Soylent Silver

[Commentary: Suffa] Yo, for real, Trials and K21 are running this mixtape right now; we're just sitting back and watching [Intro: Trials] (Hey Sol!) Trigger come, gimme gore [Verse 1: Trials] Me and Moose-O, slicker than that figure Danny Zuko Trials on the tiles like sudoku Moose means decay, then K means to kill you Said they have the touch but nobody wanna feel you Finished in the lab with a slab 'bout half past ten Walkin' past the cop shop, singin' Baha Men Me and 21, silent as a fuckin' drunk elephant Tryna board the plane all hesitant Get me back to Africa, back on Earth, dirt-class passenger Went to seed again, but for the answer to All of my stress, all of my life All of my debts own all of my time And it's fucking me up, got a little bit of bud in the backyard Hopin' that the neighbourhood jacks aren't that smart (Are you smart?) Had this appetite and didn't even spoil it Cause I don't wanna eat it if it isn't really Soylent [Intermission: Trials] (Sampled male voices can be heard, expressing their satisfaction at what is implied to be a very pleasant meal.) I wanna bite some body parts, dawg. Mmm, I wanna bite some feet! (L'chaim.) [Verse 2: K21] It's K-diggity, bring you that tragedy like Gaddafi When it's war, I go all out on your cavalry with my army That's the G-E crew and we're knee-deep, ain't PG And if you disagree, you're gettin' more palms than Fiji They talk that heat, sweet, then go and mention me Like tweet-tweet, then they hittin’ delete? What the fuck’s with that man? I need another CAT scan Instead I spent the money for the fee all on the lap dance Only fit for trashcans, where sewer rats hang It’s Da Nang stone, walk a mile to snatch We ain’t fuck with snares that hit your face bare like a backhand When Trigger picks a beat I’m known to annihilate that Riddle me that (it’s for the raps) Shit on the track, puttin' haemorrhoids on your name Every sixteen I deliver be like steroids for the brain, and I All I got is my word and my crew that’s backin’ me And my balls in a tank of Manatees that wrote this rap for me [Intermission: Samples] Sol: "Isn’t that beautiful?” (Sol chuckles) Thorn: “Sol." Sol: “Hmm?" [Verse 3: K21 and Trials] Bodyparts for basslines, spittin' gristle, shittin' like Billy Where I live in this city, ain’t nothin’ pretty that’s in me Put my dick in this city, give ‘em the stick in this city Hit the road, same shenanigans till we’re stiff in this city My life’s like a sci-fi, drop bombs on your rom-coms Squares will try to turn into oblongs when they’re on songs Now no more Mr. Nice Guy, from now on you’ll only know what I’m like When I’m blind from my ninth wine, and that’s the day that I die Top to bottom tie-dyes Parachutin’ from a slow-movin’ bike ride along a high-rise Walkin’ in the room, collectin’ all them new side-eyes Together with the Golden Era, disgustin' as hired guys Yeah, I’m in a sewer with a seamstress Doin’ just enough, like it’s Arnie speaking English Now every time you clickin’ ‘em out That means another free rapper’s got my dick in they mouth [Outro: Trials] Fuh! Muh! Muhmuh! Kiss that! (Suffa can be heard laughing.)