Niggaz cant contemplate they need ta concentrate,
N if you cant contemplate the you getting constant-hate,
Weak emcee’s frontin they just con-the-weight,
My lyrical verbal vibes even seep through yo brain- plate,
We aint gotta come through the back like ya suckas we get in the main-gate,
Come against trill you get left ta cremate,
Complex rhymes with syllables that leave the mic ta detonate,
Fuckin with trill again bitch lets set yo death’s-date,
Niggaz up against me get left in an insane mental-state,
Too many haters around so now we gotta asassinate,
Lyrical dope-ness is what I create,
On the mic I start flippin shit like funk-flex, who else comin with such crunk-text,
Yo rhymes weak you lack technique they aint syllabic,
Bitch upgrade yo rhymes so they alteast a lil-thick,
Frontin rappers get caught up on the mic for eternal imprisonment,
SSC is where I’m from bitch yo turn ta represent,
If you up against trill on the microphone you get tied down in fetters,
We aint gotta make appearances ta kill sit back sendin anthrax letters,
Yaw weak crews need ta learn from trill Jiinx Fokus yo lyrical betters,
Yaw lyrics too bleak on the mic I leave you sham emcees wishin yo shit was as lush as us.

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