Artist: June Marx Album: Core of Vengeance Song: Tricks of the Trade Typed by: snakeeyes@inbox.com Verse 1: While the blind will follow the foolish advocates Rhyming usage accurate Surviving on faith, and ramen noodle packages June hazardous, fuck a pacifist Still sleeping on my heat like 9s under the mattressess I'm stuck with the savages, I'm where the grim await They hijacking on the interstate I'm trying to see the women with the thicker shape I could penetrate Innovate to fill my dinner plate with rib and steak Pad, pen and tape, playing on a dirty crate Some survived some met with an early fate By the time I'm 38 If i havent reached the pearly gates Then my sound will still circulate At an urgent rate Too shook to breeze by Fronting like goons and crooks emcees why Marxman raised in brooklyn knee high With apocalyptic flow book of Eli Hook X2: Script full of sickening rage, had the lyrics displayed Encrypted on page Learn tricks of the trade We living in a miserable age, dont want to sit in a cage Exist in a daze Learn tricks of the trade Remain vigilant of slithering snakes they move with liquor And haze the wickedest ways Learn tricks of the trade Sick with the plague, fuck minimum wage, thats why they swift With the blade, equipped with a gauge Tricks of the trade Verse 2: June Marx Cold as ice, nothing feeble Lethal as a cobra strike none equal Infrared scopes at night,lust and evil Clutch the eagle, so precise crush cerebral Stuff the dutch with diesel, actors wont live To make another fucking sequel, knuckle up your see-through Struck like under siege 2, sentry caught injury Ready all infantry, heavy artillery Every bar vividly, metaphor or similie Similar to templar symmetry In renaissance italy, I set it off instantly Lets get it on, in the present form You'll be dead and gone bitterly Decepticon wickedly struck your fam missing Disrupt the transmission of corrupted ambition Uncle Sam's system, words flourish in better placement Justice understanding nourishing elevation Hook X2 Verse 3: Backslap a lame, blast the flame, judas looking for rap fame Sniff him out like k9 units up on the path train Acid rain tarnished skies, I'm unauthorized Disarm the spies, before the riot squad arrives Marx will ride like a heartless savage Till I dissolve to gasses, nothing left but fog and ashes Across the atlas, bastards heard of me An animal currently earning international currency Understandable perfectly You laughable herbs to me I suggest you warn your admiral urgently The bandits will circle me, like a saloon fight I damage your circuitry, and move in moonlight Womb to the tomb like, whatever june write Rescucitate it, give the culture new life The rude type, with the merciless intentions Words serve as weapons I return with a vengeance Hook X2