Triks Of The Trade

It's just a process of elimination
 I'd like to peel your eyelids back to see
 You always torment my own intentions
 Credibility is what you strip from me
 Livin' on the dark side yellin' at the moon
 Seven shades gray you in the temple of the boom
 We drop bombs with some pecker wood shit
 Fuck bounce to this, we gonna throw fists to this
 Players and hustlers went out like 99', now its
 Two triple zero you still smokin' kind
 Play that funky music white boy, fuck that
 How 'bout raise up to this level, the beat devil
 No regurgitated slop, this ain't rock and hip hop
 This is day one roots straight out the shoots
 Trik Turner recruits soon to form an army
 With one main objective, to silence and eliminate
 Fake and plastic to drastic for those who hold
 The mic like spastic, convulsions divulge
 Your weakness, the reason that I speak this
 Because I'm tired of MC's, ABC's, one two three's
 K I D Z's, and all you wanna be's better check your stylee's
 I've crossed over, I've crossed all around it
 I've found the new sound same old machines
 Same old dreams, same old fiends
 Chuck T's and SP's, eight O eight's garage sale crates lifted
 Ya'll stay splifted, I remain gifted, hundred percent proof after sifted
 It's just a process of elimination
 I'd like to peel your eyelids back to see
 You always torment my own intentions
 Credibility is what you strip from me
 Someday when I come up I want you to feel
 What I had to feel on the other side
 Someday when I come up I want you to feel
 What I had to feel on the other side
 Everything that exists in your perfect world is a web that you weave
 Making victims of anything or anyone you never make sense
 'Cause you speak in tongues he who thinks he knows all
 Will someday fall and someday will eat the words they say
 Expectations are set so high if you must degrade me
 Then I wonder why?
 Is it me or is it something I did
 Is it because your simply just jealous of us
 You know you've seen many different styles come and go
 And you know you cannot get with the way Trik Turner rocks
 The show you see what comes around goes around goes down
 What comes around goes around goes down
 Yes you know what comes around goes around goes down
 What comes around goes around goes down
 No matter what the consequence is trends
 Change as fast as the four winds when push comes to shove
 I'll be the one who gets it done
 'Cause I never forget man where I come from
 It's just a process of elimination
 I'd like to peel your eyelids back to see
 You always torment my own intentions
 Credibility is what you strip from me
 Someday when I come up I want you to feel
 What I had to feel on the other side
 Someday when I come up I want you to feel
 What I had to feel on the other side
 Someday when I come up I want you to feel
 What I had to feel on the other side