Devil Trigger
I got like a million reasons to keep it going. Because I’m determined dad.
I’m always be inside of my bag.
Trying to give my son what I never had.
And I admit that I fell off to battle all of my demons.
Call me Sorin. I’m a Mastar.
Rushing all of these beats when my flow begins.
For 6 years been makin room like Mr. B. I throw bows.
This young MC keeps going in.
They expect me to break, but, I won’t.
Cuz it’s not my ending.
So stop pretending that you haters have never stole my bars.
You can’t take my storm. Like Salazar, I’m a Slytherin through the yard.
Bar for bar, no one’s as cold as me.
Except for a certain few.
Like my homie Rugga, big Ace, Nonchalant, Halo, Billy and Clio too.
Problem cool and my sister Chu.
Rongine and that nerdy dude.
We in the streets and we paying dues.
While y’all paying boosters for fake shoes.
Y’all really are driving me insane.
I swear I be trying to stay in my lane.
But all you suckas swerving and hitting curbs.
I’m pushing you out of the game.
With the way that I be killing these flows.
I’m beginning to know.
There’s more to life than getting a hoe.
And taking her home.
And getting her to polish the chrome and ba-ba-ba-bone.
I hear these haters talking, but, they see me, ain’t a sound.
I’m known as the ring leader and you haters just some clowns.
When I start to feel the rhythm and the bass begins to pound.
I’m the Dante of the music underground.
Pull the devil trigger.
Ima heat it up. Heat it up.
Grab it up and I eat it up. Eat it up.
Any track ima beat it up beat it up.
With the way a brotha speed it up. Speed it up.
Let’s get it now.
Saw that they were happy when they thought that I was down.
So, I’m bout to hit my flicker step at the speed of sound.
Pull the devil trigger now.
Copyright © Julian Miles | Year Posted 2022
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