Mr Trials

[Chorus] "Mr Trials" "Rockin' the place" "You ain't–you ain't gonna get certified, respect" "Simply, can't touch the verse" "It's the Funkoars kid" "Mr Trials" "Rockin' the place" "You ain't–you ain't gonna get certified, respect" "Simply, can't touch the verse" "It's the Funkoars kid" [Verse 1] Don't you know the name already? It's Mr Trigga Flip lyric in this figure and fashion with a knack And talent for grabbin' and snappin' your Adam's apple, I will So it's skill or be skilled, that's just the way that I feel So I'ma let the beat drop, fuck a beatbox I'd rather spit on these beats and clean MCs up like Detox Creep in Reeboks, my file is extensive A criminal record for melesting pens and pencils The Funkoars, work on MPCs till late The only breaks that I take are from the records I rape It makes no sense to fight back, I brag on tracks So off wax I can treat women like price tags Now that's that, while you testin' me With no skill, toys, accessories are sold separately My flow feels iller than your quickest [?] The arrogant fuck you love to hate [Chorus] "Mr Trials" "Rockin' the place" "You ain't–you ain't gonna get certified, respect" "Simply, can't touch the verse" "It's the Funkoars kid" "Mr Trials" "Rockin' the place" "You ain't–you ain't gonna get certified, respect" "Simply, can't touch the verse" "It's the Funkoars kid" [Verse 2] Ayo, I booze up with crew until we hit the floor Now you can call me dumb but my favourite drink is yours So when I'm at the bar, cold, drownin' in drinks [?] with a rack, I ain't buyin' your shit To the so-called "battle rappers" act like you ain't heard of me The chance of that happenin' is like [?] servin' me I roll with the dudes you did in a fight Pillagin' mics [?] shows if you ain't killin' it right With techniques to bruise beats complete when I speak My speech what broke down peace in Middle East, uh Christopher Reeve beats cripplin' your tape decks A negative fuck that's only positive in AIDS tests You know the style's certificially dope For the same amount [?] double who don't So I suggest you spit it out, now swallow your pride And tell your girlfriend to give me a call [Chorus] "Mr Trials" "Rockin' the place" "You ain't–you ain't gonna get certified, respect" "Simply, can't touch the verse" "It's the Funkoars kid" "Mr Trials" "Rockin' the place" "You ain't–you ain't gonna get certified, respect" "Simply, can't touch the verse" "It's the Funkoars kid" [Verse 3] Your vocals need a touch up, fuck-face, the drunk mate's brakes In the pads, programmin' slammin' drugs for rappin' And it's happenin' when Funkoars are rockin' a spot We make you have second thoughts like you're watchin' a clock So understand we have plans to execute slick manoeuvres On cats takin' cheap shots like Happy Hour shooters My new moves–fuck them! They spit nothing 'Cause they couldn't respond if they were given written instructions Let me tell you somethin', I ain't happy With the way I see you stepped on, get stepped on, but I'm about Dashin' out the flame with any over hyped open night Soft shit, we rock this like Hilltop and Hospice Kooks holdin' it down, gankin' and holdin' the crown [?] are stained, like paint the trains So save your brain and don't engage in freestyles Signin' off, motherfucker [Chorus] "Mr Trials" "Rockin' the place" "You ain't–you ain't gonna get certified, respect" "Simply, can't touch the verse" "It's the Funkoars kid" "Mr Trials" "Rockin' the place" "You ain't–you ain't gonna get certified, respect" "Simply, can't touch the verse" "It's the Funkoars kid"