Tri ck nol o g y (written in white out)

[Spoken Word]
How does one kill one's self without knowing it?
(Tricknology!)
The human hunts for wolves by putting ice over razor blade
The wolf licks the ice out of thirst, but at the same time
Cuts its tongue until it bleeds to death
(—gy!)
A human puts a worm on a hook and then throws it in the river
Waiting for the fish to bite the bait
Knowing that the hook will go through the fish's mouth
(Tric—!)
A human get a block of cheese, put it on a mousetrap
Waitin' for the mouse try to eat it
Knowing that the trap will kill the mouse
(—gy!)
How humans use (—gy!) against animals
We make the wolf feel pleasure in his own death
As far as the fish and the mouse go, we tricked them!
By showing them something they want
Like cheese or a worm, just to kill them
To kill a mouse not hard
'Cause a mouse don't have a brain that's as smart as a human's
But the mouse does have enough brain to sense death
If you pick up a broom and try to kill the mouse it's gon' run, right?
Even a roach gon' run when it sense death like a human
Sense is essential to us in tricknology
Who and how is tricknology performed? On us!
The devil is that spirit which lives within you
Not a red man with horns
It's a piece of the soul, which all humans have
Have you ever heard the saying
"The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was to make you think he didn't exist?"
It's true, it's the basis point for understanding trickn—
There's this analogy I really love that I think I told you before
How does a boxer know how to fight when he steps into the ring?
I mean, have you ever witnessed a boxer
Step into the ring by himself and start fighting?
No!
Because something has to exist in front of his eyes for him to swing
If he can't sense something there or see an opponent
He's not gon' fight or run away from harm
This is how that piece of the soul in tric— works
It's something you can't see because you believe it's you
You can't imagine a world where people can sense the devil in them
Sense the tricknology and fight it off because it's destined to them
What Red Burns is about
Man abusing dope no different than the wolf who lick ice
And constantly, we're fish craving a worm
Nothing stop the hook from getting in the mouth
Because it been destined and this is how the devil fights
The art of t—nology is when we can't fight the enemy
When you think the enemy doesn't exist
(Bruh!)