Trials - Soylent Fuchsia lyrics

[Commentary: Sesta and K21] Oh my god! Ohoho? Oh my god! Ohoho! We the future! This is no longer Soylent Green! This is Soylent Fuchsia. It's my man K21, and my man Trials. Put it down, one time, hit it up! [Hook] [Verse 1: K21] We got the big beats, sixteen, they like what you seen? You play or intervene, I'll make you chase another dream Probably party with some beauty, faded off the Soylent Green, but If she ain't a looker, I still take one for the team (mattock!) K'll erase your fate and razor blade your limousine And f** an eavesdropper, always say it like I mean It's a bully who be swarming your parade with k**er bees Never take a breath; I breathe through the tainted melody Always coloured in black, how I paint it in the street You're never f**in' with that, bring the pain in every crease Sometimes utter and cra**, how it's hated how I be But the flavour is unique, so we make it and you feed (It's people!) Danger in the chain, but chained up by their feet Still, I'm masterin' the art, although I'm slavin' on a beat The rhythm just got pissed and so I lay her down to sleep And in the morning, I don't wait until she wake before I leave [Hook] [Verse 2: Trials] Now the food is from France, and the girls? [?] T'll put you in your place, and I don't mean real estate Even pay the bills every couple f**ing months 'Til I'm pointin' to the sky, show them what the f** is up (Golden Era!) In the place and ransacking your groubles Me and Moose make it up with Terminator pupils so (Come with me if you want to live) Nah, scratch that, come with me if you want this spliff I'm in the hatchback, rolled on up, stink of Difflam While you're at the festival, tryin' to spot them wristbands My appetite for smashing mics is tremendous Grain loops for breakfast, gout like I'm Genghis 'Til I'm out like [?] Star Licks Landed on the planet to pop the rims off your T.A.R.D.I.S Now, even for a bargain, never barter with a piece of sh** That piddled in their own bed and didn't wanna sleep in it [Hook] [Verse 3: K21 and Trials] I'm bringing braggin' back with a battleaxe while they nanna nap Featherweight, I'm Manny Pac while you're crashin' like cataracts I ain't havin' that in my habitat when I touch brakes Or turn a motion picture to a snuff tape, you cupcakes A honey, sweet and sour, on a tune, never flawless I move like I'm lawless and never write a suitable chorus With a drone orchestra, the haunted fortress, debaucherous Horde of authors sport an aura that'll make Susanna board us Oh, thank you! If you ever stuck in the vacuum In space and you slip from the ship, then I'll catch you (Word!) Case you build a statue for my therapist I made the whole crowd play imaginary pheromones Nope, there's no comparing him to anything that's ever lived That's even close to a relative of modern medicines Dad's not creepin' in the house to play Black Ops You need to take a seat over there - I got them chat logs (Oh, I wouldn't wanna be, um... oh boy) [Hook] [Outro]