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(Rapid scratching—Tripp-Tripp-Trippy!)

Yo, yo—nah, i ain't playin' with y’all…

Let’s go!

(Record spinback—Tri-Tri-check it Trippy!)

I step in the booth—yeah, I'll settle this quick!

Turntablism’s fire, just a parlor trick!

I am Scratchin’ for clout on a stolen track,

But when the bassline drops—yo, your’ back!

You ClaimU look N 4 Fame ?

Nah, Nah, Nah, Nah,

You're a gimmick at best, Loops on repeat while the real one's flex!

You're Hiding behind decks, thinkin’ you slick,

(Ch-ch-chop it up Tripp!)

(Echoed)

You think you’re the master with all juggle's juggles and spins,

But the music’s got heartbeat and yours is just thin!

You can play with the wax, chase the flicks and the flair,

But the truth’s in the sound and you just ain’t there!

(Ch-ch-chop it up Tripp!)

(Scratching Solo transform cuts!)

(Ch-ch-chop it up Tripp!)

Decks and knobs won’t save you tonight,

I'm about to take flight,

Fake DJs fold!

(Ch-ch-chop it up Tripp!)

Call it a skill? Nah, call it a scam,

All preset sets just a programmed jam!

Watch you fumble beats outta sync,

Flashin’ your hands, but the sound too weak!

(Ch-ch-chop it up Tripp!)

While you cut and you scratch, I’m changin’ the game,

Legacy built, you just ridin’ the name!

(Ch-ch-chop it up Tripp!)

(Record backspin wicky-wah!)

(Ch-ch-chop it up Tripp!)

(Echoed)

You think you’re the master with all juggle's juggles and spins,

But the music’s got heartbeat yours is just thin!

You can play with the wax, chase the flicks and the flair,

But the truth’s in the sound you just ain’t there!

(Ch-ch-chop it up Tripp!)

(Record backspin wicky-wah!)

(Ch-ch-chop it up Tripp!)

Yeah, I’m bringin’ that heat just watch me ignite,

Turntablism’s a phase, I’m here for the fight!

No presets, no fake routines,

Just bars, just beats, just real MCs!

(Scratching solo fast furious!)

(Vinyl slows needle lifts…)

here’s my last word no time for the lame,

Your reign is a myth just a pawn in the game!

Spin that vinyl, livin’ the dream?

(Ch-ch-chop it up Tripp!)

(Record backspin wicky-wah!)

(Ch-ch-chop it up Tripp!)

(Record stops mic drop fade out…)

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REMIX by Tripp! Done, Done, Done! V 2

Old Man DJ Tripp

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I'm Done, Done, Done, Done,

I’m done play N games, tired of the charades,

Every smile's a mask, yeah, I’m break N the facade,

Used to chase the dreams, but they led me to the shade,

Now I’m standin’ on my own, no more debts to be paid.

I

I

I'm I am Done, Done, Done, Done,

Heart heavy from the weight, but I’m shed N the load,

Lost too many souls on this twisted road,

Echoes of the past, man, they haunt like a ghost,

But I’m risin’ from the ashes, yeah, I’m claimin’ my post.

No chains, no pain, no ties, no games,

New lane, insane, I’m done with the rain.

I’m done, I’m done, no more waste N my time,

Gon, na, take back my life, yeah, I’m done with the grime,

I’m done, I’m done, hear the sound of my voice,

Steppin’ outta shadows, man, I’m makin’ my choice.

Every promise broken, left me feel N, cold,

Trust is a rare gem, man, this world’s gone old,

Used to run with the wolves, now I’m break N, the mold,

No more second chances, I’m done be N, sold.

Life’s a game of chess, but I’m check N, my moves,

No more play N, nice, I’m just speak N, my truth,

Got my eyes on the prize, yeah, I’m chase N, my proof,

With every step I take, I’m reclaim N, my youth.

I’m done, I’m done (let’s go!)

I’m done, I’m done (no more!)

I’m done, I’m done (so cold!)

I’m done, I’m done (now glow!)

Count N, all my scars, yeah, they tell a tale,

From the lows to the highs, man, I’m break N, the veil,

Like a phoenix I rise, watch me blaze through the night,

I’m done with the fight, now I’m ready for flight.

Here’s my declaration, I’m done with the fear,

Faded memories linger, but I’m keep N, emmmmmm,

Learned to let go, now the path is clearer,

With every breath I take, man, I’m shift N, gear.

Chasin’ down my dreams, ain’t no back N, down now,

Life’s a canvas, paint it real, no need for a how,

I’m done with the doubt, I’m claim N, my crown,

With my head held high, I’m the talk of the town.

I’m done, I’m done, no more waste N, my time,

Gon, naa, take back my life, yeah, I’m done with the grime,

I’m done, I’m done, hear the sound of my voice,

Steppin’ outta shadows, man, I’m makin’ my choice.

(808's)

now you’ll remember my name.

Tripp T R I P P, Trippy,

Raise y