Trizz - Famished (Remix) lyrics

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Trizz - Famished (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Ubiquitous & Godemis] K-K-Kato on the track b**h! Yeah, yeah! Ces Cru Militia PERSEPH1, (Klick Clack) JL B. Hood, Kutty Slitz (Klick Clack!) Trizz... [Chorus: Ubiquitous & PERSEPH1] What are we going to do about food? What are we going to do about food? [Verse 1: PERSEPH1] The smoke in the lights Snap necks for the checks poltergeist Whenever the Persephone be holding the mic Mix 'em in the recipe for koshers and spice Eat raw, y'all taste like cold turkey that's been fried [?] will shrimp you then inside A riot type of hate vibe Worth every cent at market price I'ma just get it in Hand up in this and I spit this pocket rice Dive into a pool of sharks That's all for my tribe Bring back a fish alive Fix the filet, steal that boy a slip and slide Married to the bars like my name is prescription Blowing trees hard for that CES and Technicians Symbols on the paper for the safe I predicted (PERSEPH1, UBI) They put a little scratch like a whack in the distance [Verse 2: Ubiquitous] CES militia, y'all know the steed I spoke to speak so folks can eat Catch to k** then I slow roast the beef f** can we do about food, no groceries I figure, twitter fingers turn into fritter fingers I been afittedly bitter, bit it like lemon zinger Buffets big as a banquet, you better let it simmer Winner winner chicken dinner, f** am I gettin' thinner Sweet to the center, y'all baby luncheon and chieffin' pinners My speech and dinner will give 'em something to reconsider Philosophy of a k**er, get me, I gotta eat Hannibal Lector, I ate his liver with fava beans Sipping Chianti Italiano, y'all outta ammo Power my channel devour, y'all don't know how to handle Pushing pathetic percentage danger is imminent Came in that whip but I'm Same Same as it ever is b**h [Verse 3: Godemis] Ya ain't gotta plate with enough weight Man, I'm going, gotta get another one Anybody hate finna get ate Chew 'em like a lot of bit of bubblegum I'm never down and whenever they come for it I'm up up and away, serving 'em out of orbit They need to be paying attention but can't afford it We getting money, we eating, somebody should camcord it Rippin a meal in a matter of minutes My team is the meanest, I mean it Ain't ever seen us, you gotta be blind It's heating up in the kitchen, we on a mission I'm prepping whatever's needed, living below the poverty line Yeah, we the pick of the litter, them n***as' bitter I'm feeling 'em like the wick if I predicting on whether we blow We on a wait, all I need is another place at the table The major labels couldn't f** with the company flow [Hook: Ubiquitous] Ho-Homie gotta get his He give a f** how I get mine Maybe my name'll make the headline Doing fed time standing on the breadline Now I'm hype and I'm fed up Bout to pull a heist on a bread truck I cite, red rum, they shoulda never not fed us What are we going to do about food? What are we going to do about food? They shoulda never not fed us What are we going to do about food? (Joey) What are we going to do about food? (Lyrical a**a**in) You motherf**ers should've never not fed us [Verse 4: Kutty Slitz] If you ain't ever ate up out a trash can man Then you prob'ly wouldn't understand fam ban If you ain't ever been around a good man Thinking for the right price, maybe the can can blend Or maybe the can jams inside of your hand then You know the rest, you know how the sh** is ran fam And if you thinking I'ma pick enough to [?] f** off clown I gotta get it, yeah, I gotta have it yeah, I gotta grab it Hey, but I gotta have it with it But if it was a fifth of the spliff or the piff he leave With the quip of a drunken stripper too trill and to get a fee In the seat of a gentleman's club at the back of a VIP In the baddest part of the hood instead, get up and leave k**ing 'em softly like the homie Kato with ease Look man, I'm coming up out of the rubble fam is ready to eat 'em I gotta... [Verse 5: Trizz] Ay, It's the survival of the fittest Dust off your feet when you walk in my kitchen We eating yo b**h if we can't get no chicken Rotisserie style on a stick like a piglet Whatever I want, n***as know I'ma get it I hustle and fight 'til the end of my mission Even if that involve k**ing some b**hes Repeatedly digging her out till I'm finished Pull up, we hop out, so back up your smack n***as three deep in the back of the lac' If there's problems, we solve 'em and quick to react To the drama they causing make n***as relax Blowin' the best while I'm smoking with CES They know who to call when they go to the west If they beefin', I'm beefin' so show 'em respect If I'm eatin', they eatin' so show me a check [Verse 6: JL] Ownin'-Ownin' one up and lifting the weight of a few of them Over the oven, dripping the oil into the pan Doing too much in the kitchen fishy and stupid when I got a pen and they got a fork and a spoon in hand f** that Not a free meal, gotta eat still, gotta be real See a rap, but I detail know that he tell every detail Where they at when I'm way back from the free mails to the weed sell I don't hear crap, in a haystack try'na keep track of a needle Blame it on the louder the sound of new growling stomach Drowning out all that I see is these open mouths in abundance All around and you can count on 'em popping up like the sun does daily Famished bro resortin' to violence you wouldn't wanna pay me Damage your ego strip it from you like you don't need it Lay the humble pie down in front you and make you eat it They disgruntled we could confront you no f**ing secret Hunger I'ma let in a gun or I'm goin' heated [Hook: Ubiquitous] Homie-Homie gotta get his He give a f** how I get mine Maybe my name'll make the headline Doing fed time standing on the breadline Now I'm hype and I'm fed up Bout to pull a heist on a bread truck I cite, red rum, they shoulda never not fed us

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