[Verse 1: Trials]
Ayy, bootleg it, I don't give a fuck who said it
Whose record, whoever the fuck pressed it
You can't steal a style like Trials (That's a no no)
Second brain carbon copy like Han Solo
No photos at techno nights
Lookin' like Kimbo Slice in retro Nikes, huh
I'd rather be drinking rum till I'm asked to leave
Or at home with my mum if you ask police
T, just about to let you know
If you catch a fish bigger than you to never let it go
They run their mouth, uh, they can't help it
Knowin' I'm the joker of the pack that don't get dealt with
All aboard the sinking ship
Flying a flag of battle with no oars to paddle, huh
Ain't cheap [?] making you move
If your shoe fits, unlace it and make it a noose, motherfucker
[Chorus: Trials]
Bootleg it, bootleg it, you can't buy skills like this
Tapes or disc, I don't give a fuck
Bootleg it, bootleg it, pass the starter round
DJ put the stylus down, they wanna
Bootleg it, bootleg it, you wanna steal it?
Rack it? Jack it? Put it in your jacket
And bootleg it, bootleg it, see I ain't payin' for shit
Bootleg it, I ain't payin' for shit
[Interlude: Trials]
Check these little DJs out, looking like mysterious girls and shit
You can't bootleg skills fuckers, Reflux, break it down baby
[Scratches Interlude 1: DJ Reflux]
"Yeah, ‘cause I’m on some old new shit"
"Yeah, ‘cause I’m on some old new shit"
"Think-think-think—yeah"
"Think twice" "'Cause I'm on some old new shit"
"Think-think-think-think..." "Yeah"
"Think twice" "'Cause I'm on some old new shit"
"Some old new shit"
"Think twice" "'Cause I'm on some old new shit
I got more styles than you see in a Kung Fu flick"
[Pre-Verse: Sesta]
Bootleg it, I ain't paying for shit
Bootleg it, I ain't paying for shit
Bootleg it, bootleg it, I ain't paying for shit
Bootleg it, I ain't paying for shit, ayy
[Verse 2: Sesta]
You ain't, you ain't ever gonna get it
Rapper can put it down but you ain't going to sell it
Straight from the belly and prob'ly the baddest, I'm gonna
Fill it with madness before I'm gone
And that will not be long 'cause of where we get down
Is high risk like starin' at Pamela Lee's mouth
Come from a city, rap like you don't
Bro, that's scummy like a bitch that smoke; and that's real
I got the feelin' I'm killin' the floor
She got the spirit in her system and pill in her jaw (gulp)
Disappearing like Rifkin out the system
I don't vote nor pay for your opinions
They mean nothin' to me
You keep suckin' on the hand for the love of the cheese
So bootleg it, bootleg it, I ain't paying for shit
Bootleg it, I ain't paying for shit
[Chorus: Trials]
Bootleg it, bootleg it, you can't buy skills like this
Tapes or disc, I don't give a fuck
Bootleg it, bootleg it, pass the starter 'round
DJ put the stylus down, they wanna
Bootleg it, bootleg it, you wanna steal it?
Rack it? Jack it? Put it in your jacket
To bootleg it, bootleg it, see I ain't payin' for shit
Bootleg it, I ain't payin' for shit
[Verse 3: Hons]
Trials drop the beat, let it smash like an antique
Sample never cleared and drums bangin' like a stampede
One hundred percent authentic
No cheap-shot punch lines so even the fuckin' poor get it
Fill the tracks like no more gaps
And after last year, I don't want to hear no raps
But I'm a bitter fuck, ask your girl how this bastard tastes
Ain't find my disc in a Balinese marketplace
Cock sucker, I stay grounded
Like I tried to board Air Force One with a box cutter
Twice as gross, certifiedly dope
Same goes to my crew like an isotope
But I don't give a fuck, go ahead and bootleg it
That ain't so easy when my squad always legless
Hard pressed to find skill like my crew
My skin tough as nails so good luck trying to bite through
[Scratches Interlude 2: ADFU]
"Step to this, you're good as gone"
"Good as gone"
"Step to this, you're good as gone"
"Blow you-blow you-blow you-blow you out of the frame"
"Step to this, you're good as gone"
"Release the bomb"
"Blow you-blow you-blow you out-out of the frame"
[Chorus: Trials]
Bootleg it, bootleg it, you can't buy skills like this
Tapes or disc, I don't give a fuck
Bootleg it, bootleg it, pass the starter 'round
DJ put the stylus down, they wanna
Bootleg it, bootleg it, you wanna steal it?
Rack it? Jack it? Put it in your jacket
To bootleg it, bootleg it, see I ain't payin' for shit
Bootleg it, I ain't payin' for shit