D-Sisive

D-Sisive - Trials &; Tribulations lyrics

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(feat. Instinct)



Crib notes fell out of your pocket, speedwalking from lost battles 

Your soul fled the spot, but physical caught in shackles 

Poison in your apple, turn your princess to my mistress 

Verbal fitness landing where my fist is 

Your only witness was blinded with alert 

With the verse I make the world orbit in reverse 

You run fast when your eyes catch me taking off my pen cap 

Drill a hole in your middle and place your skin on a coat rack 

Release spit fire, unleash causes decease 

Cut out your own Adam's Apple and feed it to Eve 

As MC, Im reaching higher than THC 

Blood levels in devils and crack fiends on drug scenes 

Chattering knees slowly collapse as you rest 

You freezing at 90 degrees, but see me in sweat 

Your skills are in debt by my presence you start stuttering 

Use your last breath and say Instingt while muttering 

 

[Hook x2]

I try, but I fail, and times will prevail 

all my problems through the Trials and Tribulations 

Situations tell the tail, but I'm tipping the scale, 

bidding farewell to all the Trials and Tribulations 

 

My manifestation be the cause of cancellation, underachievers be facing 

The penetration, while the impatient begins their pacing 

On a daily basis, "Style", I'm hearing basics, "While" 

You keep rehearsing your versatile sound, 

I'm stomping through the underground 

At profound speeds, 

leaving the quaterbacks receiving sacks when the present MC lacks 

The 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 stacked 

Imitations be changing when I challenge three packs 

"The wannabee macks" 

Split chromosones while my ribosomes 

Attack immune systems with tighter grips to hold their own 

Radiation's be blazing, damaging ozones 

And I'm not just saying I'm the illest, I'll carve it in stone 

To prolong my stay at home, then my dome 

Leaves my follicles thrown, 

when my knowledge is grown from parts unknown, the...

Spectators be impressed, therfore my celly gets stressed 

With reputations like Elliot Ness, 

relieved by bunning the non-delicate cess, 

travelling throughout my chest 

Unravelling talent within 

Distracting my vision 

Taking control of my system, not double digits, 

I kicked 187 words of wisdom 

So check the message I'm listing 

Styles are persistent, 

lines keep a crowd vibrating during the intermission 

While the other acts are switching 

My coalition will cold crush ya', microphone touchers 

Kicking straight lyrics while you're bisexual like Usher 

Then we'll rush ya', eliminating wackness from the T dot 

And my rhymes are so sick my mic needs a Hepatitis B shot...cause 

 

[Hook x2]
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Language: English

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