Trip
By: Pharaoh$
Duration
2:52
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Lyrics
Chill$: Pharaohs guided to the fucking rocks, straight edge hot boxing oxygen around the flocks, blue and red sirens is crying and then we spot the cops, torn aorta so we hate the thots, make it stop, sipping the colder cola molars chomping on the bullet now the body rot, body shots forming these sloppy knots, spit raw classics and blast it through their fucking blunts, fucking cunts, never listen deeper than the musics front, plundering the industry at 8 and 8, adding towards the great escape, from suburgatory father fits the dads in maury, horrid dreams of hated recorded music sparking morbid teens, like who would listen to this horror team, sporting all these foreign things, trading guns for magic beans, growing green on money trees, this strange fruit bearing is caring about my money schemes, sterile needle hidden and ridden with local coke ambrosia, combo seal the stains in sofas, tripping seeing spots and novas, super surreal sipping syrup 36 in Nova Scotia, spray him with the extended cobra, repeat like I hit the coda, stellar prose and witty banter to spit, cosmic shots scream fire then quit, the trips dying now my mind goes to shit, stack the cash and then we dash on them quick Chase Swift:This is Sparta for you niggas, Known as the murder capital for capping figures, it figures that your jealousy, starts with weak beats My potent wordplays speak to the youth captured tales, Underground rapper Tryna channel flow into pro instead of amateur, Accuracy for spitting lyrics out my panorama group of followers carry my banner, Bandana like Rambo, punching rappers off pedestal, hot headed as I embedding flow, Surrounded by all the incontinent incompetents, my young nigga owned metropolis Oh I meant monopolies as I chop these syllables to phonics reads, I reign supreme being with article clothing as I shut down raps article flowing. From freezing icicle verses, To particle loading into my fast rhymes of dash boasting, coasting to the verses end verb popping at kin like popping rocks, feed the team euphemisms that were never taught, brought bats towards Hitting new barriers, young niggas have never got, from pop rocks to verbal shots, my wordplay knots leaving the audience with aching head knocks, stone rocks Im killing you chumps, Bashing niggas with stumps I'm out the yard again, handy mitt in sandlot stomping niggas dentals to sidewalks, To the future and back I'm Marty McFly, open up these spirituals eyes, Euphoric feeling realize, reveal your third eye, burning truth to these lies
