Artist: Trife Da God f/ Born Unique, Sketch Album: n/a Song: Against the Grain Typed by: Cno Evil [Chorus: samples] "Lyrically my raps ill" "There's no escape from, straight from the grain, come the great one" "Lyrically my raps Ill" "I think I'm on the beat, and fucked up, with the razors" "Lyrically my raps ill" "There's no escape from, straight from the grain, come the great one" "Lyrically my raps Ill" "Fuck making big, Sketch, shit, my figs enormous" [Sketch] I try to make my mark, mic swinging boss Repping that shit that jumps off in the Bronx You know, that true writer, smash cyphers on my job Daggers at ya throat, live, looking like a loss Newly wed rappers, truly dead rappers Divorced before you done, accumulate's backwards It's love though, not throwing hate at ya But to be nice is grooming, and it usually takes practice Other words, I'm accusing fake actors I just caught the reaper while he's tossing graves statues Sketch stash him, do the mathematics Add it on the pad, and I'm above average My peeps, man, ya faction the bastard With a natural knack for this habitat, labelled rap shit Keep room up in my days of ghost, I'm back Take my host like the Lakers coach [Chorus: samples] "Lyrically my raps ill" "There's no escape from, straight from the grain, come the great one" "Lyrically my raps Ill" "I think I'm on the beat, and fucked up, with the razors" "Lyrically my raps ill" "There's no escape from, straight from the grain, come the great one" "Lyrically my raps Ill" "This is Trife Diesel, New York's backbone" [Trife Da God] It's the T-R-I-F-E, spell it out We hold heat, when it's beef in the street, we shell it out Niggas know what the hell I'm about, with a flow so cold Butter wouldn't even melt in my mouth I sprout getting my beans on, stepping with trees on Squeeze on and murder every track that I breathe on I got a bone to pick with ya'll newcomers, I'm cool as a cucumber The real definition of true hunger And I'm about to put you under, get ya head cracked My wolves'll push ya wig back for a few numbers From the home of the yellow cabs and big buildings Stuffed coke in them yellow bags and make millions Get revoked for ya ghetto pass cuz you squealing We on some Run-DMC shit, cuz we illin' On the N.Y.C. shit, try to pull the wool over My eyes, but now I see shit [Chorus: samples] "Lyrically my raps ill" "There's no escape from, straight from the grain, come the great one" "Lyrically my raps Ill" "I think I'm on the beat, and fucked up, with the razors" "Lyrically my raps ill" "There's no escape from, straight from the grain, come the great one" "Lyrically my raps Ill" "Who the hell put the steel to ya face?" [Born Unique] It just ain't adding up, Big Born, I had enough Don't make me grab you up, get you snuffed, and stab you up Keep making them tracks that got you mad at us Vocab better this world, like it's Gattica Things change since the days I would of battled ya Now I grab heat, squeeze, bust and splatter ya We get real Trife, D techs, Sketchin' ya body With chalk, real nice, at nice, I live the street life You had ya turn, don't even speak twice Born, and they turn to rhyme, make you blind like three mice Put ya money up player, shooting with three dice Should of listened to me dog, we proved that we right And it was written, you gon' lose this fight Lose ya life, bring you bad news tonight I ain't a dummy, mask and gloves, I do it right Born Unique, muthafuckas, that's whose nice [Chorus: samples] "Lyrically my raps ill" "There's no escape from, straight from the grain, come the great one" "Lyrically my raps Ill" "I think I'm on the beat, and fucked up, with the razors" "Lyrically my raps ill" "There's no escape from, straight from the grain, come the great one" "Lyrically my raps Ill" "Fuck making big, Sketch, shit, my figs enormous"