Introducing Trillmatic Prod. DA by TrillmaticMaxxx Lyrics
Time is Illmatic, Stillmatic, Mr. Trillmatic, you's a rap addict and it's a great habit, must have it, cause this whole planet's a revolving havoc for everyone who inhabits
Idolize people with no talent and complain we the ones who grant it so who's to blame? Innovative scientists can you give me ten names? "Check the Rhime" is that familiar with ya mane?
I'm not one to throw shade so never catch me under trees, you can catch me smokin' G's, not granting any bitch the opportunity to be on her knees tryna figure out the oral story of birds and the bees
Don't get me wrong it can get lonely at the top, but it's hard to cry when the foreign top can drop, whereas the old car couldn't even ride around the block, now I buy 1 out of 1 so it's out of stock
My voice makes your girl wanna shake it, fake it, till you make it, guess I really made it, that saying ain't no game not playing, recorded in a garage now this all over the nation going global soon
My words can turn sand into glass your looks don't get you no ass girls treat you like a blunt that's stuck on pass and only inhale to repeat the bars from TrillmaticMaxxx
3rd person POV nobody got my style, hip-hop was playing possum for a while Nas it ain't really dead chingow, she was abused though should we maybe go to trial?
Embodiment of do or die money talks question is do it lie? Nah only the dudes who claim more than you and I, be careful not to evil eye feel free to underline
I'm on the come up as a prophet off my words and make a profit pre-written or off top it, a story to it or off topic, tiny letters or Hancock it, decide quickly I began popping
I'm the baddest in the game forcing my way to the fame swear it ain't to impress the dames I wanna shock the world like Cassius Clay and release an album faster than southern Jay
Mumble rap is coming to an end fuck getting choppas to make amends I let this pen end the fake gangsta within every single one of you playing dress up oh shit I mean pretend my bad
Maxtradamus, Trillmatic prodigy, my thought bubble telling folk that nobody can stop me I never let the mic feed, back into the crowd in other words it don't breathe much less speak
I must report that life is short always wear ski masks if you break in doors don't get caught or your ass is 6 feet underneath the floor that's the best you could possibly even hope for
Verbal assassin the steelo that nobody can match dirt poor to money making Maxhattan, what's happening, to all the people doubtin' look who's laughin', and all the girls peep who's passin', I got 3 phones and not a single one for trappin', just for making money moves long for branding, making music for the old heads demanding, hip-hop is back in its purest form from the purest seed should've been conceived in like '93?
So my effect would be like pre Adam and Eve, Adam and Steve, Sarah and Eve, and anyone in between that's real equality I'm out
Idolize people with no talent and complain we the ones who grant it so who's to blame? Innovative scientists can you give me ten names? "Check the Rhime" is that familiar with ya mane?
I'm not one to throw shade so never catch me under trees, you can catch me smokin' G's, not granting any bitch the opportunity to be on her knees tryna figure out the oral story of birds and the bees
Don't get me wrong it can get lonely at the top, but it's hard to cry when the foreign top can drop, whereas the old car couldn't even ride around the block, now I buy 1 out of 1 so it's out of stock
My voice makes your girl wanna shake it, fake it, till you make it, guess I really made it, that saying ain't no game not playing, recorded in a garage now this all over the nation going global soon
My words can turn sand into glass your looks don't get you no ass girls treat you like a blunt that's stuck on pass and only inhale to repeat the bars from TrillmaticMaxxx
3rd person POV nobody got my style, hip-hop was playing possum for a while Nas it ain't really dead chingow, she was abused though should we maybe go to trial?
Embodiment of do or die money talks question is do it lie? Nah only the dudes who claim more than you and I, be careful not to evil eye feel free to underline
I'm on the come up as a prophet off my words and make a profit pre-written or off top it, a story to it or off topic, tiny letters or Hancock it, decide quickly I began popping
I'm the baddest in the game forcing my way to the fame swear it ain't to impress the dames I wanna shock the world like Cassius Clay and release an album faster than southern Jay
Mumble rap is coming to an end fuck getting choppas to make amends I let this pen end the fake gangsta within every single one of you playing dress up oh shit I mean pretend my bad
Maxtradamus, Trillmatic prodigy, my thought bubble telling folk that nobody can stop me I never let the mic feed, back into the crowd in other words it don't breathe much less speak
I must report that life is short always wear ski masks if you break in doors don't get caught or your ass is 6 feet underneath the floor that's the best you could possibly even hope for
Verbal assassin the steelo that nobody can match dirt poor to money making Maxhattan, what's happening, to all the people doubtin' look who's laughin', and all the girls peep who's passin', I got 3 phones and not a single one for trappin', just for making money moves long for branding, making music for the old heads demanding, hip-hop is back in its purest form from the purest seed should've been conceived in like '93?
So my effect would be like pre Adam and Eve, Adam and Steve, Sarah and Eve, and anyone in between that's real equality I'm out