Blak Madeen & Tragedy Khadafi - Trials and Tribulations lyrics

[Verse 1: Tragedy Khadafi] Yo, salute me, I'm in a major x Penetrate like a shank through the data-bank Prone to injure ya, known to administer Jones the emperor On a throne to the bone, I'm sinister What the streets is missing, the beat is victim The only outlook they certain is grief stricking I speak with wisdom, dedicated (?) Exquisite and bold Frigid and cold is the timid I scold Fight to live without using my hands To get physical and an*lytical Your man's critical Third eye perception, extra (?) All eyes against me evidently With the discredition I play it sensibly Let the mind reflect with a moment declare Hopelessness and despair, the Capone that fills the air The realness spill for this shake muscular Cut to the chase, wait, rather stray for the juggler [Hook: Tragedy Khadafi] Allahu Akbar, God is great Trials and tribulations, it's hard to escape We move as a unit, united as one To become victorious once the fighting is done [Verse 2: Blak Madeen] I see 'em burn Qur'an and m**m corpses They lock or brothers up without habeas corpus Imperial forces hold 'em body parts They thirsty for blood so the party can start The new age of crusaders on newspaper pages I read 'em and weep, they raping teenagers (?) God bless the martys who dying with honor They co*ked and bombed mad innocent people In the market shopping, what's the root of all evil? It says money in the book, Yosemite The true identity, ain't no trinity I read the New Testiment, and gave it up for then Allahu Akbar, there ain't no mystery And our history is written in blood For the love of Allah some brothers died in the mud [Hook] [Verse 3: Tragedy Khadafi] Multiple styles I come through with lines, the game is blazing Hot like cation, two-five invasion Lyrical threat laying in Tibet with two Malaysians Malaysia move triad style like I was Asian On occasion, idolize my rap pageants In my own lane for the throne, my zone staying Beastmode discreet with heat disclosed Hannibal accomplished the way I beat my foes Never set trip, never been locked for no domestics Model for rap, I spit lines that's anorexic Let's just stop the gossip, words is toxic Lyrical profit, 41st outta my projects Quiet as kept, my guerillas rep to the d**h Right over left, safe to say I never slept Eyes open, the streets wanna know if I'm holding Hit the game like, media is exploding chosen On my grind while the rest of y'all nod of dozen [Hook]