I stay trapped in my head, waiting for my death
Take my final breath from this realm, this concrete jungle
I’m staying humble never looking for a royal rumble
Working in the soil, like a bumble bee
Floating on serenity, yes you see
It is me, that louie zico
Trapped in his iller mind with some killer rhymes
Never killing time cuz time is a blessing
Yet im stressing, so im putting more sess in my zoots
I’ve upset my essence im feelin that blues
But the blues and the cheese, it brings me to my knees
Ppending all my cheddar bunning holes in my jeana
Geeze, can I get a little bit of that sweet release that sweet release
Cuz the trees got me under the thumb theyre number one
Second to none, oh no, now
I don’t give a damn where ya coming from, these mans got the plans in our hands and we’re coming on strong, eyes to the skies, I, drop beats not bombs
I don’t give a damn where ya coming from, these mans got the plans in our hands and we’re coming on strong, eyes to the skies, I, drop beats not bombs
The concrete jungle, got me locked up in a cage
The lies that broadcast, got me pent up in a rage
The pressure got me burning up the weed in J’s
Energy is locked up, Sasquatch in a cage
Rattling bars, getting mad with the prison guards
Spit hard Bigfoot kill the prison guard
Split his head in half escaped from the prison yard
Barefoot in the woods, staring at the stars
Rearrange cranium make my own paradigm
Take the time to slowly grasp and grab a mind
Hammer rhymes, with the hidden subliminals
Stealing methods from them marketing criminals
Elevate the masses with a bass skank encore
Want more? You gotta rave for the bomb talk
Stomp on floor and show me your skank step
I don’t give a damn where ya coming from, these mans got the plans in our hands and we’re coming on strong, eyes to the skies, I, drop beats not bombs
I don’t give a damn where ya coming from, these mans got the plans in our hands and we’re coming on strong, eyes to the skies, I, drop beats not bombs
Eyes to the sky like wey aye not wey aye but why am I
Eyes rolling like I’m disdainful, two eyes have I a third brainful
Eyes on the horizon without trying the foresight of a forth eye that looks inwards
Through skin like x-rays can’t see tomorrow or the next day vexed mate
Eyes rolled like a joint, pierce straight to the point
I am looking beyond that, round corners full circle and back
I, eyes to the sky for a new formation
Can’t see passed the clouds pour rain it’s eyes like the makkem graff writer
Fuck rivalries hold tight eyes, Spite in mind full of rage
The eyes staring back out the cage upward
Eyes to the sky wey eye
Come down written in them
Eyes sinking but no words but clearly thinking
On the brink of a downpore, down some more and get vacant
All the eyes in a snake pit ssssss
It’s eyes to the house of gods I give praise
Begging for a sunny
Eyes that look glazed
I am stuck in a maze, stuck again
Eyes
I don’t give a damn where ya coming from, these mans got the plans in our hands and we’re coming on strong, eyes to the skies, I, drop beats not bombs
I don’t give a damn where ya coming from, these mans got the plans in our hands and we’re coming on strong, eyes to the skies, I, drop beats not bombs
Trinity Lo Fi was a groundbreaking 8-bit reggae hip-hop group formed in Newcastle UK. After dissolving as a group it has
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