BYOB trill battle
• Written by Content
Better things to do than listen to your loud chattering, forget rap advice you’re not a threat, a
crowd’s gathering better think twice about battling me you only got seconds left, you best protect
your crown, cause I am grabbing it then breaking your neck, a lot like an intelligent King in a movement
trying to build an Empire, chief in the kitchen and I’m trying to get that cookie dough, could you though? I
don’t see you in the shop You're not mixing anything up, you’re not doing a lot should be no problem
If you got the whip, so far from what I seen you’re not losing a lot of green, a body with no garden,
In this Contest people say Trill coming, I say all right, bring him in And see what
I do, He done told me something ill coming, well I took vitamin C,
And guess what, I’m Content and I don’t feel nothing, any problems I face I got the answer,
Skills nice like a new tech, kept it on the low like I’m black panther, try me and I will split you
Into two and make you think twice like you’re hesitant, it’s evident, I’m a real man, I’ll make
you learn that lesson with these bare hands and make you relevant, I am so far above you it’s
like I am Jabbar, give you the bair hook and show you your New Testament, You’re still on
Weak conspiracy theories, so they gotta give up on you, and leave you behind like a man in the wilderness
alI I ever see you speak are murder bars, what, you know nothing else but the set?
Just can’t rap about the world globe, you’re stuck in the net? Can’t be unique? Saying you always
catching bodies because you packing guns and puns, but that stuff weak, I stay calm when it comes to
Shackles because I stay with the heat, My past battles beside me I am never alone,
Never a clone, my fighting spirit never gone, Lyrics come from my brain like a temporal bone,
My game tight, I stay prepared like the kid from home alone, Y’all think my writing’s loud but, That’s just
the general tone, this what y’all been waiting for, Content vs Trill, this an anomaly, two
great pens battling, usually that is just politics, but see I’m not about that fake talk, So I’m gonna make
him lose his bark, y’all finally got Socrates Against Plato but he gonna need a doctor when I’m done
because I am fixing to body, He be trying to talk over me until I play mind games like I am Doom,
it’s like [the question] on his mind and never [the answer], I stay fighting crime day or night
I’m about to do a workout, pull your arm over your head and apply pressure,
move your wealth to my shelf, see how that chest move, I’m always five steps ahead of you,
I am not the one to be stepped to, how I be telling the truth, I’m a teacher,
so homie I’m about to teach you, Better yet I’m gonna test you, y’all think
he gonna get through here easy, nah this not kindergarten, no you can’t go to the restroom,
home and away I’ve swept you, got homes far away Like JetBlue, I stay fly like Griffin, get
the [clip] and [piss a ton] on your grave, I tell you don’t make me change my name to Ralph because
I will wreck you, marvel at this greatnesses, you know I’m a beast on any team like an X Men,
better than any other ex men, a genius calculating people lives,
adding digits to the equation like a calculator, I’m very clean, holy mind when pen is on
the paper I get to scripting more sacred writings than the Bible, challenge him for the throne,
Left his blood on my sword, I’m stronger than than your idol here, he’s sitting there idle, tell me, is this your king?!
He’s just George the 3rd, Be ready for this revolution, your execution shall be swift,
But say, I really doubt you be getting cash or carrying a strap, saying you be getting bags,
but I see none that got any weight, thinking you got multiple dimensions but you’re flat, fuck
your connections, I cut the wire easily, talking like you’re big but i don’t see what the news is,
Matching up against me, yeah they pick you so I can abuse this, got you stressing now, feel that knot on your back?,
Take a picture, Watch his head snap, then leave his body In the street so y’all know not to mess with me, your act
not impressing me, You should never be addressing me, I see a no heart in them words, pray for you R.I.P,
and when I check your songs I see no lyrical skill, just cynical drill of a mind long lost, it’s crystal clear that,
that mind is in the mill, But I’m fine, I’m going to live a long time, at eighty three, future and past
won’t be shaking me, cause I’ll exist in the current like the ocean taking me, But yo I got an
issue with the bracket, other side got good competition While I’m here with the bad, shit is like the earth
when Christ come back, This shit is BYOB not the apocalypse, I may be the best one here but that don’t
mean I have to be the savior, but if I’m giving Trilluminatii a new faith, I’ll send him to the best Pg, the pearly gates