Meet The Family
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[Verse 1 - Trials]
Obese, work on beats, with no sleep.
Stand tall on both feet,
'Till we start to stagger.
My grandma (---MISSING LYRICS---),
And take it back and you're forgivin'.
Listen,
That's what I'ma do when your crew drops an album.
The difference is, mine's sick as fuck and yours ain't even out yet.
Trials wanna, drink with a death wish,
My kind of investment's a rich bitch pregnant.
We down for the cause, Pegz and 'Oars.
You wanna find us when we're drinkin'
You better check the floors.
See I'm, drunk and disorderly,
I outta be in a room, that's padded like the passage through a period womb.
Doin' shows for chump-change,
Thanks fuck I'm too fat, fashion parades and alpha fame.
The only reason that I said that, is to get the bread back,
Poured out all the prime like packs that get sent back.
[Verse 2 - Pegz]
Sampler beat up like a man with a cleaver,
Standin' between the mic and a hand full of cheeba,
Used to, battle for peanuts with glandular fever.
Now I, walk the streets like a man with amnesia.
This is my fam', I've got love and respect,
You ain't fuckin' with sets, when Reflux's on the decks.
Big-Trials with the freestyles jump on your chest.
Resuscitate your soul, Fuckin' with Pegz.
Nothin' compares, disrespect the Oman,
Better, check your head then protect your scrotum.
Cause we, (---MISSING LYRICS---)
Now we're, all in like Texas Hold 'em.
We put food on the table, and opened eyes,
We put crew on the label, and pulled the lies.
We put truth down the cable, we showed our lives.
Real Hip-Hop, I love you like an only child.
[Verse 3 - Honz]
We come together like a Christmas dinner,
Obese fans, Suffa speaks slams 'till it's off the rictor.
The 'Oars and Pegasuses connect like Slick-Rick,
(---MISSING LYRICS---)
Pure negligence, And we ain't blown yet,
So they ain't seen our sets 'till this countries tone deaf
I write rhymes like an obituary,
And turn the other cheek on whack rappers
Like I switch their sex back to missionary.
Obese family, 'Oar's the drunk uncle,
Sleazy with the gin 'till I give the stink knuckle.
I'ma, send these new new jacks,
Packin' back to boot camp,
To polish up their skills and take it back to the boom bap.
My crew,(---MISSING LYRICS---)
These faggots just make me look better,
So I ain't mad at 'em.
I send 'em packin' with a punchline,
Obese crew, we keep it pure, so don't infect the blood line.
[Verse 4 - Sesta]
Yeah,
Old timers their lease is up, fuck 'em.
(---MISSING LYRICS---)Jesus Christ, nothin'.
But a bunch of mother fuckers that sound like another bunch of mother fuckers.
It's easy to see Obese' the elite.
Me, and Pegz,
We drink draft,(---MISSING LYRICS---)
I reckon that's half of their rep.
You better halfen that step,
You got a death wish,
It looks like a faggot is hangin' off that necklace.
Since me and T were dreaming up plans in DC.
Of being amended, we proceeded.
We're to find the new kind of style,
(???) was left behind in bed.
We're the rival sign,
That got it blind,
The family is certified.
(---MISSING LYRICS---)
You can't rhyme while your girl is mimin' every word of mine.
Plus, you couldn't get a third of my, blood-line, is deep.
Peace.
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