Lyrical Breakdown of Trilogy - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

I now pronounce you husband and wife

You may now kiss the bride

Cops comin', shots fired

Babies cry, I cry

Wishin' I, could change what

This is just my life

God

Why is my wife bleeding?

Sheet cover her face, paramedics are leaving

Behind her clothes it's apparent she's not breathing

I'm a little confused about what it is I'm seeing

Plus there's a naked man on my lawn

Police in the living room with all of their guns drawn

Out, and the last thing I remember is

Uh, last thing I remember is

I received a text page from Julio who expressed that I left my cell-phone in the studio

Right underneath the disc with the Pro Tools

Next to a six-pack of O'Douls and some soul food

Yeah and I was on my way home

Exit the expressway to use the payphone

But fuck it 'cause my wife isn't back from her trip

I sneak into the house 'cause she'll never expect it

Except

He put the gun in my hand

Told me go take my revenge

Killing him won't make it go away

It's only gon' bring more pain

I tied his hands behind his back to the night-stand fast

Ropes made bruises on his light-skinned ass

"See, I can play games too"

Yeah, that's what I told him when he came to

Now look, see what the game and the fame do?

Made a deranged mind out of someone in your same crew

Fuck man, we grew up together

Run-DMC, tougher than leather with the same outfits

Forty-deuce, takin' flicks like

Why did you fuck my wife, man?

You shoulda took my life man

I switched the gun into my right hand

The sweat accumulated on his forehead

I saw red, he said...

Now was it worth it man?

Was it everything you imagined, was it perfect?

Took you to be my lawfully wedded wife

To have, to hold, to love, to cherish but

Death till us part

What a coincidence

Now perhaps the police will be convinced that it was an accident

If I'm accurate and careful with the evidence

This mother fucker says passing up my residence

And to believe those vile set a precedence

From the start it should've been obvious it never did

Prevalent, the wicked debauchery and decadence

Was carried out with such masterful excellence

And this is just where you rip my heart

It was natural to transform murder into art

And the weight of my conscience would knowingly carry

Three-sixty-five days to the date that we was married

Thoughts that I would achieve the murder would vary

We're closer than ever

Together we'll be buried cause

Evil eyes that bide

How they go you so

Why do we

What do they see?

I just lost control

Had to let you go

I cry 'cause slowly we try

So slowly we die

Buried alive in the grave

Too exhausted to climb out

Before dirt was tossed on me

Come to find out

No friend of mine, she sleeping with committed the crime

In the past three years, switched identities six times

And all the while I'm devoted to love and loyalty

They plotted on my publishing checks and royalties

She's thinking its true love

He's scamming her for the quop

Got in order to devise my own intuitive plot

Put the prose on him

Launched the probe on him

Now harm him, pen him, get him exactly where I wanted him

Cornered him, now his mission is aborted

You are about to be professionally extorted

Guess we all 'bout to murder tonight

Miss pretty brown eyes while she sleeps under the moonlight

Do it and bounce

The keys to the crib you'll find under the mat in the front of the house

Just do it, what out