Rising Son - Tripolar (feat. Skinnyman & Mongo)

Make sure you've got your tickets for the Tripolar Express
All aboard
Ha
Yeah
You know what time it is now
It's Mud Fam time
Yeah
Rising Son, Skinnyman, Mongo
Done know let's do this
Yo, coming at you live from the tenements
It's the Earth element sending them in an early grave
We yearn the stage all else is irrelevant
The fact that we still here is a testament to ourselves
We were Heaven sent, however ironically sent to Hell
Well, this one's for the sentiment
Three dignified kings align in the sky to signify the rising of the Phoenix
It's triple trouble Tripolar triplicate triple helix
It's like Twilight of the God's again rebooted and remixed
Skinny, Mongo and Rising, Zeus, Hades and Poseidon
If it's beef then we riding, who wanna compete with the titans
Two brothers I can confide in we vibing sublime rhyming
This is divine timing and it's nothing like silence
It's high science and what binds us is thicker than blood
We mineral rich and some criminally sick with it thugs
So flick off your gloves step in the ring and find out
That it's the same sun that softens the ice that hardens the mud
What
We got what you want and we
The only ones rockin' like this so come rush me now
All aboard the Tripolar Express
We off the rails and this is how we do away with the stress
It's like
We got what you want and we
The only ones rockin' like this so come rush me now
All aboard the Tripolar Express
We off the rails and the only thing we're making's a mess
Alright hold up take your blindfolds off
The three of we is Tripolar, consider it a gift
Feel the shifting like a paradigm polar to the power of nine
That's times three last of a dying breed
Cross the tracks step on the power line
Fam-Bully across the map that's my time, me too, me three
Tripolar even when a guy's solo, ay yo
Freeze
Take a trip with the trappers across the bridge like triplets
It's goats Billy, the roads roasters who're supposed to boast
Mo's an overdose of dopeness so love us or loathe us
You can't affect us you're bogus
Mud on the road, loveable rogues
Who close to those who knows us most is those we chose to hold closest
Who help us keep focus regain your composure poser it's over
Nibiru orphan earth scorching giant footprints in the mud
Leave my mark like giant rings in the tub filthy
We got what you want and we
The only ones rockin' like this so come rush me now
All aboard the Tripolar Express
We off the rails and this is how we do away with the stress
It's like
We got what you want and we
The only ones rockin' like this so come rush me now
All aboard the Tripolar Express
We off the rails and the only thing we're making's a mess
What
Illuminate the darkest skies at night
Three stars shining bright see us the guiding light the three Magi
Sitting high looking down from the winter sky
Upon the crux where they've sent the Lord's son to die
The true Horus the horizon for the sun to rise
The Rising Son the time has come the stars aligned
The ages of the aeons birthing a brand new time
To see the people of the mud get their time to shine
The information overload for the fragile minds
Overstanding the order for us to organise
Synchronise, centralise and start to realise
They think the battle of Gods will happen in disguise
It's always in plain sight get your brain right
Tripolar Express, you're getting on the train right
Train of sort, train of thought, training for the sport
Try know star, Tripolar
All aboard
Da Da Da Da Daaa
And we the only ones rockin' like this so come rush me now
All aboard the Tripolar Express
We off the rails and this is how we do away with the stress
It's like
We got what you want and we
The only ones rockin' like this so come rush me now
All aboard the Tripolar Express
We off the rails and the only thing we're making's a mess
Haaa
You know what time it is now
It's dead time
It's take off your head time
It's putting all those heads to bed time
You know what time it is
It's time for the Rising Son
The time has come
Spitting hot flames until our time is done
Listen we're never gonna done
You'll never get rid of us
We are the Mud
We live forever
Yeah

Written by:
A Holland, M Hussian, S Oliviere

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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