[Verse 1: Sesta]

Get your plans on the run, abandon the gun

Truth in the dark, body parts in the dungeon

As a human you function, 'till it consume you

But all your friends, can't trust 'em

They all haters, they all traitors

Bringing up the past, digging up a graveyard

I set my phaser to quasar

And I'm taking aim on whatever's on my radar

Eliminate non-discriminate like

No god, don't go into the light

It's a trap like a transgender

On a bender of revenge

When your sleeping at night time he gonna get ya

Your favourite rapper is a cliche

And last week he was a DJ, the D swinger, the BC bringer

While you put your feelings in hashtag on Twitter

[Hook: Trials]

Sun! Up to sun down we ready to come round

You ready to duck down? Sun! Up to sun down

In the night 'till the lights go out

Sun! Up to sun down we ready to come round

You ready to duck down? Sun! Up to sun down

In the night 'till the lights go out

[Verse 2: Hons]

If the world is my oyster then I'm a take the bag limit

Fuck, just my piece of pie I'll stick the whole wang in it

Move a crowd, give them motion sickness

Now you need oars once the boat is tipping

So what's the difference, trust us to rock it

Don't trust a man under 40 in my cockpit

What? Nothing suss there?

I'm a take this plane ticket man and trade for some bus fare

A couple years back, yeah, I tried the drug thing

Thought they were friend zoned turned out they fucked me

But I'm happy now, finally get to dance around

The grave of lost souls ever since we cut the cancer out

Scrimmaging my crew tight brothers in arms man

Not one of us ever drop that ball like Steve Bartman

But no space mutants, shit you heard of good rap music

Now you finally put a face to it

[Hook: Trials]

Sun! Up to sun down we ready to come round

You ready to duck down? Sun! Up to sun down

In the night 'till the lights go out

Sun! Up to sun down we ready to come round

You ready to duck down? Sun! Up to sun down

In the night 'till the lights go out

[Verse 3: Trials]

Ha! Bring your king he don't jack about T

On the [?] board they call me captain howdy. (howdy!)

'Till I'm outie do the sucker to the death

The bell went, I punched him in the head in front of the ref

Now I'm banned from botchi, hand to god

He's got a neck that flex like Bill Cosby

Watch me pick on the ugliest klingon

Roll up to the border with a Mockbell wig on

(You holding?) Yep, smuggle in six 6 stolen

IPhones to North Korea the I Rick Rolled 'em

Golden Era forever, if not, fuck you

Good luck on your future endeavours

Nah, I make it hard for your business

While the beat drop like a Mafia witness

Yeah, fuckin' bout that and then some

'Bout to some real estate in the next dimension

[Hook: Trials]

Sun! Up to sun down we ready to come round

You ready to duck down? Sun! Up to sun down

In the night 'till the lights go out

Sun! Up to sun down we ready to come round

You ready to duck down? Sun! Up to sun down

In the night 'till the lights go out