Issue No 115 Trillmatic Lyrics
Trillmatic by Issue No. 115
[Intro:]
Yo,yo yo yo 'ahem'
90's era Nasty
TYBEATS!
[A$AP Nast:]
I need some time alone
Cold, my rhymes will turn your mind to stone
That's the work of satin niggas be hating but I'm a pot of gold
This ain't just me rappin its real and something you gots to know
Catch a mark nigga hatin', get him a casket, that bastard's 'bout to go
Whoa
Nasty baby I'm crazy the 90's raised me
I'm just as smart, prolly smart as half the cats who play me
Brazy, dropping miss daisy hit on my strap
In my zone mind on my money like where that shit at?
I'm all alone that's my only hope
And be damned if I'mma chase that with some phony homes
On the real; it be the ones that say "we got this, that you ain't alone"
As long as I'm here to pull out the Glock 9 and cocked it
He mad you got rich but on the low you should've watched him
Cats conniving head first into the livest object
'That was your man now you bout to die quick'
Over some fly shit
You feel reminded of your fast-life ventures and winters
Blinded to the flashlight enters
Hook:
I got a funky funky style with a funky swag (x2)
I bought the funky funky Nikes got the hat to match (x2)
I got a funky funky style with a funky swag (x2)
And when i kill em with the flow ain't no coming back (x2)
[Method Man:]
I got a poor man's panache, I be stretchin' the cash
I'm a little passive aggressive, you get a stretcher when I'm mad
For the line, manic depressive, rappers stressin' me bad
Got too many less than impressive rappers left in my path
Better yet, we gon' leave 'em left in the past
Someone slides, this time I ride, you get left in the back
Who am I? I'm a titan so be expectin' a clash
Start to wavin' arms at you, you'd think I'm catchin' a cab
No questions cause the answers [?]
Look at Meth, breakin' bad like he cookin' meth in the lab
Still a lethal weapon but try and bless him with math
Rappers never learn their lesson so I ain't lettin' 'em pass
I ain't lettin' 'em brag, I ain't lettin' 'em swag
Fuck swag, just bein' blunt, while I'm pluckin' my ash
Y'all ain't up in my class in the buildin'
It's A$AP Meth, quick to kill 'em, that's an ASAP death
Hook:
I got a funky funky style with a funky swag (x2)
I bought the funky funky Nikes got the hat to match (x2)
I got a funky funky style with a funky swag (x2)
And when i kill em with the flow ain't no coming back (x2)
[A$AP Nast:]
Straight out the back, dog, I'm Shaq strong, I'm breakin' backboards
Draped in Tommy, my bitch beside me, young god body
I play the back of clubs, click a file, young as a [?]
Fools get rowdy, ain't nothin' dumb, my guns from Saudi
High off the Maui, don't trip your weed, rollin' a [?]
You know the [?], I'm head honcho
I sport the poncho, connect Vassandro, the illest y'all know
Killin' 'em pronto, my funky fresh is filthy, designer
But check my rhymes though, my verse is like atomic bombs, yo
Haters like side hoes, I peel off in the illest Tahoe
Watch out for potholes, H leanin', that's why he drive slow
Nast Diablo, the 90s era shit in effect
Clowns be watchin', best protect yah necks
Hook:
I got a funky funky style with a funky swag (x2)
I bought the funky funky Nikes got the hat to match (x2)
I got a funky funky style with a funky swag (x2)
And when i kill em with the flow ain't no coming back (x2)
Yo,yo yo yo 'ahem'
90's era Nasty
TYBEATS!
[A$AP Nast:]
I need some time alone
Cold, my rhymes will turn your mind to stone
That's the work of satin niggas be hating but I'm a pot of gold
This ain't just me rappin its real and something you gots to know
Catch a mark nigga hatin', get him a casket, that bastard's 'bout to go
Whoa
Nasty baby I'm crazy the 90's raised me
I'm just as smart, prolly smart as half the cats who play me
Brazy, dropping miss daisy hit on my strap
In my zone mind on my money like where that shit at?
I'm all alone that's my only hope
And be damned if I'mma chase that with some phony homes
On the real; it be the ones that say "we got this, that you ain't alone"
As long as I'm here to pull out the Glock 9 and cocked it
He mad you got rich but on the low you should've watched him
Cats conniving head first into the livest object
'That was your man now you bout to die quick'
Over some fly shit
You feel reminded of your fast-life ventures and winters
Blinded to the flashlight enters
Hook:
I got a funky funky style with a funky swag (x2)
I bought the funky funky Nikes got the hat to match (x2)
I got a funky funky style with a funky swag (x2)
And when i kill em with the flow ain't no coming back (x2)
[Method Man:]
I got a poor man's panache, I be stretchin' the cash
I'm a little passive aggressive, you get a stretcher when I'm mad
For the line, manic depressive, rappers stressin' me bad
Got too many less than impressive rappers left in my path
Better yet, we gon' leave 'em left in the past
Someone slides, this time I ride, you get left in the back
Who am I? I'm a titan so be expectin' a clash
Start to wavin' arms at you, you'd think I'm catchin' a cab
No questions cause the answers [?]
Look at Meth, breakin' bad like he cookin' meth in the lab
Still a lethal weapon but try and bless him with math
Rappers never learn their lesson so I ain't lettin' 'em pass
I ain't lettin' 'em brag, I ain't lettin' 'em swag
Fuck swag, just bein' blunt, while I'm pluckin' my ash
Y'all ain't up in my class in the buildin'
It's A$AP Meth, quick to kill 'em, that's an ASAP death
Hook:
I got a funky funky style with a funky swag (x2)
I bought the funky funky Nikes got the hat to match (x2)
I got a funky funky style with a funky swag (x2)
And when i kill em with the flow ain't no coming back (x2)
[A$AP Nast:]
Straight out the back, dog, I'm Shaq strong, I'm breakin' backboards
Draped in Tommy, my bitch beside me, young god body
I play the back of clubs, click a file, young as a [?]
Fools get rowdy, ain't nothin' dumb, my guns from Saudi
High off the Maui, don't trip your weed, rollin' a [?]
You know the [?], I'm head honcho
I sport the poncho, connect Vassandro, the illest y'all know
Killin' 'em pronto, my funky fresh is filthy, designer
But check my rhymes though, my verse is like atomic bombs, yo
Haters like side hoes, I peel off in the illest Tahoe
Watch out for potholes, H leanin', that's why he drive slow
Nast Diablo, the 90s era shit in effect
Clowns be watchin', best protect yah necks
Hook:
I got a funky funky style with a funky swag (x2)
I bought the funky funky Nikes got the hat to match (x2)
I got a funky funky style with a funky swag (x2)
And when i kill em with the flow ain't no coming back (x2)