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TALK IS CHEAP - DEVILISH TRIO
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TALK IS CHEAP DEVILISH TRIO

TALK IS CHEAP - DEVILISH TRIO
[Verse 1: BAKER]
Smokin blunts in the ville
Coming with that southern feel
I hate a bitch
I hate busta
Raised to win if need I kill
No hiccups in my game
Throwing words with a slang
It’s a Tennessee thang
Rep the south we love it mane
Here’s the deal comin real
Layin waste to all these fakes
I break a mutha fuckas will
And skin these puny coward snakes
Demonstrating with the assertion
Fighting till my very end
You can not win within this life unless your dominant my friend
So put your foot up in the ass of any soul who try to stop you
If you wanna reach the top
Just fly along and do not drop till
You are spaced from this place
Somewhere else but still I’m faced
With all these cowards that I hate
Just let me live and don’t relate
I ain’t sparing no bitch feel the wrath within my path
From underground the trinity we rising off the map
So watch your words if we’re spoken
Or the fires are awoken
See the devils what your hoping but there’s worse that’s yet been broken
With the 3 no provoking only worried bout ourselves
Into the future we will grow and make this bump this wicked craft
Feel the heat from the sun beating down upon your back
For the moon will come soon and then we go out on attack
Ain’t no need for the money I just do it for the laughs
Feed my ego with these deeds
So terrible is how I act
No emotions when I’m stalking
Hear the terrors in this track
No remorse I’m ever shown
Creeping up so watch your back
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