Lyrical Breakdown of Trippy Phonk 1993 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how Denzel Curry weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Trippy Phonk 1993" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Nell here
I fuck with them Raiders
Better get low
Ra-ta-ta-tat-tat-tat 'cause MAC-10 came through blastin'
Spitting that savage
Cutting that magic
It's drastic that gotta make shit tragic
But I'm just coolin' with my niggas, chillin'
Room full of bad bitches
Selling trees so we get lit
The weed to me like a sixth sense
Cause I bang on the tracks and get hella respect
Fuck with me 'cause they see I'm intellect
But you niggas is losin' and I am up next
Any nigga don't like it get hit with the TEC
Fuck all you haters
I fuck with them Raiders
We chasin' the paper
Alive and I'm blessed
Flexing my chest while your bitch on my dick
But I left her behind because this shit legit
Snapback to the right
Bitch on my left
Puffin' loud got a nigga goin' deaf
Pumpin' your guns, get a fuck nigga left (Fah)
Stick in the whip, .40 on my hip
Hold tight rubber grip if a fuck nigga slip (Yo)
Empty the clip then I start with the crew
These niggas is pussy, I fuck with a few
My Jay all night
Bad bitch finna get me right
If he try, I slide
Up fire nigga play about mine (Nigga play)
Damn right, I do this
Shots to the nigga head then look clueless (Pow)
40 jump, call that bitch Carl Lewis
Bang-bang, leave his brain in the sewage
Smokin' and twistin', my niggas get lifted
Aquarius'Killa, that nigga be gifted
I'm taking your bitch and I know she gon' lick it
I open up bitches like Lemony Snicket (Com-com—, combo breaker)
Stop faking the phonk
Backin' these bitches and trackin' these bitches 'til they got a dome
I slide with the pro
Just with retarded-ass niggas I'm ready to open the trunk
Put his ass in a swamp
Ooh, better shut up before I just nut up and don't ring a run-up
He finna get done up, I'm popping that nigga
He won't see the sun up, imagine that
Shit, with the spliff in your hand
That 1993 is that fucking Raider Klan
To the 9 Trey
The guy that stays running up my way
I'm slappin' the MAC and them niggas be trappin'
Look at what the nine say, blaow
Enemy killin' me, kill 'em off, Kennedy
Bustin' that nigga beyond the infinity
Fuck your serenity, this is my energy
Energy connect with them spiritually