Let me introduce myself, I'm TR the lyrical, beyond invincible, TR's a miracle/ we be anywhere, put a beat on I'm killing you, to make sure you dead, we at ya funeral/ I'm sitting next to you moms, I'm stretching my arms for a hug, she ran to my arms/ and I said don't cry, TR's here to soothe thee, thinking to myself, damn if she only knew me/ but let me chill, cuz this just an introduction, allow me to give you my directions and instructions/ when you in my presence, you equal to a peasant, so if the King pass you, throwing green at you/ niggas better accept it, cuz nobody could eat unless I say so, (I'm a little kid and these my legos)/ nobody could play yo, unless I play first, but now I think its time to get rid of these lames first/ Houston, I think we got a problem, look dog, he go both ways like iron man football/ you niggas can't get deals, cuz ya hooks bomb, so you keep battling to make up for it/ I should have my own show, "TR Knows Best", cuz I know the Best, is not these niggas trying to blow next/ this is not you, you need to stop dude, we all know y'all not comfortable in you're own flesh/ we all know you havin sex wit ya own sex, we all know y'all claim sets that ain't ya own set/ we all know that you motherfuckers is followers, acknowledge it, embody it, then you could start to get out of it/ or at least take a shot at it, I look at you wit inferiority, like White Anglo Saxon Protestants/ (SO), let me give it to you Black and White, there's not a reason that you should ever be laughin aight, cuz when you smile, ya feminine side be actin hype, and then you look pussy, but I'll give you Hermaphrodite/ pass the mic, this battle ain't no clash of titans, this is more like a spark vs. flash of lightning/ I got a style that'll last a life, and you, you a punk, I'll leave you slumped sideways, like a dash or hyphen/ (yah), East NY in this bitch, we kill niggas like we eating pork in this bitch/ I rep for Pink, Seth Low, Cypress Hills, let's go/ Gutter Ave, that's home, its all love, XO/ (Yah), just when you thought you had it nigga, I pumped faked that shit, yeah I'm quarterbacking niggas/ I threw it in the stands, (so you never gonna get it), bout to kill this nigga, (so you better call the medic)/ I had to step in and take mandatory action, I'll smack these bitches wit a sanitary napkin/ come on dog you got it backwards, you know TR goes in, (why you wanna get ya assed whipped)/ I mean I heard y'all battles, you do ya thang man, you getting fame man, you still a lame, damn/ well this TR's world, nigga this a strangeland, you get ya neck slit, stepping through the entrance/ you get ya ass kicked, when you try to exit, motherfuckas looking at u like breakfast/ man don't ever try to step to a God, I'll have u chillin next to Allah/ wit Elijah Mohammed, gettin knowledge from The Prophet, wit some Bean Pies in ya Pocket/ that's no disrespect at all, but this is how I am, my disses kinda raw, but this what they wanna hear/ and ya wish is my command crowd, I put my hand across my chest and pledge loud, I shall destroy/ any human being, fluently, trying to make a fool of me, when they raps exhibit, the highest level of coonery/ thou shall now fuck with Trife Re-Ality, leave you and ya girl, naked in the woods, Adam Eve/ you battle me, you like a suicide bomber, I got enough rhymes to fill the newest Ipod up/.......ain't much I could say but wow, and add that, that's an amazing style/ that I got there, but see that style that you got there, has got me to thinking, how the hell you got here/......no for real I want a answer, don't get me wrong dog, I'm not trying to reprimand ya/ its just my flow is so out of this world, my brain start heating up, my hair follicles curl/ face start getting red, veins start popping out, my clothes start ripping up, my fans start walking out/ cuz they know what's bout to transpire, I eat whack rappers, send them back packing, when I turn to a Vampire/ twilight bitch, highlight this, I'm a rap attic, hello I'm TR, and I'm sick/ hi (TR), I'm not finished, I ain't get thru 12 steps yet, these niggas lucky I ain't spittin complex yet/ music is in me like (a bop bobba doobop), my style is Hip Hop, Rock, Pop Lock and Doo Wop/ and you could get socked, boxed, popped in you're medulah, that whack shit don't fly around here you fucking puta/ the way that I maneuvah, my shit is supa dupah, you talking big shit, but ya heart is oompa loompa/ you talk a lot of shit, let me find a poopa scoopah, I'm on my wolf shit, you dog food, Eukanuba/ Its a celebration bitches, enjoy yourself, why don't you quit rap now and employ yourself/ be a doctor an actor, a proctor, a pastor, I think its pretty obvious you're not a fuckin rapper/ matter fact, you are a motherfucking actor, Denzel Washington, I spit like I'm vomiting/ and menages, TR get a lot of it, ya girls a good team player, respect my conglomerate/ came from the hood, got my name from the hood, a product of it, nobody to blame but the hood/ to think about it you ain't do a thang for the hood, no talent, the new pooty tang from the hood/
tired of niggas talkin bout they guns and the cars, and they funds and they broads, but got a monthly metrocard/ y'all bout as relevant as motherfucking Fredro Starr, no Onyx, peep the flow-bonics/ my flow is fockin lethal, pull over, you're illegal, I'll overload a needle, with an overdose of diesel/ and drink the shit, just to show you, I alone believe that, I belong along the lines, all that's wrong, and all that's evil/ I'm Hannibal wit it, canniballistic, cock the hammer, go spit it, at motherfuckers think they handling Kenneth/ hehe,...and that's my government, who gives a fuck ya bitch, I get to fuck ya bitch, cuz I fucked up the fuckin bitch/ that's she's currently fuckin wit, now I'm fucking, the luckiest motherfucking, that's fuckin this, rugged, ug-g-ly, fuckin bitch/ snufflelelupugas, that ain't even make no sense, I just wanted to rhyme, fuck it/ pardon my interruption, but I'm just starting my introduction, after I'm finished, the world'll be parted and in destruction/ a menace, should be in the guiness book of world records, I'll take the world and wreck it, in a whirl of seconds/ like a pearl I'm precious, that's my greatest resemblance, cuz when I shine, I'm the one that ya girls obsessed wit/ trying to have my neck froze on some Antartica shit, but I don't think I'm a sell cuz I'm too raw wit the shit, fuck it/ if you a hater fall back, for that ass talk shit, full clip will put ya back on that asphalt/ cash talks in a common tongue, so everybody's after me, I'm born scorned like Osama's son/ and if you got a gun, better use it, play my verse in reverse, you'll hear the Devils curse instead of music/ oh you like my shit, go head and use it, matter fact I'll do a track wit you and throw vocals in back of you/ soon as you rhyme, my hands reach thru to ya spine, and paralyze half of ya minds vernacular/ TR's spectalur, I'm coming in back of ya, attacking ya wit the mac in the back of the acura/ then after that, I'm a actually get back to attacking ya, attaching a catheter to the back of ya back/ filling ya back, up wit bacteria blacker than blacula, then extract it cuz I'm mad that ya back, just ain't black enough/ I'm a figment of my own imagination, I picture words like a psychiatrist, holds a picture to a patient/ see my interpretation draws a line down the middle, and on either side, you gotta find out the riddle/ but I'm a give you this, y'all remember this shit, don't FUCK wit TR, I'm on some celebate shit/ say my name 3 times, I appear, each time, (TrifeReality, TrifeReality, TrifeReality bitch!!!)/