Trials And Tribulations – D Sisive – letras

featuring InstinctCrib notes fell out of your pocket speedwalking from lost battlesYour soul fled the spot but physical caught in shacklesPoison in your apple turn your princess to my mistressVerbal fitness landing where my fist isYour only witness was blinded with alertWith the verse I make the world orbit in reverseYou run fast when your eyes catch me taking off my pen capDrill a hole in your middle and place your skin on a coat rackRelease spit fire, unleash causes deceaseCut out your own Adam’s Apple and feed it to EveAs MC, Im reaching higher than THCBlood levels in devils and crack fiends on drug scenesChattering knees slowly collapse as you restYou freezing at 90 degrees, but see me in sweatYour skills are in debt by my presence you start stutteringUse your last breath and say Instingt while muttering* Hook * (X2)I try, but I fail, and times will prevailall my problems through the Trials and TribulationsSituations tell the tail, but I’m tipping the scale,bidding farewell to all the Trials and TribulationsMy manifestation be the cause of cancellation, underachievers be facingThe penetration, while the impatient begins their pacingOn a daily basis, « Style », I’m hearing basics, « While »You keep rehearsing your versatile sound,I’m stomping through the undergroundAt profound speeds,leaving the quaterbacks receiving sacks when the present MC lacksThe opportunity to lock shit down like Steve Sax,your third eye gets cataracts when my forth eye attacks »Your counteracts » Cause you’re bound to be wack,and I’m talently stackedImitations be changing when I challenge three packs »The wannabee macks »Split chromosones while my ribosomesAttack immune systems with tighter grips to hold their ownRadiation’s be blazing, damaging ozonesAnd I’m not just saying I’m the illest, I’ll carve it in stoneTo prolong my stay at home, then my domeLeaves my follicles thrown,when my knowledge is grown from parts unknown, the…Spectators be impressed, therfore my celly gets stressedWith reputations like Elliot Ness,relieved by bunning the non-delicate cess,travelling throughout my chestUnravelling talent withinDistracting my visionTaking control of my system, not double digits,I kicked 187 words of wisdomSo check the message I’m listingStyles are persistent,lines keep a crowd vibrating during the intermissionWhile the other acts are switchingMy coalition will cold crush ya’, microphone touchersKicking straight lyrics while you’re bisexual like UsherThen we’ll rush ya’, eliminating wackness from the T dotAnd my rhymes are so sick my mic needs a Hepatitis B shot…cause* Hook * (X2)