Lyrical Breakdown of Fridee Da Sundee (Triality) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how Tech N9ne weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Fridee Da Sundee (Triality)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Do you Maudie Sue Yates Take Abul Hassan Khalifa To be your lawfully wedded husband I do Do you Abul Hassan Khalifa Take Maudie Sue Yates To be your lawfully wedded wife I do Aye! Fridee I'm at Jumma (Aye) Sundee Hallelujah (Aye) But then I'm gon soo woo ya If you fuckin wit my mulah I'm the one so what's it to ya Twelve years old my mama Fell in love wit a Muslim 58th block he took them Wit the gangbangers and crooks nem Mean guys wit the Elohim try Bean pies we cooked them Got that fort in a area not that north Where the cops catch and wanna pop blacks Really rough to try to stop that pork Entendre Islam pon Mama this one I'm gonna Plot that torch I'm where the opps at and I will not slack Within a block trap soft fat short I'm not that sort Aye! Fridee I'm at Jumma (Aye) Sundee Hallelujah (Aye) But then I'm gon soo woo ya If you fuckin wit my mulah I'm the one so what's it to ya Mama say on Sunday pray to Yeshua (ha!) Her new husband say on Friday pray to Mecca (ha!) But in the streets they try ta test ya But I need no professor To gimme no fuckin lecture this is pressure (ha!) The block went from pop lockin ta shots poppin This spot we got hot clocks knockin Distraught a lot bliss not often Kids fought fa guap get dropped coffins (chyeah!) Fast is the livin I am the bad kid (chyeah!) Dealin with the duality mom and dad gives (chyeah!) Christianity sayin follow the masses Clashes wit people pullin me to the masjid Aye! Fridee I'm at Jumma (Aye) Sundee Hallelujah (Aye) But then I'm gon soo woo ya If you fuckin wit my mulah I'm the one so what's it to ya I shall agree if you live your lifestyle a G Cause you had ta fight crowds and never liked foul And that spites wild ta me When you work the cheddar steppin out witcha head up Animals a take a bite outta thee Everything really sped up like it gave me a leg up When I found my triality Seem sound ta me To have three things found to be One is on team hound another bring crowns And one mean frowns for glee I am in a dream now I am cha ching bound I never swing down fa free Mama got her wings round a nigga sing nouns I am the king clown, the G (Me!) Aye! Fridee I'm at Jumma (Aye) Sundee Hallelujah (Aye) But then I'm gon soo woo ya If you fuckin with my mulah I'm the one so what's it to ya Yooo thats dope Pops Yes sir The King, the Clown, and the G Yes sir How you think you got so good at it though I was jumpin in cyphers man, sharpening my skill Til I became a master ya know Like a Jedi, lyrically