Rza - Triumph Freestyle lyrics

[Crisis Corleone] Learned a lot of sh** I didn't care to know Been shown a lot of things, but I pick and choose what I show Can't grow, if you wanna keep the weeds around Can't appease rats, if you're trying to keep some cheese around Careful what you say, and who the f** you speak around Cause when you fall, they gon' celebrate you being on the ground They rather see you in a grave, than to see you paid Rather say you ain't real, than to admit they're fake They're Plate watching, like a umpire But with me one strike, after that, then it's gun fire Second chances, only help em' plot your d**h better Catch you while sleeping, and they'll turn you into a bed wetter ....berrettas solve whatever problems they pose Sip amarettos, chill in chancletas with hoes n***as eating with they foes, that's shopping at Trader Joes with em Safe and sound, k**az surround me like Bose system I rose different With morals values and principals n***as think we twins, we ain't nothing identical If it's f** me, then expect the reciprocal Come at me sideways, I'm clapping from my perifial Gats, scratched off serials, trigger finger itching Put j**els in my music, because stick up kids is listening Over your head, it wasn't made for your comprehension Real n***as decode the messages that I be giving Corleone, I'm nicer than Jamaican weather From the pulpit, back to the bullsh**, Mason Betha Ughhh!!!....I don't play bout my cheddar I have the goons hopping out like the Foot Clan, did for Shredder Your best is my worst, I'm only getting better Had your b**h, on my dick before I even met her You hating on me, only made her interested You telegraph, when you pa**, so I intercepted Except it, I'm that n***a that you wish you was Like Foot Locker workers, everything offical cuz The b**h you was, contradicts your G' today Standing with real n***as, don't mean it wash your sins away Maaf**az got the game twisted Who you're riding with, don't mean your lane shifted You're still the same s**a, that you been slime I just call it how I see it, FaceTime n***as history, tell you why they a b**h to me I'm in they a** like edemas, cause n***as never sh** to me If you ain't real, I don't expect you to feel me thou But if you fake, I bet you wanna k** me thou I purposely be sh**ting on you homie At the dice game, I'm Goldie, to you Mr. Pretty Tony's Your b**h chose me... But can you really blame her Shorty was wilding.. my dick's a b**h tamer