Yea they're calling me Trippy and I'm a damn savage
Ion' need nobody's help and thats what makes em' panic
Comin' up from the bottom until I reach the masses
And I ain't never gonna stop until I'm in a casket
Dope spitta', one of a kind and you ain't betta'
Hot flows got you burning up no sweata'
People talking about me betta' know betta'
Bloody Mary three times I'm a go getta'
Tryna stack up my cheese, right now its make believe
Tryna get my money flowin' in like Maybelline
Gotta' watch my back 'cause people bound to set me up
Claimin' to be real but those dummies they all bluff
Don't believe the hype and ion' care about yo' stripes
Put respect on my name, don't disrespect my life
Rappin' them bars they realize they gotta' step back
Claimin' to be real but my breed we don't respect that
Peel your head back with these lyrics you never thought of
Launching into outer space, homie this is Sparta
Enter another dimension gotta go farther
By the way I'm sonnin' you rappers I'm like your father
"Let me steal this rappers flow", that's y'all mantra
It don't make no sense, man y'all don't want none
No common sense in yo' conscious
No common sense in yo' conscious
Non-sense my consciousness is clear
I contemplate the consequence of fear
Annihilate, the instrumentals with
Pads and pencils, my utensils is
Covered in blood my words are killas'
Bring empires down like a struck the pillas'
'Gainst the grain, my man we ain't built the same
I came correct, except ion' need the fame
Need the dough, you need to respect the king
Ion' accept the terms, you have yet to learn that I
I'm he, who could not be, trifled
MC's are the tops see, spiteful
A rare breed nigga watch me
Mind you, there's few who could do it, like I do
I earned the confidence through my dominance
No accomplices but what I promise is
More murder and a lot less politics
More murder and a lot less politics
We got em' Trippy
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Yea they're calling me Trippy and I'm a damn savage
Ion' need nobody's help and thats what makes em' panic
Comin' up from the bottom until I reach the masses
And I ain't never gonna stop until I'm in a casket
Dope spitta', one of a kind and you ain't betta'
Hot flows got you burning up no sweata'
People talking about me betta' know betta'
Bloody Mary three times I'm a go getta'
Tryna stack up my cheese, right now its make believe
Tryna get my money flowin' in like Maybelline
Gotta' watch my back 'cause people bound to set me up
Claimin' to be real but those dummies they all bluff
Don't believe the hype and ion' care about yo' stripes
Put respect on my name, don't disrespect my life
Rappin' them bars they realize they gotta' step back
Claimin' to be real but my breed we don't respect that
Peel your head back with these lyrics you never thought of
Launching into outer space, homie this is Sparta
Enter another dimension gotta go farther
By the way I'm sonnin' you rappers I'm like your father
"Let me steal this rappers flow", that's y'all mantra
It don't make no sense, man y'all don't want none
No common sense in yo' conscious
No common sense in yo' conscious
Non-sense my consciousness is clear
I contemplate the consequence of fear
Annihilate, the instrumentals with
Pads and pencils, my utensils is
Covered in blood my words are killas'
Bring empires down like a struck the pillas'
'Gainst the grain, my man we ain't built the same
I came correct, except ion' need the fame
Need the dough, you need to respect the king
Ion' accept the terms, you have yet to learn that I
I'm he, who could not be, trifled
MC's are the tops see, spiteful
A rare breed nigga watch me
Mind you, there's few who could do it, like I do
I earned the confidence through my dominance
No accomplices but what I promise is
More murder and a lot less politics
More murder and a lot less politics
We got em' Trippy
Ion' need nobody's help and thats what makes em' panic
Comin' up from the bottom until I reach the masses
And I ain't never gonna stop until I'm in a casket
Dope spitta', one of a kind and you ain't betta'
Hot flows got you burning up no sweata'
People talking about me betta' know betta'
Bloody Mary three times I'm a go getta'
Tryna stack up my cheese, right now its make believe
Tryna get my money flowin' in like Maybelline
Gotta' watch my back 'cause people bound to set me up
Claimin' to be real but those dummies they all bluff
Don't believe the hype and ion' care about yo' stripes
Put respect on my name, don't disrespect my life
Rappin' them bars they realize they gotta' step back
Claimin' to be real but my breed we don't respect that
Peel your head back with these lyrics you never thought of
Launching into outer space, homie this is Sparta
Enter another dimension gotta go farther
By the way I'm sonnin' you rappers I'm like your father
"Let me steal this rappers flow", that's y'all mantra
It don't make no sense, man y'all don't want none
No common sense in yo' conscious
No common sense in yo' conscious
Non-sense my consciousness is clear
I contemplate the consequence of fear
Annihilate, the instrumentals with
Pads and pencils, my utensils is
Covered in blood my words are killas'
Bring empires down like a struck the pillas'
'Gainst the grain, my man we ain't built the same
I came correct, except ion' need the fame
Need the dough, you need to respect the king
Ion' accept the terms, you have yet to learn that I
I'm he, who could not be, trifled
MC's are the tops see, spiteful
A rare breed nigga watch me
Mind you, there's few who could do it, like I do
I earned the confidence through my dominance
No accomplices but what I promise is
More murder and a lot less politics
More murder and a lot less politics
We got em' Trippy
Writer: JOSE MUNOS
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