Makin' Art from Therapeusic by Trax A Trillion

i step to the mic,
this stage is mine for the rest of the night,
this the music i was destined to write,
people moving and the groove is infesting their minds,

their not interested in rhymes,
but i do the shit any way,
rhyming is religious,
and im praying for a better day,

heaven made rhymes, for the end of times,
to mend our minds, and bend the lines,
we defend our crimes, to keep us afloat,
until we blend our chimes into one note

until we all realize were on one boat,
until we all realize were on one boat,
i sing for my sanity, in times of calamity,
and i pray to the canopy, im in my zone,

and im picking bones,
got issues with the misuse of the sylables,
infused, with influence of the illest flows
its feudal to intrude when im killin shows,

silly hoes, and wack MCs get straight muffed,
lets blaze up,
all the real MCs rage up,
straight up, they don’t wanna pay us,

they wanna enslave us, disengage us
discourage us from whats sacred
i won’t lie for my paystub,
i tell truths cuz i know where they can take us

never let them cage us,
never let them change us,
these empty threats don’t phase us
we raise up, we raise up,

HOOK

City slums to the trailer parks,
spittin bars, making art,



X3

Everybody come together,
We at the show raging hard,

V2
get down with the rythm.
feel it when the hi hat get kicking,
chicken the china, the chinese chicken,
give this chick my drumstick and she gettin to licking,

cuz i been in the lab, with a pen and a pad,
a guitar, and a keyboard, inventing these raps
if i sent u these beats u prolly send em right back,
im a sensitive soul, Id be offended by that,

so i skipped that pain, and made the song myself,
yeah i made this all myself,
that way i saved all my wealth,
now i came to rock the bells,

and melt faces, hell raising,
still chasing, standing ovations,
still playing empty dark basements,
convinced that the music im making is sacred

No debating it’s motivating,
I slow the pace up just so I can troll the basics,
Then I build it back up bra the flows amazing
I broke the cages, bent the bars back,

Better fall back, off my ballsack
Keenan Thompson yeah I’m all that,
That’s a call back, to the old Trax,
Still the lion king, known to maul cats,
Magic on the microphone,
Grab it and then I transform,
Back into some type of goat,
Baaa I got riotous flows All types of folks

Listen to the music, the rhythm goes stupid,
It takes a village to make the children lose it,
Save the kids, let’s make this shit inclusive

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Pop Punk
• blues rock
• reggae
• underground hip hop
• underground rap
• Lansing