How many times

[originally transcripted by onesecbeforetheend,jimmy dyna and etze]

[Sniff]

Sniff, it’s me, yo, check
Gagged and bound trick
No magic
No baggage
Think you got it? No, you don’t have it
Gold rubbing
Dole addict
Slowmatic
Zone casting
Why you tryin’, y’know it won’t happen
Toe tag it
Little bitch catch a feeling when i pen a word
Chinky eyes settle first
Big bag of special herb
Drunk today, sun concaves
Smell my skunky fragrance from a month of blazing

[Trellion]

Funky spaceship
Blue magic vertigo
My clique do the skydog
Boogie woogie-oogie
Super dirty
Coup de Ville-e wheelspin
Heal clip a blind man
Fly back to paradise
Have a nice time in hell
Motherfucker better know that we in it for delf
Gimme gimme what i need, yeah
Some of that good shit
Straight from the hood shit
Swinging the cutlass to cut bricks
Boo-ya!
Villainous types saloon moon (?)
Pow pow
One stormy night in the lighthouse
Yo son, I ain’t showing love to noone
It got me thinking like:

How many times do we got to explain this?
It ain’t science, it ain’t maths
A little bit of this and a little bit of that
You dig me?
Naah, i can see it in your eyes like
How many times do we got to explain this?
It ain’t science, it ain’t maths
A little bit of this and a little bit of that
It’s like that, Trelli keep you guessing

[It’s like coming out of a bad dream
Want me to go into a nightmare
Instead of using your mallet to cut the King Midas’ diamond
I had used it to murder my wife
That thing was evil]

[Sniff]

Time to settle up
Concealed piece with the leather gloves
Setting up a heist North Luna
Bank hit, slanging the holster
Me and Trelli ghost your
Brain in a comma
Going over shoulder
Behold the -
Death-like aroma
Show ya how we do wonder really though
Gimme dough
Silly hoe
You’ll catch a slap in the video
You didn’t know? Now you do son

[Trellion]

Yo it’s them again
But then again, who the fuck’s them again?
Ten a penny rappers get stripped
To the legendary status in a milli flash
Gimme that, gimme that
Oh yeah, gimme that
I know, we the illest that’s for sure
Flashing orb, seep through your attic wall
Down here
That’s it for life
Yo, word to Quick-Finger Tony and Jo Jo
So so dopey, getting slow-mo
Ricochet bullet to your mullet when I pull it
Shoulda woulda coulda bitch
Go suck your mother
Easy Lunar wise guy licking a shot
Ping, bye-bye, drive-by
Flipping you off

Like, how many times do we got to explain this?
It ain’t science, it ain’t maths
A little bit of this and a little bit of that
You dig me? Naah, i can see it in your eyes, like
How many times do we got to explain this
It ain’t science, it ain’t maths
A little bit of this and a little bit of that
It’s like that, it’s like that