Trillmatic Anthem

Intro: REKS:

Trillmatic, Kyo Itachi, your boy REKS, what up, yo

With that fresh gear on!

Verse 1: REKS:

My tenacity, mold the masterpiece
Went half asleep, adapt to habitat, naturally, actually
Attack the beat with Trillmatic sniper kill tactics from East Coast
This 3540 feets in Alexander blow your crib to rubble
You pillowtalkin', kid, and snuggle so fuck you
I keep it underground, came like Ronnie pimpin'
Wonderin', when I'm on the scene my name on the blimp
REKS go wild on Kyo beats
My golden swimmin' island in hieroglyph sheets
It's deep, I sell abysses in the Benzes
I speak, the lyrics and scriptures script is
Peace sun, moon, star, all above the below
I'm readin' Walkin' Nation, shorty puffin' on the weed smoke
Deebo these foes, I'm a bully
Trillmatic snapback, Trillmatic hoodie

Verse 2: Ruste Juxx:

Shit, got these murda I wrote, Trillmatic
Straps, snapbacks, T's and sweats
Trillmatic, yeah, fresh to death
I'm talkin' V-necks, crewnecks, premium goods
Have a brother styled out when you see me in the hood
Straight outta Houston, home of the Screw
Rock this fresh apparel when you roam with your true
Gullible? suede with the logo enscripted
If you didn't signed up, you better go get enlisted
Ruste Juxx, I'm a MC roaster
Put my drink on the Trillmatic 3D coaster
Cop you a beanie when it's cold out
The wolven? label, yo, the whole stock sold out
My hat glow in the dark
Heads bop, brain spark when I'm throwin' a dart
Trillmatic, homie, that's my sponsor
Kyo on the beat, yo, this track is a monster

Verse 3: Skyzoo:

Trillmatic
With that fresh gear
Trillmatic, uh, could it be more, the shit that they reach for
Like diggin' in they waist pant and lettin' that BR's
And buildin' up a name brand from what that speaks on
Whether from a badge or whoever you read off
My 16s are, all o' the above on the lead-off
Like trying get a plug on a green card, it's all a commodity
Like bringin' the thought to me
If I give it along, as long as limousine doors
Fuck all the modesty
I'm Black Star, me stay property
Me still photography, me still lobotomy
The outcome of outside meetin' philosophy
And I done see that course piece of a lottery
I never went raw on a broad that wasn't wifey
It was a no-box good enough to let it bite me
I'm likely, in the rafters with 9 others
Keep the Trillmatic 'til the poem now run up, moafuckas

Verse 4: Termanology:

Fresh gear

Termanology, automatic, let's go
Flow vintage, most trillest, no image
Go getters, cold sentence, dope dealers
Fresh linen, lamb's wool and leather sweaters
Patton makers, risk takers, new inventors
When new in sentence and new endeavours, I'm cool as ever
By the pool in feathers, we flex in jacuzzi weather
Mass murderin' suspects who love checks
You heard me on Funk Flex, fuck whoever up next
I got bars, respectin' things you can't buy
New album is arm's high, industry, landslide
On the tracks, so praise the most lyrical
Rob your house like Blac Chyna had a kid wit' you
The most cynical, serial scratched off the pistol
And most of my material, Rosé Imperial
Now we at the burial, black suit down
Got your face on T-shirts and tattoos now

Verse 5: Conway the Machine:

With that fresh gear

Trillmatic, hah, yeah, look, look, ay look, look
Street shit, we still at it (Huh)
Trillmatic (What up?)
I peel cabbage when I dump steel at it (Brrr)
If I want trust me I will have it (Uhuh)
Told you I'm the Machine, fuck how you feel, faggot (Hah!)
Yeah, pack cookies and a Dutch (Smoke up)
Every city I go I got pussy I can fuck (What up, baby?)
Trust, you don't wanna push me, I am nuts
Quick to emptyin' this drum and make you pussy niggas duck (Brrr)
STK, I ain't come from the state
Glass of cold grapes, two locks, Mattel on my plate (I'm eatin' good, nigga!)
Hehehe, yeah, hunned dollar tip (Uhuh)
Machine gun, I hold the hunned in the clip (What's poppin', nigga?)
I hope one o' you pussy niggas tempt me (Uhuh)
I'm squeezin' this bitch 'til it's empty
Masked up, you don't know what I did
Get your snapback blew off your head
It's the Machine, mothafucka