Gods Sympathy by Tru Trilla Lyrics
Hook 1
We beat rappers up
Y’all rappers suck
Running outta of time
Better rap it up
No speaking No dapping up
Y’all had y’all little shine
Now that’s enough
Verse 1 Tru Trilla
Hip hop warlords, road warriors
Gladiators on stage we kill the audience
Bars track you down blow up your corridor
From Newark to Florida cross the map all around
Hollow tip rap formula compound
By the grams you could sale it whole sale
Or hand 2 hand
It's the lyrical content that's dope
No chemical enhanced to manipulate the hoax
The explosive impact knock
Feathers out your coat
Drag the unloyal for blocks
Rope tied around throats
Early morning bakers
Who need bread by the loafs
Canolope hayz already rolled
Lets smoke metal face like Destro
Hook 2
We beat rappers up
Y’all rappers suck
Running outta of time
Better rap it up
No speaking No dapping up
Y’all had y’all little shine
Now that’s enough
Verse 2 Fly Kwa
The flow is undeniable
Whoever chose to tell you you're nice
Them fools lied to you
Everytime I’m riding through the music just knock hard
Throw the V in 6th gear speed past cop cars
Never been the type of dude riding on coattails
Playing the block hard or relying on coke sales
I just be cool like the food in ya deep freezer
Get money and move down south where the rent's cheaper
I’m from a hood known for stolen cars
Hustling on the block day and night that was ya' only job
It’s only Kwa doing what I do I ain’t taking no chances
I just watch how dudes move snakes like Cobra Commander
Hook 3
We beat rappers up
Y’all rappers suck
Running outta of time
Better rap it up
No speaking No dapping up
Y’all had y’all little shine
Now that’s enough
Verse 3 Confucious
Middle finger up to the government
I’m still cooking up with no oven mitts
Getting this bread there's a couple options
I’m hands on like bare knuckle boxing
Emcee’s get destroyed by the thousands
The booth got a sign on it only real spitters allowed in
True knowledge is based off experience
Trial and error is based off experiments
No chemistry class no laboratory jackets
Bars lyric word play every paragraph vocabulary active
If I don’t punch you in the face my bars can
Won’t see me coming, I’m Zartan
Hook 4
We beat rappers up
Y’all rappers suck
Running outta of time
Better rap it up
No speaking No dapping up
Y’all had y’all little shine
Now that’s enough
We beat rappers up
Y’all rappers suck
Running outta of time
Better rap it up
No speaking No dapping up
Y’all had y’all little shine
Now that’s enough
Verse 1 Tru Trilla
Hip hop warlords, road warriors
Gladiators on stage we kill the audience
Bars track you down blow up your corridor
From Newark to Florida cross the map all around
Hollow tip rap formula compound
By the grams you could sale it whole sale
Or hand 2 hand
It's the lyrical content that's dope
No chemical enhanced to manipulate the hoax
The explosive impact knock
Feathers out your coat
Drag the unloyal for blocks
Rope tied around throats
Early morning bakers
Who need bread by the loafs
Canolope hayz already rolled
Lets smoke metal face like Destro
Hook 2
We beat rappers up
Y’all rappers suck
Running outta of time
Better rap it up
No speaking No dapping up
Y’all had y’all little shine
Now that’s enough
Verse 2 Fly Kwa
The flow is undeniable
Whoever chose to tell you you're nice
Them fools lied to you
Everytime I’m riding through the music just knock hard
Throw the V in 6th gear speed past cop cars
Never been the type of dude riding on coattails
Playing the block hard or relying on coke sales
I just be cool like the food in ya deep freezer
Get money and move down south where the rent's cheaper
I’m from a hood known for stolen cars
Hustling on the block day and night that was ya' only job
It’s only Kwa doing what I do I ain’t taking no chances
I just watch how dudes move snakes like Cobra Commander
Hook 3
We beat rappers up
Y’all rappers suck
Running outta of time
Better rap it up
No speaking No dapping up
Y’all had y’all little shine
Now that’s enough
Verse 3 Confucious
Middle finger up to the government
I’m still cooking up with no oven mitts
Getting this bread there's a couple options
I’m hands on like bare knuckle boxing
Emcee’s get destroyed by the thousands
The booth got a sign on it only real spitters allowed in
True knowledge is based off experience
Trial and error is based off experiments
No chemistry class no laboratory jackets
Bars lyric word play every paragraph vocabulary active
If I don’t punch you in the face my bars can
Won’t see me coming, I’m Zartan
Hook 4
We beat rappers up
Y’all rappers suck
Running outta of time
Better rap it up
No speaking No dapping up
Y’all had y’all little shine
Now that’s enough