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Stylin On’em: Part 2 – Trizzy Tre ft. CHAIN, Exoduzt, Boss, Beans
“We be the sickest, so we STILL stylin on this bitches……”
{Trizzy Tre}
Obliterate the opposition, so fuck beef n back stabbers, try sayin shit…
Die n lay’em quick, when haymakers level everything within a 5 mile radius!
My style dangerous! Mix a hurricane wit a tornado the way I spit heat bro…
impacts of how Sandy decimated all the shore-lines of the East Coast!
Cling to old shit bro? Resourcing archives for punchlines, ...think it works?
You been gasping for life with ya verse,’ bury’em’ easy to see him really push up dirt!
You aint the first! Trolls lurk for attention as champions lack aggression…
I 'See' the bitch in you, ....cuz Triz “lay-sick” lines like eye surgery correction!
Ur sure in hibernation, I keep KO’in dudes so caution is fair…
'Outlining so many bodies' I’m like a King James ritual how I stay puttin chalk in the air!
{CHAIN}
I paint the town red, I'm a legend not a saint Jesus was me without the scheduling constraints I laid it down, DEAD! I just shredded its remains And bled my diction dry on the essence of the game The devil said my name after looking at the drawings... Of the crooks that really saw him as they etch-a-sketched their pain I'm the new Pac armed with a level-headed brain The truth dot com, that's my registered domain CHAIN, spell it wrong and I'll desecrate your grave Now run and tell Solange I'm in the elevator waitin' ..
No need to start guessin' who's hard headed fueled up like car parts with a dark fetish..
for sharp weapons that'll maim a carcus and leave a shark headless..
So start messin' with my dark arts and learn a harsh lesson...
my squad rips apart henchmen and will leave a large part of ya heart stressin'...
half you faggots know you can't rock wit' us coppers ain't stoppin us...
I only run with pill poppers hip hoppers scumbags and pick pocketers!...
Believe it or not I went from sleeping on cots to just keeping it hot...
by decieving the cops with devious plots meet at the spot if you fein for tha rock...
people are not getting better the evil just rots with no saviour at home...
cut up the white as I run for my life livin on the edge call me Razor Ramon...
{Boss}
No time to reason I'll drive shrapnel into brains with no nuclear fission or ignition Made it a mission caz u pussies fulla shit like a rectovaginal fistula condition I go the distance with flows that glisten 'til ur shades -burst out of vision Boss bossin' and STYLIN' on em like the owner of the last verse in the 1st version So disgustin' My swords got Tumors and sores burstin', I'm crown hustlin' Takin' thrones n if there are kings, then I move 'em aside like I'm just Castling I put the muscle in, so I lace with the strongest metaphors for days Yall met-a-phors so strong......wait!, it got my knuckles stuck in yall face My scripture says fuck u pussies, now my Pen-is spilling ink on uterus walls killing with bars and if Your life's on the line, know that we utilize calls.
{Beans}
Ya rhymes cryin for fuse, while my rhymes shining, dividing you pukes...
I throw up numbers in swag, wacks wildin out over the fact im stylin on you!
Minds confused!..I wet bitches, my text kisses have you queens hurtin…
King hands open up wit chaos flow so hard you think you feeling Ashley squirtin!
I’m too nice! Couldn’t kick it wit me if you pursued a smooth stride…
A true hype, wit a giant soul in all my work and I’m not talkin on my shoe size!
Beans spit? You sea sick and that aint the reason ya tummy hurt…
Believe kid, my strategic always prepared…unlike a bitten, pre written Dougy verse!
Best of writers greatness, hearts’ll stop short, have ya chest wires break quick…
Vets retired for fakeness, feelin this freshness’ll have you cry when you taste this!
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