The Introduction Rap

[Treezy]

I got the beat given temperate heat while I spit

And now it is time for me to stand while all you sit

So now that that’s settled, lets get one thing straight…

I am the fishing pole and they are the bait

When I say they I am reffering to the hatas

That turned their back on me like I was a perpatrator

But for now I will ingnore-those sore-bastards that hang before

Me and the motha fuckin door

Anyways I wanna take the time to recognize

That fact that I will inevitbly spit until I die

I will keep spitin until the world realize

That there is more to life than money & blue skies

And I am one who never stops & always will try

To keep the wheels runnin until they burn dry

Sometimes I feel like I am a bird and not a guy

Prolly cuz my ryhmes so dope I feel I can fly

People always ask me Trevor Maclee, why?

I just look look at em straight in the ma fuckin eye

And with a bad ass expression, I just reply

Cuz im a G bitch, don’t have to wear a tie

I got respect for my elders and respect for the game

But other people don’t and that’s a ma fuckin shame

See im like charzard, spittin nuttin but flame

And now im in the game, and I will always remain

When I dropped the beat, then all the people came

Acted like it was football or some sort of game

But it was nuttin but me, in the middle of the crowd

And now im so hi, im sittin fishin on a cloud

You see this world’s like a jungle…

Some people disrespectful, other people humble

I just sit back and watch the world crumble

I watch one side score and the other one fumble

I’m only askin to score once, I aint askin for double

If you don’t like me, then your askin for trouble

I’m determined to blow you up & pop yo ass like a bubble

Hangin wit me then your ridin on the T-DUB shuttle

If your not then your drownin in a ma fuckin puddle

Say I cant spit, that’s just a misconception

Im ridin one way…headin in one direction

I don’t need money or goods to make my life perfection

Tell me I cant make it…ill come back like resurrection

If they ask for a reply don’t be given em none

See we’ve done shit that aint none of em done

This raps dedicated to the homies in da 831

Keep ya head up and keep them cops out on the run

I come from the 831 where youngsters go dumb

And smoke til ther brains hurt and they body goes numb

I spit for da homies that remain in the our code

Im talking bout the g’s that have been left out in da cold

I don’t need much strength cuz I got my mentality

This physiology brain will kill you like life is in biology

I rap shit like presents, and rap with much integrity

I wanna make it big…but after all this is reality