit like a car fuse Kicked the doors on this industry you know that I can’t lose Live what you live and mean what you say The sun will come out tomorrow you won’t make it today You be claimin’ you’re outside but you was never there to play You was never ridin’ boys ‘n da hood nigga' you Trey Swingin’ in the air but don’t miss your opportunity Kill shit like kiss body on your eulogy This is natural second nature this nothin’ new to me Wolverine weapon x yo i got that mutant gene These rap guys spit rap lines on mob ties, they all lies You never sold pies in your life Criticize what decide put end to your life Juxx Diamondz I fuck you up from the butt of my knife Hook 4 - Tru Trilla We drop jewels Y’all just wear 'em Talk about your imaginary pies that you selling Got your phone camera out But nobody ain’t telling Fake felons, the Feds come now they yelling We drop jewels Y’all just wear 'em Talk about your imaginary pies that you selling Got your phone camera out But nobody ain’t telling Fake felons, the Feds come now they yelling