Artist: Trife Da God f/ Saj Supreme
Album:  n/a
Song:   Dartsmen
Typed by Davida.b.

[Intro: Trife Da God]
Theordore, Theodore, what's going on Cleveland?
It's ya boy Trife Da God, Theodore Unit, Saj Supreme
Holding it down in Cleveland, know what I'm sayin
Launching missles at ya'll faggots
Let's go (everything good?) get it crunk
Check it, Theodore nigga, ayo, ayo ayo

[Trife Da God]
When I'm down on my last, I lay you down in the grass
Like Tony Montana said, don't play around with my cash
Cuz I'm hungry and my pockets are undernourished
Shit's starting to perish, these bitches stopping my relish
They watching me from the terrace, popping out on the fellas
There's nothing that they could tell us, these coppers are fucking jealous
And I ain't tryin to hear the click sounds of the handcuffs
They telling me to freeze on my knees with my hands up
But I move like the ?midget in stealth?
And Change Clothes like Hov, so you could say I'm reinventing myself
Metamorph into some better clothes, something that's mega soft
Don't gotta make a point as long as I move my bread across
Ya niggas can't tell me nothin or sell me nothin
You niggas need to wake the fuck up and smell these muffins
Cuz I devour foods and plug em like power tools
For cowards who doubts, thinkin they stoppin our power moves

[Interlude: Trife Da God & Saj Supreme talking]

[Saj Supreme]
I need a Chevelle SS with three clear coats
Something half exotic with ill deep throat
My cash roll melodic, you can't hit these notes
You niggas still tryin to pump that bullshit coke
No matter what the weather, my click poppin berettas
Some dudes strive forever, they still can't get it together
Huggin the cold blocks in that butter soft leather
So I stay with the mask on like V For Vendetta
That thing in my boot could decrease your latitude
That'll happen fast if you touchin my Cash Rule
Every hood know Saj Supreme, dude who's shatterproof
Speakin blue, rhyme pattern like a rubix cube
I do the proof, it's true, numero uno
??? with the wordplay, I spit it like bird flu
Comin out my head, my crown never got laid down
You niggas played yourself like Eminem in 8 Mile

[Outro: Trife Da God]
Slaying ya'll without word techniques and all that, we out, one