Artist: D-Sisive f/ Instinct Album: J.A.C. EP Song: Trials and Tribulations Typed by: bodyrott@fut.net Crib notes fell out of your pocket, speedwalking from lost battles Your soul fled the spot, but physical caught in shackles Poison in your apple, turn your princess to my mistress Verbal fitness landing where my fist is Your only witness was blinded with alert With the verse I make the world orbit in reverse You run fast when your eyes catch me taking off my pen cap Drill a hole in your middle and place your skin on a coat rack Release spit fire, unleash causes decease Cut out your own Adam's Apple and feed it to Eve As MC, Im reaching higher than THC Blood levels in devils and crack fiends on drug scenes Chattering knees slowly collapse as you rest You freezing at 90 degrees, but see me in sweat Your skills are in debt by my presence you start stuttering Use your last breath and say Instingt while muttering * Hook * (X2) I try, but I fail, and times will prevail all my problems through the Trials and Tribulations Situations tell the tail, but I'm tipping the scale, bidding farewell to all the Trials and Tribulations My manifestation be the cause of cancellation, underachievers be facing The penetration, while the impatient begins their pacing On a daily basis, "Style", I'm hearing basics, "While" You keep rehearsing your versatile sound, I'm stomping through the underground At profound speeds, leaving the quaterbacks receiving sacks when the present MC lacks The opportunity to lock shit down like Steve Sax, your third eye gets cataracts when my forth eye attacks "Your counteracts" Cause you're bound to be wack, and I'm talently stacked Imitations be changing when I challenge three packs "The wannabee macks" Split chromosones while my ribosomes Attack immune systems with tighter grips to hold their own Radiation's be blazing, damaging ozones And I'm not just saying I'm the illest, I'll carve it in stone To prolong my stay at home, then my dome Leaves my follicles thrown, when my knowledge is grown from parts unknown, the... Spectators be impressed, therfore my celly gets stressed With reputations like Elliot Ness, relieved by bunning the non-delicate cess, travelling throughout my chest Unravelling talent within Distracting my vision Taking control of my system, not double digits, I kicked 187 words of wisdom So check the message I'm listing Styles are persistent, lines keep a crowd vibrating during the intermission While the other acts are switching My coalition will cold crush ya', microphone touchers Kicking straight lyrics while you're bisexual like Usher Then we'll rush ya', eliminating wackness from the T dot And my rhymes are so sick my mic needs a Hepatitis B shot...cause * Hook * (X2)