XVI : Return of the Gods, by Tru Trilla (2024)

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Hook 1 – Tru TrillaWe star child’s children of the sun Without the wicked involved What would we become We won’t finish ‘til our job is done All in together now Together as one We star child’s children of the sun Without the wicked involved What would we become We won’t finish ‘til our job is done All in together now Together as one Verse 1 – Tru TrillaWe roll up the piff Bathe in the solar eclipse Download the information Apply it to diet and dip Make moves to add to the solar nation flaring outta’ the sun Let it begin our ancestors waiting to hear their names again The crooked try to hide it through the games of men But the sun light came blazing in Raise awaken them punish those who taking them from their true self Shut down your corporation Without holding a gun I’m just holding my sons Aiming in my light reflection right direction ‘Til the mission is done When you talk about greats you can be mentioning one Hook 2 – Tru TrillaWe star child’s children of the sun Without the wicked involved What would we become We won’t finish ‘til our job is done All in together now Together as one We star child’s children of the sun Without the wicked involved What would we become We won’t finish ‘til our job is done All in together now Together as one Verse 2 - ReksAmunRaPtah baby pa eye of Heru and Hetheru R, Eternal King StarChild of Asar Child of AsetSirius respectInterstellar fella’ I dwell a bitBeyond ReksOuterbody God highly awokeWon't fall victim to the okie doke nopeBars Asap dopeLie on my back and interactWith the sky people radius of pi equal hopes what l piecemeal divide reach youDivine steeple sometimes see youIf all's one am I seeing needles eye or the eyes needleHello ancients Ancestors I need youThe mind feebleGotta’ let the wise teach youTwice weekly gotta’ fast to at last see meThrough Nehast reaching levels of a RafikiDove into the cosmos like Mos to think deeplyPeace, Hotep, easyHook 3 – Tru TrillaWe star child’s children of the sun Without the wicked involved What would we become We won’t finish ‘til our job is done All in together now Together as one We star child’s children of the sun Without the wicked involved What would we become We won’t finish ‘til our job is done All in together now Together as one Verse 3 - Lakim ShabazzWe be the children of the sunY'all buildin' with the oneI magnetized the uncivilizedAnd I could ‘til a tonYou know of me then hushThe poetry is crushOrally I rush to the feeling of the drumWe walk around like we can't pull our pants upThey either got us face down or with our hands upYou wonder why I know the answerThey jealous we can stand outside in the sun without gettin' cancerAnd I control the glareLight from a solar flareUsed in Antarctica penguins and polar bearsKillin' it for funThe realist they ever comeThe children of the sun nowI spill it on your tongueHook 4 – Tru TrillaWe star child’s children of the sun Without the wicked involved What would we become We won’t finish 'til our job is done All in together now Together as one We star child’s children of the sun Without the wicked involved What would we become We won’t finish 'til our job is done All in together now Together as one

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Verse 1 - Tru TrillaHold up pa paYou moving too quick Don’t slip in that ka ka Guns like sci-fi Knock out your wifi Flatten your tyres flip your ba ha Everybody laughing like Ah ha I take two pull off the za za Smoking it all up like drive by Principal and codes are I abide by Y’all too late for the plate we like bye bye My loved ones and my family I die by Beat your ass twice third time I’m like why try We got guns long as Jay our bullets the size of ty ty Oh five la familia shoot up your top five drop rhymes and kill ya' Y’all chicken like poppies bad food bad move y’all not live Leave you lopsided on the black top top side We the real going against us is not wise Hit you right by the stop signHook 1 – Tru TrillaEnd the day Real fast real quick End the day Shut it down that’s it End the day Yeah wired your mouth End the day Knocked out laid out End the day Real fast real quick End the day Shut it down that’s it End the day Yeah wired your mouth End the day Knocked out laid out Verse 2 - Ruste JuxxBK with the ruggednessEmpty out the SK when you nugget glissShining like you need your head chopped offPut some co*ke on the trail throw the cops offMany men wish death on RusSo I broke the safety off and keep the scatter on bussYou get touched, like little kids around Woody AllenPerforming at The Roots when I'm live on Jimmy FallonThis is automatic fire, returned at oppositionFace shot him when he ran out of his ammunitionI'm hotter than Canola oil on the fireBig Vic, I been lit like Richard PryorBurnin' desire that put you in the boxBeat you bloody with my fist, then I hit you with the axeI merk rappers with my hands on the mic manLike a f*ckin’ mad truck when I strike, bam!Hook 2 - Tru TrillaEnd the day Real fast real quick End the day Shut it down that’s it End the day Yeah wired your mouth End the day Knocked out laid out End the day Real fast real quick End the day Shut it down that’s it End the day Yeah wired your mouth End the day Knocked out laid out Verse 3 - Julius Luciano of Shoe HangYeah! Shoe Gang is crazy I gotta’ warn ya’Whether you want the bars or the beef, I got it for ya’Watch how you move, every corner them cameras on ya’I’m from Long Beach Cali f*ckin’ hammer packin forniaI’m on edge like the styling gel that your bitch use Blicky got the magazine but they’ll get the issuesI bell with the pistols, send a shell through your tissuesI’m a ticking time bomb, you can tell by my lit fuseI been a rebel like Bobby Shmurda’s homieSkating to my goals, you can’t block me like a goalieMovin’ through the lanes with the roof missin’ in a drop top I call Ginóbili, I’m the opposite of phonyI come from a place where hella’ crime after darkSo I don’t give a f*ck about tryna’ climb up the chartsI got the sh*t that feeds your brain like I’m John Henrik ClarkeI don’t rhyme for the shine I just rhyme from the heart, right!Hook 3 - Tru TrillaEnd the day Real fast real quick End the day Shut it down that’s it End the day Yeah wired your mouth End the day Knocked out laid out End the day Real fast real quick End the day Shut it down that’s it End the day Yeah wired your mouth End the day Knocked out laid out

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Hook 1We came from the gutterAll we had was each otherThings looking up nowWe cleaned up the clutterEverything in order, in order just to hoverOver the bullsh*t, look out for one anotherWe came from the gutterAll we had was each otherThings looking up nowWe cleaned up the clutterEverything in order, in order just to hoverOver the bullsh*t, look out for one anotherVerse 1 I’m on a grind, even though it got rougherLost a lot of loved ones, you know it made it tougherAll the hate, plus the snakes I had enough ofYou either choose to make moves or just sufferThose who throw shade lame made just suckersFind yourself on the wrong side of the blade, it’ll cut ya’Knocked out in a daze, broad day in publicMovin’ sideways, not our way we never trust itIf it cost morals or integrity, we don’t touch itTalkin’ bout the outside, yeah they be duckin’Tell ‘em, yellin’ on their own like it’s nothin’We’re ego free over here man, you gotta’ love itHook 2 We came from the gutterAll we had was each otherThings looking up nowWe cleaned up the clutterEverything in order, in order just to hoverOver the bullsh*t, look out for one anotherWe came from the gutterAll we had was each otherThings looking up nowWe cleaned up the clutterEverything in order, in order just to hoverOver the bullsh*t, look out for one anotherVerse 2 Yeah I been through itYou been knew it I’m still goin’I’m not perfect but it’s worth it I’m still growingI learned a lot, what I got thankful for knowingTrust myself more, man it proves in what I’m showingYou know opinions leave and go like the wind blowingForever whatever fair, yeah my weather’s clearOver shine with loyalty, the hate was never thereI feel better my higher self overcame my fearsWhile the rest die hating, snaking on their peers,Moving weird for compliments, likes and sharesThey say they love you, in real life they never careWe move accordingly, they too watery to compareHook 3 We came from the gutterAll we had was each otherThings looking up nowWe cleaned up the clutterEverything in order, in order just to hoverOver the bullsh*t, look out for one anotherWe came from the gutterAll we had was each otherThings looking up nowWe cleaned up the clutterEverything in order, in order just to hoverOver the bullsh*t, look out for one another

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Verse 1 – Tru TrillaIn this hip hop profession Y’all barz in a recession No clues you lose, y’all just guessing Too much impressing ‘Til you trip bust your lip Learn a lesson Mic check one two testing Flow cave your chest in Respectfully get knocked out all you see is celebrities I spit heavenly While you rhyme on all fours to get yours lose your integrityOh you savage I civilized the average That’s my specialty bastard Go ahead write that check I bet you can’t cash it Slithering talkers Belly crawlers Your action will cost ya’ more than you could offer Y’all undercover officers Get your plain clothes dirty Trying to blend in y’all too nerdy and girly to get in Open mouth let’s see if the Forty fit in burst You could hate but the envy is worst Especially when it’s your loved ones it lower their worth Hook 1 - Tru TrillaThe flow beat ‘em up respectfully Unapologetically you not my pedigree It is what it is so just let it be Or die with your eyes open forever sleep The flow beat ‘em up respectfully Unapologetically you not my pedigree It is what it is so just let it be Or die with your eyes open forever sleep Verse 2 – Justo the MCBye bye, guy, it's J-FlyYou the muh' f*ckin’ man of the NYYou knew thatAll the bullsh*t that's stopping youBeen through that, So man upDudes was puzzled the way I ran upWith no piecesI'm from the bottom where no peace isPut that on the line like starched creasesWho dive deepest, I peep from the sea floorf*cka’ got doubts but like Al better be sureI reap more cause my heat raw, over your grillThat's a job well done, like I beat your scoreI'm more sure than I ever beenNo longer a pup, I'm a veteran Them heavy hitters let me inI laid low and respectfully whipped assBall in my court Imma' school 'em like gym classCreating casualties, casually steal lifeFreeze your whole frame like still lifeYou da man Hook 2 - Tru TrillaThe flow beat ‘em up respectfully Unapologetically you not my pedigree It is what it is so just let it be Or die with your eyes open forever sleep The flow beat ‘em up respectfully Unapologetically you not my pedigree It is what it is so just let it be Or die with your eyes open forever sleep Verse 3 - NapsNdredsLongest nightmare of your lifeYou never wake fromStay calm, don't fight me the inevitable napalmHey kids, scared money don't make no moneyAnd it's blatant, money was scared and he ain't gonna’ make itHe'll be alright, put some mud on the woundAnd some peroxide for the blood on his shoesA thug and a goonWas never called a bug a booSome of these rappers names be up Chuck KamalooProbably gettin’ butt f*cked for some oohs and ahhsWho's them guys, you know you gotta’ choose a sideDon't lose an eye, stay focused and rhymeThere's more important things to apply if you sit and learnBig nerds, talkin’ bout you get it out the mudMusky, ringworm or some crudThe flow beat 'em up like Gervonta DavisNow who deh pon yuh playlist just say this, respectfullyHook 3 - Tru TrillaThe flow beat ‘em up respectfully Unapologetically you not my pedigree It is what it is so just let it be Or die with your eyes open forever sleep The flow beat ‘em up respectfully Unapologetically you not my pedigree It is what it is so just let it be Or die with your eyes open forever sleep

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Verse 1 – Tru TrillaMic holders late night dice holders Outta’ this world flowers Planet travellers get to know us Galactic inner knowledge show us the hidden fragments Put it together like magnets Liquids, solids, gasses inside me Mind blood and body, protons, neutrons, electrons All varieties come together like your best rhymes Universal pipe bombGo over your head you get it in your next life time Trying to recite mines with the wrong intentions You’re not in your right mind No comprehension what I mentioned Enter dimensions at unseen distance billions of galaxies listenThe sound make the wicked take cover Vibrations of divine love we the children of the great mother Your foes taught you to hate each other You better get up you are the one who never let up for what Verse 2 - Trilly TrillsThe only one that can get it allKnow you gon' hold it down if a brother fallHittas better back upGot it packed upThey playing catch upNever stacked upBeen rocking for years without the fettiNow we at the table vibing to the BocelliMelting down cheese and egg in the spaghettiToo heavy, too steadyThey never readyTree and the papersAbout to pour the cake upTwo tall glasses one for each plate ofThe hand rolled pastaShorty go harder than a lot of you dudes you be impostersGot it all ain't gotta’ make a wishJordan Ones in the yoga pants with the swishReally feeling like a had to hit a lick nowI'm walking up the street whistling whistling

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Tru Trilla – Verse 1No joking around, soakin’ my rounds with vinegarPaper pulsing like blood on my heart, floatin’ to finish ya’Always the come up, the gun up in front of youNot one of you move, playin’ around with the paperMore than your life you lose , without the clues to save himEffed up his beehive, the way the shot fade himYou can tell by the smell the government paid himTo cause confusion, along with illusionsNo white sheets to cover the bruisesBroad day half a head oozingEff you conceited ass high priceCheap ass nigg*s, you’re outdone, out-gunnedDoin’ the same sh*t on the same slave shipLookin’ for a different outcomeHow come you swollen with insanityMy ego free y’all manuallyAnd stack annuallyDouble park nigg*s, better turn on your hazards.Get your head knocked off, with your door wide open you fa*ggotsVerse 2 - Flash & V Knuckles of N.B.S.FlashWallahi Six continents where the gods eat U-N-I A we learnt lessons fromMarcus Garvey Still blessing when sparking broccoliMisballahI shoot the missile and hit your car Imam give the wordSoldiers will lick you off Been a boss since birth Conquered earthAny block or turf I brought my worth And popped off work CMB the facility My squad is likes ofAny gangsta’ who’s after me Known to shoot it with accuracy V KnucklesYou hatin’ nigg*s smokin’ rock can get smacked for free But I ain’t Will Smith this steel grip will leave you cats deceased I run laps around ya’ raps wit’ a half a speech ‘Cause just eight bars they say the God came wit’ a master piece What you need half a P or a half a Key I been the plug out at Coachella selling ‘em packs a E! That was me, still cakin’ wit’ the gasoline, N.B.S. that’s the team Beantown, pass the GreenVerse 3 - Recognize AliYeah, a skilled assassinYou see I kill these rappers with some passion Every record I'm on I turn into a classicSo what's crackin’, this all iron body no plastic Father figure, nah f*ck it, I am father to you bastardsWhen disaster strikes nigg*s burn the facts of lifeI buss a rhyme it's joy every time I grab the micBeen passed the hype, who gave these rappers braggin' rightsI fled the dark now tread in the path of lightExtraordinary, line for line I'm number oneI ain't the type to shoot a nigg*, and after dump the gun Rec is known to dump for fun Give you suckers what you wantGorilla bang on my chest before I crush a bumNo joking aroundY'all know how I'm holding it downBig ass grin on my face, when I'm choking a clownRose from the groundAll my shooters toting the pound Got the respect that I deserveNow watch me go for the crown, Rec

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Verse 1I know you remember that Sergio Tacchini sweat suit splashing On the Blueberry tangerine Bo Jackson smashing Gaboo flow watch out I'm bout to Clark ‘em out You know so Playing spades before the deal Yelling out we going wheels Corrado with the BB’s Milano with the auto formsPiped out head rests CRX’ sJeeps wit’ da big box of speakers in the back Playing Public Enemy, Orange and white Civic with the five stars on its feet Looking like a Sunday melting while it's rolling down the street Playing “Sex me up” Color me Badd for a week Eldorado with the half a skull missing Neighbourhood raise the child Grandma hands touch your face made you smile But don't act grown or act fresh Them same hands beat your ass for acting wild Verse 2Good old days hand me downs and put aways Bee hive Caesers or low fadesFlat top Gumbies or corn roll and box braids The females, they kept it puff or laid long or short braids Pig tails big barrettes curly kits, mushroom Nice color beads made their hair stretch With the long short bangs Gold bangle big ear rings You know them dudes kept the BVD tank tops Pro Keds tooth picks in the mouths of old heads Yelling the bank stop, lil’ warriors doing reps While the girls on side walk jump a rope rope doing steps We playing tops in the lot by the building on leftShooting tennis balls in the gates playing basketball but our rims was crates The old ladies screaming crazy at the cops don’t mess with them babies you better not

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Hook 1 – Tru TrillaWe up Bright and early like day shift They stuck In the matrix their style basic Face it we out of this world The rhyme sacred Y’all rap like y’all eat paint chips Y’all ain’t sh*t Verse 1 – Tru TrillaLow Scully Flow hip hop Bubble goose rap Bring the truth back My rhymes seal up the loose cracks All you dummies got new clothes onBut your flow still bummy Couple dollars in your sockMissed your shot it’s no money Your style broke, your raps need a Go Fund Me It’s a DonnieHit him by the toll both like Sonny Blade wipe your face, made your nose runny Push you off the ledge Made him jump with no bungee Now your head a lil’ lumpy Cut the grass on them snakes Roll by there they go mash on the breaks on them fakes Don’t let them get too comfy The Forty chunky left ‘em slumpy Damn empty the clip my nerves jumpyYou rap junkies Need a fixed y’all cold turkey with the bars That means you’ll never make a hit bitch Hook 2 - Tru TrillaWe up Bright and early like day shift They stuck In the matrix their style basic Face it we out of this world The rhyme sacred Y’all rap like y’all eat paint chips Y’all ain’t sh*t Verse 2 – Yah RaBoy we up and it's stuck I don't give a whatPumpin’ up the Porsche truck with big bucksWinning out for dum luckYour click sucks nigg*s hella’Booty shoot you in your buttNow you runnin’ up the blockFix the crown up like King TutEmcees freeze up, seems stuck, tellin' me to ease upI'm like seven hundred horses on three trucksKeep up to the god demolishin’ the microphoneSub atomic spittas hang it like a dial tone clickSunken place rappers like quicksand, big bandsI’m dancin’ on the moon with my big bandsNigeria to FinlandTry to knock me down but I still standBusting at the kids so I zig zagLow vibrations never gonna’ get meYou ain't gotta’ hate ‘cos there's plentyFrom ten speed to ten keys it's the ten jet skisIn my lane part the game like the Red SeaHook 3 - Tru TrillaWe up Bright and early like day shift They stuck In the matrix their style basic Face it we out of this world The rhyme sacred Y’all rap like y’all eat paint chips Y’all ain’t sh*t Verse 3 – Tru Trilla Lyrical beat down’s a must One bar powerful than every word you cuss In other words you’re dust Your ashes we light it up Y’all ain’t as nice as us Every time we ate left leftovers on plate Y’all bite it up Can’t get high as us Even if you’ve smoked a pint of dust You still be normal with your crooked corn rolls Say high to the pronged long nose Hit you in your condo Bring the terror to your era You made a mistake Blood on your face Geraldo Rivera Flow clever as ever Yours never Don’t ever mention me y’all rap elementary Your style homeless bar beggers Get pop early morning shots Yelling like caps on all letters Meet the pall bearer in all endeavours Sit them in an electric chair now pull the lever Y’all faking with all that shine patent leather Hook 4 - Tru TrillaWe up Bright and early like day shift They stuck In the matrix their style basic Face it we out of this world The rhyme sacred Y’all rap like y’all eat paint chips Y’all ain’t sh*t

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Hook 1 We campaigned Break wack rappers’ necksYour career has had its last breath That style is corny That flow is a messOne in the head two in the chest Verse 1The bars blow torch flames, your brains scorch ya’ Hip hop serial killer, lyrical torture Assassinate your rhymes, one at time and taunt ya’ Can’t go to sleep at night, the style will haunt ya’Having you screaming for help man, yeah I warned ya For four minutes hold his head under water Oh sh*t, he pissed himself, he a goner The flow move in stealth, I revealed what I wanna’ Meanwhile y’all move foul, hip hop informantsBars got no life with that dead ass performance Act all surprised when we catch them out touring We up now, as soon we touch down we scoring We get it lit they catch a fit y’all boring One hit you can’t dip, now you’re snoring Out of your face excessive blood pouring You know them three bullets holes too big to be ignoring Hook 2 – Tru TrillaWe campaigned Break wack rappers’ necksYour career has had its last breath That style corny That flow is a messOne in the head two in the chestWe campaigned Break wack rappers’ necksYour career has had its last breath That style corny That flow is a messOne in the head two in the chestVerse 2 That’s not a wave that’s a rip tide You corn balls get zip tied I could’ve took your lid off, but you alive I just burned your beard off, your dead skin bringing flies Attracted to the filth in your rhymes Trying the feed the people and kill ‘em at the same time With the same lines flowing jittery scary rappers Clumsy deliveryThey waste time trying chase mines get no energy Yeah the opposite of winners, slow beginners Y’all rap like y’all wear glitter See through gowns with pink slippers A tall glass of piss sippers ball grippers Fronting wanting to be in all pictures ‘Tll the beef come play dumb now they dipping Whistling and skipping trying to turn up till turn up missing Body underground still twitching Last post can’t go live you missing in you in your mentions bones get to stiffen Hook 3 We campaigned Break wack rappers’ necksYour career has had its last breath That style corny That flow is a messOne in the head two in the chestWe campaigned Break wack rappers’ necksYour career has had its last breath That style corny That flow is a messOne in the head two in the chest

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Verse 1 – Tru TrillaThey on demon time it’s all a facade When they ‘bout to die the first name they calling is God Look in their eyes, the ignorance it’s all in their pride You can’t play both pick a side, or be victimized Bamboozle and hypnotizeGovernment won’t never sympathize No empathy to provide When you kill you die too So how many bodies you got besides you Go ahead think it through Either you’re righteous or devilish Clean it up or you dwell in it The life you apply would be your memory Just don’t be a puppet for your enemies Use your good energy To the highest number times that Where my warriors ready for combat I send a signal in the sky that imply where the gods at Too many turn overs turn on us we got the ball back It’s not a problem, about to solve that Hook 1 – Tru TrillaHold up, turn that down Pause that All this faking and fronting We don’t applaud that Yeah they sneaking and snaking They better fall back Everybody on demon time But where the gods at Hold up, turn that down Pause that All this faking and fronting We don’t applaud that Yeah they sneaking and snaking They better fall back Everybody on demon time But where the gods at Verse 2 - Guilty SimpsonSuperb slangI zoned out to a track and the words cameHow I'm livin' is a given like a birth nameI cashed out in rap and left the earth changeIt was worth payingIt was worth it allI did good for the fam before my curtain callThat's all I ever really wanted was to earn it allFor some, they deserve to fallFor others they weren't concerned at allThey had evil waysStill they put 'em in position that the people praisedAnd came up short, when they had to lead the wayNever thought I'd see the dayThat the front runners meet their fateBut it's here though, while they look in the skyPraying for a miracle stuck in hell on earthWallowin’ and pitifulThe most high's giving visualsOf what it is in the physicalHook 2 – Tru TrillaHold up, turn that down Pause that All this faking and fronting We don’t applaud that Yeah they sneaking and snaking They better fall back Everybody on demon time But where the gods at Hold up, turn that down Pause that All this faking and fronting We don’t applaud that Yeah they sneaking and snaking They better fall back Everybody on demon time But where the gods at Verse 3 - SkyzooWhere the Gods at ? Point to where we all at It’s drenched in every part of our name, you can’t forge that I can tell you ‘bout all the scars and what we brought back Only thing that I couldn’t tell you is what it costs black See I turned down deals to turn up honor You lucky enough to turn up a partner ? Call it a blessing Knowing I could turn to a martyr but didn’t stress it My aura turned into my armor, it’s like I’m vested The game got us connected But know I only put what really happened on a record So if me recollecting is part of the unexpected It says a lot about all the product that you be repping Catch me by the exit Counting everyone neglected, watching the parade die It’s champagne and confetti until the game‘s tied Then watch how all of that get called back right The real will always be the fought back type, word to God, rightHook 3 – Tru TrillaHold up, turn that down Pause that All this faking and fronting We don’t applaud that Yeah they sneaking and snaking They better fall back Everybody on demon time But where the gods at Hold up, turn that down Pause that All this faking and fronting We don’t applaud that Yeah they sneaking and snaking They better fall back Everybody on demon time But where the gods at

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Hook 1 - Tru TrillaWe double up on the stack Bubble up put some up then double back All my hustlers where you at We get in put it in like that If we lose it we get it right back Verse 1 – Tru TrillaGrind mode stuck on go We live this Everything business yeah not just showThey try to imitate but it’s not this flow You ain’t nice Harlem nights get shot in the toe Spared your life you could limp and hop to your bro You need gratification from others you phonies is slow I’m early up with it, yeah just an hour ago A few seconds talking how you admire the flow Stop playing y’all laying in your own piss and it shows We used to changed shifts for the Doe Broke day all nighters passing out that Joe Piscopo The wrist could go up Then fifth a blow Hook 2 - Tru TrillaWe double up on the stack Bubble up put some up then double back All my hustlers where you at We get in put it in like that If we lose it we get it right back Verse 2 - Trilly TrillsWhoa, Jesus Cristonigg*s talk a lot of sh*t when they piss poorIn ya’ crib like we came from the fifth floorLit it up inferno at your discoBang, burn baby burnFlip the kitchen table told you that it'll turnHit ‘em wit the gavel nigg* the court adjournedY’all not applying yourself this Big Worm, Big PermAbout to straighten it out thoughThe flow pure white they been getting that Alpof*cking wit’ Trills you be getting the PaltrowUncut raw from the top to the outro Hook 3 - Tru TrillaWe double up on the stack Bubble up put some up then double back All my hustlers where you at We get in put it in like that If we lose it we get it right back Verse 3 - Prince AkHustled and spent it frivolous Block moving ridiculous Haters watching they envious Gift to fiends St Nicholas Hand to hand I’m meticulousHelp you flip your stimulus Don’t care if you white black or indigenous Crystal clear with the vividness To the top we limitless Hustler showing wickedness Avoid it with the nimbleness They don’t want money they want to floss Went hand to hand everyday Stayed posted and got it off From housing to a loft The butters be hard or soft I’m pushing my own work Avoiding the double cross Hook 4 - Tru TrillaWe double up on the stack Bubble up put some up then double back All my hustlers where you at We get in put it in like that If we lose it we get it right back We double up on the stack Bubble up put some up then double back All my hustlers where you at We get in put it in like that If we lose it we get it right back

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Hook 1 – Tru TrillaWe execute the plan and build While they watch stuck just standing still Destroy your plot bloody on a battlefield Hidden agendas get revealed Verse 1 - Tru TrillaMagneto magnificent flower Your whole right side of your face l move it over Leave it hanging indecent exposure No explaining Your rhymes bleeding all over your mind, no composure Straining to find closure You’re fake dons with no lines, the con over Run him with the rover twelve times over Put his man head in the basket with thirty cobras Now pull up the cherry cola Don’t get your windows blown out be type calm Or the lyrics pipe bomb your hemi motor Leave it charred you smell the bars heavy gun powder odour Self power solar mic controller Ola meet the cold flow polar Two door knocks before the four pop Got out the way trying to short stop You should’ve stayed on the porch Ak with your lies Eyes wide open his jaw drop surprise Hook 2 – Tru TrillaWe execute the plan and build While they watch stuck just standing still Destroy your plot bloody on a battlefield Hidden agendas get revealed Verse 2 - Fly KwaMy swerve a lot different You heard that I’m trippin'They act fowl turn rappers to Jersey fried chickenHit the bomba bricks from Nicaragua I’m in the V.I.P. can’t sip the liquor I gotY’all nigg*z rhyming wordsI more into buying fursKeeping it real with y’all til the day I lie in dirtKwa just slide through ya' block like I’m moon walkingAll the women feeling ya’ boy they say I’m too awesome Y’all nigg*z ready for work I put the tools on 'emThese kinda’ beats right here I act a fool on 'emWhen I aim blast it sounds like a plane crashWit' money like Rockerfellas I could take ya’ Damon DashRight back to the spaceship My jams are def they can Roc NationsAnd the party just started I came to take the trash out and all y’all garbageHook 3 - Tru TrillaWe execute the plan and build While they watch stuck just standing still Destroy your plot bloody on a battlefield Hidden agendas get revealed We execute the plan and build While they watch stuck just standing still Destroy your plot bloody on a battlefield Hidden agendas get revealed Verse 3 - Tru TrillaLyrics on point wit’ the javelinMultiple hits got them staggering My pattern rocky like the rings of SaturnRise sun Ra the unknown is here Everywhere like an ancient vase You can’t have this world Give me my space Astral black cosmo dark chaos In order strings from the harp while the drums thunder Lighting set the wonders apart bodies of watersFrom endless seas splash with endless breeze Tthe gold lights up in the heart Transformation sparks life after death starts Highest to lowest depths animal domain Celebrate while the humans wept from lies under the rug Swept by the same place they slept You could keep your sleep give me my rest In the all I invest two hundred chakras in the earth crest, yes Hook 4 - Tru TrillaWe execute the plan and build While they watch stuck just standing still Destroy your plot bloody on battlefield Hidden agendas get revealed We execute the plan and build While they watch stuck just standing still Destroy your plot bloody on battlefield Hidden agendas get revealed

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Hook 1 We weed out the snakes Blade smack meat out your face Rib shot pop a bone out of place Stay dangerous we never stay safe Verse 1 Congratulations you the winner of nothing So what your flows suck y’all punks be fronting Snake all they do is crawl So we grab ‘em by the tail while they yell and smack they heads against the wall That’s all get stomping Carve your pumpkin Then put in the trunk Before the car get sunken Magneto get the chips Like Frito when I rhyme one sniff of my lines Have you leaning like P dope Magnetized your whole rhythm To the root of the square Take your metal outta’ of your Montclair Like yeah Lame bounce you want a ounce I want the whole kilo You not on my levels Tito I’m up here you way below New jack smoking your own crack Like Nino a G with no money A dope fiend with broken needlesWithout John Lennon and Paul it’s no Beetles Target in sight send they azz twenty torpedoes Hook 2 We weed out the snakes Blade smack meat out your face Rib shot pop a bone Out of place Stay dangerous we never Stay safe We weed out the snakes Blade smack meat out your face Rib shot pop a bone Out of place Stay dangerous we never Stay safe Verse 2 Your homie a clown your town hate you You rhyme bozoUnpaid actors take two face shots from the Four Four you could keep your fake watchFuitcake promo male divas rappers Y’all look sus’ in the photos Lord of the ring skinny jean Froto Pocket book crooks pastor They used them to change the look bastards That's sh*t foul without the free throw Short cut dudes don’t get it they want cheat code Forget it One shot pop ya’ chemist Chemical inhalers I’ll make both eyes swell upMake a group go soloPermanent silenceWack dudes no mo’ hom*o Stab your stylist, cut your logoMurder your tailor Knock you out on live for telling Then go drown in your cellars Go pro the bullet blade impale ‘em Squeeze never pull it breathe Exhale slow though Watch it in slow mo You think I wouldn't oh noHook 3 We weed out the snakes Blade smack meat out your face Rib shot pop a bone Out of place Stay dangerous we never Stay safe We weed out the snakes Blade smack meat out your face Rib shot pop a bone Out of place Stay dangerous we never Stay safe

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Hook 1Yeah they play like they’re invisible Invincible no morals where your principles What you stand for what’s the cause you fight Those who couldn’t answer lost their lifeYeah they play like they’re invisible Invincible no morals where your principles What you stand for what’s the cause you fight Those who couldn’t answer lost their lifeVerse 1Flow cold like the hawk outYeah yeah It’s a blizzard don’t walk out You was faking by the police station yeah yeah But got knocked out in the court house Yeah Every time I rhyme it bring Newark out Yeah Check the money twice ‘cause some don’t count You could tell by the style I don’t cloutYour army full of pill heads, your generals smoked out Yeah yeah They think they invisible Moves minuscule weak individuals They burned out Copying flows straight turned out You reap what you sow it won’t work out It’s bigger than music with your lingerie rhymes Open blinds We see right through it Yeah With no cause attached so you blew it Just a fraud playing it off Man we knew it Yeah Hook 2 Yeah they play like they’re invisible Invincible no morals where your principles What you stand for what’s the cause you fight Those who couldn’t answer lost their lifeYeah they play like they’re invisible Invincible no morals where your principles What you stand for what’s the cause you fight Those who couldn’t answer lost their lifeVerse 2 Stop acting like you spit that fire Y’all undercover cops with flip flops yeah your words be wired No face on the flyer your flow they admire Later on now they want your empire click hoppers Style vampires baby turd poppers Their case sealed must have took a proffer Thought it was safe ‘cause your name redacted We been knew it was you now your brains is smashed in, bastard Yeah yeah Your moves been revealed Could’ve got hit twice before you moved to Brazil, that’s real Yeah yeah Two views on your reel ill Lost your appeal they made you a meal for real Fighting for the people you told on You know the same paper that you wrote on You set ‘em up for the kill his little brother lost his mother in the raid You don’t how that feel, for real Hook 3 Yeah they play like they’re invisible Invincible no morals where your principles What you stand for what’s the cause you fight Those who couldn’t answer lost their lifeYeah they play like they’re invisible Invincible no morals where your principles What you stand for what’s the cause you fight Those who couldn’t answer lost their life

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Hook 1 - Tru TrillaTake him to the roof, let’s see how fly he isHating backstabbers, been hating a lot of yearsWe got him hanging upside down in the airBefore we let him go, we let him know y’all outta’ hereTake him to the roof, let’s see how fly he isHating backstabbers, been hating a lot of yearsWe got him hanging upside down in the airBefore we let him go, we let him know y’all outta’ hereVerse 1 - Tru TrillaNo integrity, yeah, all they want is the badgeJust to sh*t on their own, flaunt and just bragI send you ten shots leave you stuck with the tagYour wounds will never heal, you’re stuck with the scabsSores all over your body, puss*n’ out badFlow is sewer water, your rhymes are trashHip hop account is negative, your rap’s overdraftMoney is your God, they sacrifice you over cashDestroy your legacy, kick dirt on your backYeah they love the bag, ‘til they get put in oneReal losers lose, then they act like they wonTryin’ to forget about the past, not knowin’ your future’s done Hook 2 - Tru Trilla Take him to the roof, let’s see how fly he isHating backstabbers, been hating a lot of yearsWe got him hanging upside down in the airBefore we let him go, we let him know y’all outta’ hereTake him to the roof, let’s see how fly he isHating backstabbers, been hating a lot of yearsWe got him hanging upside down in the airBefore we let him go, we let him know y’all outta’ hereVerse 2 - Prince AkTell them corny ass rappers to bounce Get out here go up top Bite his ear right in front of his peers Example made clear They been back biting for years These ninjas is back biters I’m double clutching my gears Carry swords buccaneers We beheading these puppeteers While they try pullin’ strings We play chess with nigg*s' fears Taught to love my brothers say f*ck the other side You never got any paper your rhymes is full of lies Tote glocks sold clips we started the two for five‘s Shut the whole hood down and they plotted on our demise On point with the third eye these guys be C I’s We gonna take them to the roof for minding our B IHook 3 - Tru TrillaTake him to the roof, let’s see how fly he isHating backstabbers, been hating a lot of yearsWe got him hanging upside down in the airBefore we let him go, we let him know y’all outta’ hereTake him to the roof, let’s see how fly he isHating backstabbers, been hating a lot of yearsWe got him hanging upside down in the airBefore we let him go, we let him know y’all outta’ here

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Hook 1 - Tru TrillaWe drop jewels Y’all just wear 'em Talk about your imaginary pies that you selling Got your phone camera out But nobody ain’t telling Fake felons, the Feds come now they yelling Verse 1 - Tru TrillaWe hover over your wack lines With open topics Your skimpy bottle flow You closed top it I pack mines with the yellow open tops Bag pipe rappers get shot in their kilt Bragging on the wack rhymes they spilled What a mess This only built for my real ones Flow compressed Place your bet cut the deck now deal some Twenty one black bats smacking your snap back You out cold you feel numbRemorse we feel none Wipe my hands like that’s that And you can’t get the strap back We fight for the people While they in line at Gucci With make up on these lames is coochie Overrated outdated sushi On the mic you haven’t heard flow so tight since Juicy These rappers eff they life up Buying followers and views just to get their likes up You could tell when you the hear the real They ain’t like us Hook 2 - Tru TrillaWe drop jewels Y’all just wear 'em Talk about your imaginary pies that you selling Got your phone camera out But nobody ain’t telling Fake felons, the Feds come now they yelling We drop jewels Y’all just wear 'em Talk about your imaginary pies that you selling Got your phone camera out But nobody ain’t telling Fake felons, the Feds come now they yelling Verse 2 - Prince AkRemember Akbar pray, he told you the game deadThe street’s on code red, nigg*s workin’ for the FedsThey said mutha f*ck jail, next nigg*' in my bedGot my son in the room while my wife givin’ headNow you all in your head from the time that was saidHundred twenty on the cot, my chick gon’ spend my breadI’m about to lose my jewellery and my car and my houseMy chick on the side, my son and my spouseHow the f*ck did this come about somebody ratted me outI ain’t goin to trial, a nigg*' ain’t coppin’ outThe boys pay half a bill, work for them if you squealGet your lavish livin’ back when you sign for the dealFeds applying pressure, the sh*t done got realco*ke found in a dresser, rifle it was concealedCat let out the bag, the truth it was revealedYou told on so and so, on a connect from Brazil Hook 3 - Tru TrillaWe drop jewels Y’all just wear 'em Talk about your imaginary pies that you selling Got your phone camera out But nobody ain’t telling Fake felons, the Feds come now they yelling We drop jewels Y’all just wear 'em Talk about your imaginary pies that you selling Got your phone camera out But nobody ain’t telling Fake felons, the Feds come now they yelling Verse 3 - Juxx DiamondzNothing about you real like the views on ya’ youtubeI can see the bitch in you like Common versus Ice CubeI start sh*t and spark sh*t like a car fuseKicked the doors on this industry you know that I can’t loseLive what you live and mean what you sayThe sun will come out tomorrow you won’t make it todayYou be claimin’ you’re outside but you was never there to playYou was never ridin’ boys ‘n da hood nigg*' you TreySwingin’ in the air but don’t miss your opportunity Kill sh*t like kiss body on your eulogyThis is natural second nature this nothin’ new to meWolverine weapon x yo i got that mutant geneThese rap guys spit rap lines on mob ties, they all liesYou never sold pies in your lifeCriticize what decide put end to your lifeJuxx Diamondz I f*ck you up from the butt of my knife Hook 4 - Tru TrillaWe drop jewels Y’all just wear 'em Talk about your imaginary pies that you selling Got your phone camera out But nobody ain’t telling Fake felons, the Feds come now they yelling We drop jewels Y’all just wear 'em Talk about your imaginary pies that you selling Got your phone camera out But nobody ain’t telling Fake felons, the Feds come now they yelling

It may have been over two years in the making, but New Jersey rapper Tru Trilla has crafted a rare masterpiece in the shape of new album “XVI : Return of the Gods”.

The long time affiliate of Naughty by Nature, Lords of the Underground and 050 Boyz group member has gathered together a stellar line up of guest featured artists and producers for what is the much anticipated follow up to the classic “God of Barz”, released almost exactly four years to the day in 2020.

As before, the Newark veteran pulls no punches. Bullish and uncompromising, the themes are addressed with the heart of a lion and a bold swagger, the intense energy fuelled by a passion for the cause. This time however, the action is spread further afield.
With original foot soldiers still flying the flag for the Garden State, Chicago and Barcelona, the legion has been bolstered by additional recruits bearing heavy artillery from California, Detroit, New York, Florida, Canada, Japan and the UK.

Where ‘God of Barz’ set a highly impressive early marker, the new album is its natural successor. The range of production styles raises the levels on again while retaining the original essence. Fanning the flames with high grade octane, the fuse is lit on a diverse and powerful soundtrack for a blockbuster of fierce bars, slick rhymes and gritty lyricism delivered by some of hip hop’s most renowned verbal technicians at the top of their game.

Robust beats and turntablism from the multi credited Tone Spliff, Jamal Nueve, LG Roc, Frost Gamble and DNA Beatz build the foundations while contributions by Ramson Badbonez, Four Limbs, Sumerio Square and Tru himself add the veneer.

A potent and inspirational rallying call to arms, answered in kind by serious lyrical operatives priming their targets.

Decorated vets and fresh prize fighters stand side by side with a salvo of dexterous flows and masterful wordplay at the ready. Where Tru sets the agendas, all pile in with their own distinctive take on affairs. Loyalty, betrayal, ethnic heritage, cultural origins, injustice, political corruption, community, family, aspirations, musical legacy and the code of the streets are all stared straight in the eye and dealt with accordingly.

Whether the raucous funk laced “No Joking Around” featuring N.B.S. and Recognize Ali, the rugged boom bap of “End the Day” featuring Ruste Juxx and Julius of Shoe Gang, or the hard hitting “Sun Rays” featuring Reks and Lakim Shabazz, straight bangers are in abundance, but so too is the recurrent switch in dynamics.

Sublime ferocity complimented by the pathos of “Respectfully” where Tru, Justo the MC and NapsNDreds share the pearls, and the stream of consciousness delivered in customary style with Skyzoo and Guilty Simpson in “Turn That Down” are just two of the broader elements on display, delivering a fully rounded and sophisticated piece of work for the wider palate.

Supported by a cast of shining lights, Tru rubber stamps his own character and authority throughout a mesmerizing showcase of formidable mic skills. Hard wired to the core is his own identity, a manifestation of his beliefs and values. Artistic evolution without surrendering integrity maintains the standards, that’s the criteria.

Objectives met and then some, the results are compelling. A magnificent offering served as a feast of prime cuts for the hip hop gourmet to devour. The definition of class, welcome to the real.

Released through New Dawn Records

released May 31, 2024

Lyrics written & performed by Tru Trilla

Additional lyrics written & performed by Reks, Lakim Shabazz, Ruste Juxx, Julius of Shoe Gang, Justo the MC, NapsNdreds, Trilly Trills, N.B.S., Recognize Ali, Yah Ra, Guilty Simpson, Skyzoo, Prince Ak, Fly Kwa & Juxx Diamondz

Produced by LG Roc, Frost Gamble, Tone Spliff, Four Limbs, Jamal Nueve, Tru Trilla, Ramson Badbonez, Sumerio Square & DNA Beatz

Additional cuts by Tone Spliff

Executive Producers Tru Trilla & UrbanElite Productions for N.D.R.
Mixed by M.O. Sound Group
Mastered by UrbanElite Productions
Album Front Cover Artwork by Paul Smith Design (Glasgow)

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