Lorraine Motel Lyrics

Over this beat

Let's toast with wonderful drinks

This's Louis Armstrong

Blowing his horn in front of

The Sphinx

With his wife on his side

It's an enlightening vibe

I'm staring at the moon

As my brain's writing inside

Lightening inside my eyes

Clash of the Titans inside

Of the rhyme that's formulating

For thugs on the corner waiting

On the hottest blocks

This shit's like a Basquiat

This that official

Paint on my bristles rap

Splatting on the canvas

Like brains and gristle clapped

On a brick wall

Dripping like graffiti in three D

I lick off

messages inside of my cd

And pissed off

Cause niggas trying read me

Like braille but can't see me

They fail to really feel me

Now feel me like Ray Charles

In the house hearing crickets

I hear you too mama

And bear witness that

I'ma never let the world

Treat me like no cripple

Cause I'm a black king that's

worthy of a temple

And a palace

Crown

Throne

Scepter

And a chalice

And it's valid

To serve a traitor's head on a salad

What we call humanity

Is trapped in insanity

Raised in illusion

That cause confusion

For this I might face scrutiny

But is it rude of me

To say that

We don't know who to be

How to be

In this chaos that shrouded me

I might get shot like Martin

On the balcony

Then smothered with a pillow

With my blood in it

And by a civil suit

You can see I was killed by the government

Don't let them blame a scapegoat

Fuck the propaganda

And the fake quotes

Watch for CIA in they raincoat

Hiding under shades

And umbrellas

Trying to make it back

Just to burn a bunch of files

In some cellar

Then blame it on a drunk fella

Slumped by a packie doorway

Dude named Jorge

That's what some whore say

The court case evidence

Shows they were hiding snakes

So this is

Trizzmatic versus The United States