[lyrics originally transcripted by jimmy dyna & etze / big ups to figment for helping us!]
[Trellion]
Yo, captain’s quarters, chewing on piranha
Sayonara, swim depths to the lower portal
View death through a cracked mirror
Slang scribble all night, fast asleep in the foulness
Raw flavor, your team played the sideline
I a core player, iron claw jawbreaker
Pure madness, apple juice absinthe
Pad full of shatter proof stanzas - Dozin’
I'm the uninvited guest at the banquet
Roll double O as I move through the party
Hard to avoid, say hello to your maker
Blurred out face from page of the paper
Mr Bigman, walking through quicksand
Sniffing snowflakes off a gold-plated hip flask
Lunar Lane schooling, Trell got a mini-me
Alrighty, bow your head to the Almighty
[Figment]
Fuck a slow jam, it’s Conan, the longbow man
What’s the 411? Check the program, oh damn!
You’ve had your groove on for too long, now move on
The chromatic, your soul vanished, it’s so tragic
Driving back cross the Khyber pass, high on grass
70s ill flick, I took the violet tab
You wouldn’t like my past, your girl’s insides have had
The same effect as fiberglass - That shit left a violent rash
I used to rock a tribal mask in the cypher class
Just to hide the fact I didn’t like your raps, you guys are wack
I ride the track like Scalextrics, and stay electric
The bayonet fits onto the M6
Decapitation, a major head trip
I saved my best shit for while your girl’s making breakfast
I take a breath, it's on till we settle the score
Whatever you thought, forget it, we’re incredibly raw
Dozin’ was produced by Third Person Lurkin.