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[commentary: briggs]
yo, check it out. the forever-dangerous trigger-trials man, and the young man k21: producers extraordinaire. entrepreneurs. explorers. yo, let’s go!

[intro: k21]
shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy shame on you
talkin’ about your hustle, you’re in avon, dude

[verse 1: k21]
in this game y’all lose, i’m insane on tunes
life’s a name-wrong, same song played on loop
i got a mouth full of nitroglycerin
hide your kids and kins, pack ’em in a car and drive to millicent
find significance while feelin’ like the livin’ dead
you’ve stumbled on this planet for a while to write some sh-t instead
(who the f-ck are you?) i’m james belushi, find me makin’ sushi
grew sets, sprayin’ lucies, though i ain’t no bushi
i’ma slay your proofread, i’m insane like busey
i slept on all of you rappers like a late night movie
you can pay my juice week, make you fade like roofies
in unsuspicious cups, i’ve come to rip it up
speak heat with the dream team, no one does it like g.e
and t, we get it in, we’re a different species

[scratches/chorus: trials]
“that sh-t is in full effect” (21)
“above and beyond all that other bullsh-t”
“that sh-t is in full effect” (mister trials)
“above and beyond all that other bullsh-t”
that sh-t is in full effect (the funkoars)
“above and beyond all that other bullsh-t” (hilltop)
“above and beyond” (vents one) “above and beyond” (adfu)
“above and beyond all that other bullsh-t” (the briggasaurus)

[verse 2: trials]
said if you’re going down to the bush today
well then it’s on like i’m julian -ssange with a blonde
on my arm, f-cked up, across the pond in a bar
getting scandalous, doin’ what belongs in the car (mattock!)
the dreads comin’, did away with the razor
drank half a bottle, sung “away with the major”
lookin’ like the saviour, all around town
with the sickness, prescriptions must come; the persistence
much as i need them, needed a better reason
my gp seen me comin’ and started leavin’
eat the valium, hijack twelve
like i was breakin’ sound barriers, i could throw a motherf-ckin’
aircraft carrier, you could pick a tune
and do the best move that you ever knew and i’d still parry it
uh, it’s not a habit, it’s a dally, yes
the food is from france and the girls are italian

[scratches/chorus: trials]
“that sh-t is in full effect” (21)
“above and beyond all that other bullsh-t”
“that sh-t is in full effect” (mister trials)
“above and beyond all that other bullsh-t”
that sh-t is in full effect (the funkoars)
“above and beyond all that other bullsh-t” (hilltop)
“above and beyond” (vents one) “above and beyond” (adfu)
“above and beyond all that other bullsh-t” (the briggasaurus)

[verse 3: k21 and trials]
monster mash, crush and k!ll the spot, the dash
obnoxious stance, skull snapper, lock your vans
it’s the return of the incredible drongo-man
forgot your spill; from the filth, i washed my hands
stompin’ on the mic jam, rockin’ till the night ends
i’m a bison, and that bit of lime in your light, sent
from years away with a mission to merc vader
it’s sir danger, burn traitors with dirt faces
yeah, nothing describes the dread felt better
than belt dryer, turntables, the felt never grip
it just slips so the scratchin’ is easy
live on the peace pipe, kick back, relax in a teepee (hola)
smash the party, “whose scandalous?”
f-ck up your girlfriend’s bath, kick all the candles up (f-ck off)
put them and your cd’s in the blender
recommend a better rapper send ’em in and then i end it
it’s the sarge of sc-m with r-t-rded drums
the plastered one, who came to give the party some
start it up, i give the drummer some, still 21
and as crazy as ever to set and send ’em nuts
me and trigger ain’t ready to f-ck around
machete has come to town and he’s steady to hunt ’em down
just a misfit, misbehavin’ in the river mystic
golden era 2012: you know who mixed it
it goes like this: you feel like sh-t, then get dated
go to sleep, hate it, wake up and then get faded (rinse repeat)
shout sh-t in the streets, lookin’ for trouble (the oars)
you got a sandwich bought, givin’ out cuddles
mother of all f-cks, short and tall poppies, they all cut (f-ck off)
few divas fantasising like two litres
few reefers, crews deeper and i’m done
till the police show their t–th and i run (then i run)

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