Here dropping two by three and ending in four
The trilogy spittin ill imagery you just can't ignore

blak impact, that of a smash to jaw
aight, around windpipes and hips comes the big blak bear claw

speaking of the windpipes most yall cats on some small talk,
chances of higher education wasted on learning the crip walk

What? You gonna kill this and mack that with the whack shit you got on lock
Blindly treading dangerously to make your own mark outlined in chalk

and there he lay,verdict guilty with no court
this flow sport done fooled another one ass out wit no shorts

straight booty like j-lo, you be huddling together in the fort.
Don't speak unless told to soldier, cadets don't hold enough rank to retort.

Cause this is not a democracy and loose lips get sunk point blank
The Trilogy conducting pillagry like Mongols approaching the enemy’s flank

the heineken breaf, syllable sharp shank
to freshmans,pockets dugged,f'theirs got ganked,hah

my style reconciles, and resembles that of the next movement,
quit your bullshitting, if you understood you'd know you couldnt improve me,

My flows break noses like blows and leave an Mc’s pitiful brains on the pavement
Start your praying that the lord show you with minimal pains what the way to behave be

to you goes,in a turnicate,the mic,ya turn i bet
positionin'slippin'in rank f'real, these days thrown loosely,the word emcee

these rhymes too intricate, hitting migranes up on vets,
for real, packing blue steel with the intent to kill, you so crazy lucy, infected where viral fluids leak,

There ain't no cold blooded there's just hot blood flowing from an Emcee gutted/
Flooded with misleading conceptions of some middle age minor/
Making platinum disks, laying in to fix the odds avoid the risks/
get sixed like eighty not niner, witness poetic justice nothing finer/

rival gainst the acidic saliva
burn under irritable heat speak ya
sweet godiva lady maybe a
known rapper poster y'keep close...
while close ya watch the theatrics
made by this graphic designer


yo i hustled since i learned how to feed without umbilical cord/
lyrically gorgeus venom flows when i breathe, words that when i
read out loud, reak havoc
makin em bleed, like in the beginning bruh, there was the three, the trilogy, holding down the power of thought, melded
by gods into a the trinity, the power most sought..
madmen seek to become made men until the hour of their rot/
bringing the hood to camelot?
honour tonight the knights, wildout, pg, and blak..
serving up 2 by three and and ending in four,
eliminating the weakest minded and leaving the rest metaphysically sore/