Tha FreakStylaz Post Album

T HA F REAKSTYLAZ P OST A LBUM

| Trini Laws |

| Bonus : Cracc Speech |

Cracc Speech…it’s all done in the hood baby….Yaw!!

Chasing a, light-speed dream, on a five-speed bike

Per hour, 5.15 son I, might-need-white

So now I’m, gon’ succeed, so, ya’ll should get right

Or you can, hate on me, and watch your, hood get wiped…

Off the, face of the map, goons? Chasing-em-back

They don’t even gotta see the neena, they afraid-of-the-blaat!

Flows are bonkers, on-point, triggers a hawk

They ask, “how you get that nice?” I’m like “Ni**a, New York!”

Since my first composition, been switching my name and style

Now sage and guile, from days of child, In was spittin that laments vile

Might aim at Giles, but Hova covered it, so now I’m on some other shyt

Came to conquer Freaks, and in my own mind I smothered it

Bludgeoned it, a wicked blow; an oblong strike, I’m Riddick Bowe

Killing who I come across, I gotta let them nickas know

Its Trini in a Corsica -- if I hit, ain’t forcing her

If I wife a chick, you guarantee I ain’t divorcing her

If she cheat, I slaughter her – no I’m not a hypocrite

“But what about Sierra?” Mother F*ck!! It’s who I’m sticking wit

Gearing-up, my time is here, trynna get at Primal share

gotta grab the arm of the throne, nicka while I’m near

I am heir, the heir apparent, and Sierra, a pair of parents

Bout to shut this whole thing down, show our talent, share our merits…..

But back to the force feedin em, Laws and I’m warp-speeding em

To get up in they neck like lozenges, while “I’m eating them”

Lyrics, I’m con-creting em, so they can’t com-pete with em

Stories and Post Albums…son I am com-pleting em

Seeing the con-ceit in him, they hate, but they love it

The way I’m right up in their face, but; simply above it

Praises be my luster, the definition of bling

I’m Diamond, you’re well-served in the recognition of King

Regardless of Who does, what; I’ll hold the top spot

Number one diamond, irrelevant, but Hot-spot

Trini? He a hot-shot, spit what you do not got

Spit Water where I walk, don’t slip cuz I do not mop

Five post-ses…cystic fibrosis…

Laws spits and boast-es; claims Law(ed) of “Host-ess”

“Cakes” til I’m nauseous, and chuck on the board

get chicks, cut guts, like she f*cking a sword

stop ducking my squad, we see you, just choose to leave you

we will pick you up, the day we do need you

your guise is see-through, we blend on the block

cracc speech, stop hatin’ you been on my cock.

Laws