Sinister Valley - Trifolium

All those broken promises are gone to waste
Still chasing the monster locked in my mother’s basement
Part lost cause, part stuck patient
You’ll ready my dna one day and you’ll see that a King’s made this
The scene needs rearrangements
Taught me how to speak to strangers
They call it the pit of danger
Lock it, cock it and beginning the spraying
Sinister Valley coming on your least of favorites
Leave you in the mist of what your blazing (Wha)
Scripting cuts for the snut films that we’re making
If there’s grass on the field punk, then there’s snake then
Come let’s play then
Y’all don’t even know the trap set
Treat the rapping like it’s fashion
When y’all sporting the clothing that you’ll wear in your caskets
Sicker than your average nigga
Hear my tape it turn into a habit nigga
Non giro da solo ho una squadra accanto Bronson al mio fianco, Lozzy altrettanto
Io che ti parlo dici non sento, ascolti la Valley c'e stato un decesso
Perche facciamo morire gente un po' qua e la'
Mentre nella tua musica sento solo ''bla bla bla''
Ti sto dietro come un ombra poi ti accascio come un'onda
Voi siete come il Titanic si quella nave che affonda
Dovete capire che io son nato per rappare
Sono internazionale, soprattutto son capace
Zero imitazioni zero fake
You should understand that for you I have just hate (Yes) uhh
Solo odio per questi babbi che non han capito che qui siamo stanchi
Di sta musica brutale. Sti trapper fan' cagare
Listen (Check)
It doesn't matter where my heads at
I dead cats in every sense
Feline remenents and gash residue on my Vetements
Better than...
Fuck that
Slicker than your typical
Second nature ease to ridicule when you lack skill
Got these new kids stuck and impaled like a cactus
Stepped back but stayed active by the day
I used to ask em out to play
Now they acting kinda strange
Who the fuck are we?
Who let the dogs out to chew the limbs off of our kids?
Still Juice Robinson slick when I set it off
(Set it off?)
Set it off like a selection box
Still repress all infectious thoughts til depression spawns
Kinda makes me feel again
I'll carpet bomb your team of 10
Now its strictly bout the C.R.E.A.M again
Break kids like public schools
You're nothing I'm above you dudes
Scene reeks of back hash and rubbish fumes
And number 2s
(Ew)

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Sinister Valley

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