Ars Gratia Artis This is Ars, this is Trill, this is Heavy, this is me This is how my soul responds when I am questioned by the beat This is how I feel at night, when I be sleeping by myself So this is how I base my heart and personality's wealth My pressure is deeper than depths of space I've folded too many times and co-existed with fakes Sounds weak, right? Like…tryna stop on a green light All gassed up from this scene might just stop rapping and sing like: I really need somebody, tell me you're that somebody One time for my real life, I've died out and dived in Just to see how that feels like, so my testaments keep piling Just the very thought of lifting free Drum this fear out, bring me to my knees Cross your fingers, change to grow A wish is all we'll ever know This is how I live, and this is how I breathe So this is how I plan on making real life out of dreams If these were my last words before I passed away I hope they spell out most of what my mixtapes had to say So this go'n be that first time that I break off from that bullshit that y'all may call Real Raps, hell naw Real looking like it fell off I'd bare all and share pay if this trill music got air play Y'all shank shots from these airwaves but its green grass on my fairways Look, enough with the rapping on beats Let me be blunt, they don't think anything of it when this shit'll happen to me So I wanna be, everything me Anytime anything happened to C Jaded from everything mapping my being So anything I become something I need, it's me Chorus Old flow but the world feel new So it's dope when you're rapping and the words still you Still trill for the letters in my name so I'm tryna put in work for the better of the game Got to see it right cause this shit's like agents Ain't nobody playing ain't nobody got patience Everybody foul everybody gotta fragrance Everybody loud, don't nobody know cadence This is my drop off, my vanity don't seem to fit where I plan to be So I plead the fifth to my sanity This heart regrets a lone path, ain't no architects in my past Kept this art and thinking I'm good So never will I fall to thinking I've passed Speaking of the fall, the leaves have turned red Represents the trees that spoke in my head Did it for the pile of hope on my desk And just a little flower coat when I rest, and everything's good Chorus

Naughty By Nature Mathematic addict, Illmatic, a little static Plus a rabbit outta hat be the magic I'm pumping at it Mr. Flow Properly Rapping don monopoly Microphonic Trilla, writing shit that they could not believe I'm not a killer, I just bust a lot Hear 'em talk about the money, what the fuss about? Nothing I, only show emotion when you hear me start to cuss a lot Fuck it, I started from the bottom and I stuck it out Still here, starting to murder beats, never heard of me Still in position to further reach on a Star, system, planet, galaxy Yoda how I rap, 'cause I'm dope: they mad at me I never knocked for cops locked the drop They tried to stop my hop and did not so hip hop hooray Chorus So gimmie the beat my God Assassinate survived, I'm 25, and plan to die Soon as them pigs fly Moving through pits of fire Hell if I won't try, well if a rope tied 'Round my neck, swear I needed the respect so I left with a tech aim strapped at they're mother fucking necks Screaming, "Give me what I ordered or the bullets take effect, less I feel that y'all important for this movement I address" I'm a lot more pissed and bit less stressed So I promise what you're hearing isn't nothing more than best It's so hard just to maintain in this game where the fame for your name can bring dangerous heinous results It's the most non-appealing of feelings like maybe this thing hasn't changed for the names that we lost So rest in peace Pac & Big Pop Y'all the only ones to give props, so hip hop hooray Chorus Picture perfect, I paint perfect picture Bomb a hoochie with my dick and tell the bird to bring her sister It's a block party baby doll are you down? I think you oughta be, you hardly ever partying now I'm hearing sodomy and lottery's the new language But I'm philosophy and Socrates and Wu-Tang bitch Buying booty on they birthday on that 2 Chainz shit I'm America's Most Wanted, on my Hussein shit I'm tryna kick in my description of pimpin on these hos So try and listen poppa grippin his vision for each flow Swear I'm livid from the gimmicks of rapping for cheap dough So now money for me? That's more money for y'all Still gunning for me? I'm still running from y'all You still running them streets? That's why I stay in my yard Now take the last 6 bars and rewind And think of it opposite, I swear I'm just ahead of my time That's just a bullet point for your facts of life Flow duckin' bullet points for these captions like How the fuck should I care about somebody else's opinion Got Puerto Rico, Filipino, Irish and Dominicans From Rapid City, L.A., and my people's from the east See them commenting on videos like, "Trillo give me peace." So it's amen 'till the pistols pop, I'm giving thanks to all I found in hip hop So hip hop hooray

Analytically speaking I'm thinking I'm sort of different My compromises seem to be part of the difference I've let relationships fade, my patience away I guess the music is my only dedication to date It's my reality, my spoken punctualities will bury my anatomy and rearrange it radically Of course, I take notes I play her favorite song just to see that thang go My repertoire has never caused another to beef So how the hell they show you love and there ain't nothing for me? I guess it's no more Mr Nice Guy Hello Mr Nice Bars, better get familiar with them hella Trillo iPods …hold up… Young bandit, Trillo kicks bright so them bitches sun damaged Whether it's an issue if I'm serving the beat I'm finna burn this fucker down like a murderous streak So who your wifey's favorite rapper, homie I suggest you ask her …who'd she say? They say I pause too much I say that lightbulb in my head is what I pause too, bruh Took a second to register clever memory enemas Letters of comprehensive intelligently offending us My movie wouldn't have a happy ending, but if I'm my own producer I don't have to have an ending I awake in a roomful of notes Flip-side they beats, take that lyrical coast And I'm gone If you bumped the last 12 bars smoking weed up in your car, well alright If you're laying down in bed with some speakers to your head, well alright If you're wylin' at a party hella vibin on somebody, alright Just know I'm coasting on these tracks pictured listeners relaxed when I write, well alright I just wanna cuss at mother fucker, tell him what it is Be like, "Look mother fucker this the reason that I live. Go and sit back and act, like the fact that I ain't black be the reason why you mother fuckers laughing at my tracks." That's a trap, you the dirtiest of rats, handle that See my tracks wouldn't worry 'bout no rats, handled that Pan the camera, wicked with the raps that's a fact Pan handler, opposite of that, that's a wrap Now wouldn't that be nice? That volume maxed out on it's levels so they slap me right Already chin-checked the devil so they cast me light A virgin to shitty music so these raps be tight My mainframe the same thang that Marvin sang That's soul, man The game changed and paused them thangs That's why I'm here to resurrect Watch a movement take effect in they chests Put this wisdom to they necks like a tech Watch they steps, cause this knowledge ain't a gift it's a bet And I hope y'all win Gotta go all in It's better when your patience will prevail Fuck a full house, fuck them imitations that they sell Fuck a bad bitch, want a great woman, fuck that average Fuckin rap shit, got me working out these cracked lips Where the chapstick? I'ma be here for a minute I'ma be the only rapper who could beat up on his image My weaknesses aren't flaws, they sorta a gift from God A challenge that I accept and I overcame when it dawned so I'm gone… Chorus

Old school habits, I'm still at it and I been in this dirt so long it feels average I'm tryna flip debates You know, that shit that really make them little hipsters hate So level with me, dog, fix the bass How could you tell me I ain't liable Beating up this track and going tribal Rivals, semi-sipping juice up on they rides though My folk, tend to tip they hates cause both they eyes low Wild though, flippin' bitches bootys for the style, yo I've got spectacular dreams Some wake up morning after morning doing average things I'm like a pet shop owner dealing serpents for your garden Might go Thabo Sefalosha on these fuckin James Hardens Might go Aubrey Drake Graham and tell you all just where I started It's a little different atmosphere now that the fear's departed So lemme speak Just go on and tell 'em this is my dream Tryna link, I'm a previous felon for how I think What's a king, it's a Trillo who talking on what he see Lemme breathe, this everything momma want me to be So I'm kinda pushing the point I anoint like a pastor who puffing religious joints Saying prayers for my peoples who putting on for they boys Brain kicking, brand new tape but I ain't different Old school hate and I can't listen Somebody told me tell you to go So I'm throwing y'all my name I won't say it again CJ Trillo Get that shit on a chain Put your boy on a shirt don't sell that shit to them lames or pussy poppers for fame Damn though…that's disrespect to me though Y'all call collect and I'm free though I stack chips and y'all Fritos I'm Mike Jack and y'all Tito

I got a girl now, look at what my world now cousin Living to love life, I'm giving to let love in Couldn't of pictured her more impressive Studies have shown her architecture is more or less of Ancient mythology, offered apologies Told her I'm working on everything that I gotta be Hottest as modest mother fuckers minus monotony Properly lay these mother lovers so they can rock with me God is my a'witness Pick apart this script shit Kick it like I need a golden goblet and a cane on some pimp shit This is Kobe dropping faders in the fourth This is perfect ingenuity and nothing less than more So once I hit my pinnacle I'll probably open doors Throwing welcome matts at anyone who doubt what I record Tell them that I ain't do this here for anything y'all need This is strictly for my soul…do you agree? I get up, I feel the sun through my window Ain't no place that I can't go And ain't enough, I'ma take more Ain't nothing holding me back I stay up and see the moon where my heart is And battle back through the darkness I couldn't leave where my art sits It's always calling me back What I neglect to mention is my bad intentions Or, rather my troubles with my past directions I've cast this section in places I don't walk Where your friends don't listen and your family never talks See this is when I say some serious shit On whether God is on my side of if he really exists But I've decided Im a product of music, art, and its soul So if God isn't on my side then guess I'm better below Prettiest penny if plenty people inspired That's why Im taking it slower, thats how Im taking you higher Y'all rather freeze in the rain and Id rather burn in the fire Write about it in raps to show 'em what I desired Truth be told I'm a loosely bold Rhyme writer, crime fighter through this booth he owns A couple thousand views and I ain't really hate for it Still Trill on every track, for the sake of it Chorus

Look pops, I done put a lot of work into this art form I know you sometimes wonder how the struggles I'll depart from Just help me out and put some faith in what you've taught I've taken every lesson put some work into those thoughts So tenfold I'ma kill this game for what's inside Of your heart from when you felt that you couldn't provide I guess you couldn't see when lights adjusted to your flutters And I know you lost your wife, but god damn I lost a mother I almost cry sometimes I say that I feel that's sorta weak since all this drama happened way back I should've faced the truth but kept it locked and hid astray And all that made me true became a lie that fades away I'm telling you it wasn't part of what I had intended When you and I had drifted off and somehow got offended Your my only parent left and I would die for what you bleed Cause after all, children just a product of they're seed This relationship's been damaged Bruise black hammered I only wanna bring us back to blue black hammocks and chill with ya Take a second to start to build with ya Feel with ya, pouring drinks I can spill with ya Just me and you and reminiscing And speak about this life and how it feels to close that distance It's us against the world and we the captains of offense Let's terrorize these demons that had captured what we dreamt Don't take this verse as a cop-out I've replenished Matter fact, I'ma call you when I'm finished I'ma tell you that I'm planning something big for you in store This music shit go'n help us get that whip that you adore My life began in castles, for a minute fell to shambles But bet your fuckin ass I hit the jackpot on this gamble See Ima do it how you wanted from the get-go And that's word to Cindy Miraflor Trillo So lemme speak to you Where the fuck do I begin? I miss you, I wish you could've still been in my lens I wish I would have spoken more, understood your focus more In talks I wish I opened more Deeper than the ocean floor But wishin' and a'prayin got me nowhere in my life Which fucks my thinking up because I felt that's all you tried You gave your will to God and threw your life into his hands Gave extra time to scriptures and put faith in his demands Now I ain't saying that's where most my anger starts Rather it's the fact I saw your muscles fall apart I saw your face relinquish all that you ever embodied Then saw the drugs diminish as they ran throughout your body I was 10 when I first saw that chemo bald your cap And I felt so enraged I swore I'd buy you a new hat Childish precinct, your child is blinking to shield away the pain from all that childish thinking But honestly you've given more than I should ever get I found my love for music through the pain from when you left And to this day it's sustenance for every time I fail I just wish that I could say I'm putting money in the mail Kinda hard but I'll say it Im speaking through this playlist, I'm bleeding on these songs for you and hoping heaven play it Im seeing what the clouds can do and how they seem to save it Tell God Im sorry for my sins and ask him to be patient By the way, I received your little gift She's beautiful I feel like all is better when we kiss She's smarter than your son and everything I hadn't worked to be… and I know you did that purposely I guess this letter serves as knowledge of my growth Cause had this been '06 I probably never would've wrote Momma you all I see when people ask me how I write And you all I ever feel when I step into those lights So lemme speak to you

The most beautifullest thing in the world is a new mother cradling her baby girl, or a Young father teaching how to be a man and how we can't control the things that we don't understand It's beautiful, seeing elder couples holding hands To know that type of love is something definitely in my plans I've watched a thousand videos on music and it's essence And its absolutely beautiful to stand before its presence I think the beauty in a young adult developing is seeing mental growth occur with how they choose to settle things I'm hella proud when I see beauty in my eyes Just to know that I'm around to witness age of 25 It's a lot more beautiful to see your low a prize And a lot more of you to do to be what you decide And the top sorta usual alone up there forever But a lot more beautiful if each of us together Chorus It's all beautiful, look it's all beautiful The juice worth the squeeze, tell your girl she all fruitiful It's all passionate, freedom fighting advocates So tell your neighbor to chill if he ain't having it We party solely for the miracle of life Throwing testaments at witnesses and wearing only white It's beautiful making it apparent for these types When they boys be saying shit like, 'you aint hearing homie right' Just check the method its the simplest of diagrams Keeping what's important, no resorting here to violence Silence, let us hear them beatifullest violins Playing for them people we done lost throughout them higher sins I watch the news and my soul becomes distraught Over crimes committed basically on what somebody's taught Survival of the fittest and it seems to be the usual But still I think it's all beautiful Chorus

Microphone check, 1-2, 1-2 Trillo coming out your tape deck, who brung you? I done busted out your place with the cash in hand and they aint even built a case for my factions man Kicking guerrilla war tactics Taking over Earth while it's spinning on it's axis Trillo killin verses and shittin on your absence Former Chino residence the evidence is captioned, be sure to bring your glasses Shoulda been here, who the fuck you sleeping on If you was in porno you the role that's getting skeeted on Speaking on a facial, tell your girl she needed more I swear she act a dime when really though she just a four She say her favorite line is still the only one she knows The one that I just wrote to single out the biggest hos Ain't a ting for da raps but I, still furtha Only two words for the fire, kill murda I'm on my T-R-I-double-L-O shit Sparking up another little L, oh shit No shit mother fucker, this is no hope shit Got me feeling like a young ass Kobe with the fro Yeah you know B, taking Eddie Jones' seat Wearing 8 and balling, shooting jumpers from the floor seats Courtesy reverses through the lane for what they owe me Stupid bitches, I aint have to have a Shaq Put me right between the kicks and I ain't have to have a map Hope you bought your season tix Im coming back with acid raps And a whole lotta chances for these rappers talking smack This my presidential run Doing numbers out in LA, seeing presidential funds Taking digits like Im swooping bricks out of ya stash spot I'm riding till I hear it's last stop, so the wraps's off Cast off, tell 'em back off or the track's off I'm more or less an indica they more a crack rock I'm sorta like the quarterback they more of a mascot It's capital and bitches, got that shit on the caps lock Chorus I'ma chief rocka number one chief rocka The gun keep popping Ima bump Pete Rock'a The one keep choppas on the run chief proper So… I keep it intact, in fact its brand new Playing dirty so a young'n can't lose, it's round 2 They tried to find the fake and guess they found you I'm security and finna bounce you…so bounce dude A lil midget on the scene is how I perfectly envision how y'all living in my dreams It's a natural indifference Witnessing magnificence Trillo kick it nice is what the general consensus is Existential word selection centerfold my emphasis Sense and science synthesis explain all the pretentiousness So serve a plate and show me manners 'Tis the season for the come up, guess who's Santa? Chorus

So gimmie my beats, let me just write Lemme learn to love, lemme just Life Given one week, I live it like a last So every time I speak, it's knowledge from the past And if I wasn't deep, so deep in a world of hate I guess I'd, be the brightest of them stars in space So lemme, give your sister just a little teach And your, brother said he couldn't wait to meet I favor timing as my weapon If ever destiny is stepping I throw some bass up in this ruckus And serve a flow to do her justice Why can't a man fall free, ain't our lowest points in life the lessons all need? Hang out with these lowest lifes and watch them all sink 'Cause they don't let they soul divide amongst all things God damnit I've arrived 24 years and now I'm stretching 25 Constantly on death but yet it makes me feel alive So living looking like its only better when I try This isn't venting anymore, I swear its just the preference I adore Used to be tearing through the crease and now it's therapy to me Chorus All wishes to the very best of y'all Just know that your decisions keeps your energy involved Unless the message vivid gotta learn through when you fall So once you have the difference its your time to take it all As for me, it's a process I'm working through these luminescent objects Tryna find the moon, I'm pressing conquests Above my only fears is where I digress A little tired…my face reflects my lows so its a little better higher I could've but I shouldn't have to face this shit alone Unless a different path can promise me to take me home I live addicted to the rhythms, injected several inks into my written compositions Religion taught me how to never be faithless, but music taught me where my personal faith is I find it resting in the moss Between the kick and snare is where I'm resting all my thoughts Included was the woman who could never be replaced I know exactly what she'd say Chorus

My concept is so complex Like a snitch bitch out of jail, I won't tell Who I, where I, took a look up in that mirror Found the devil meddling Damnit that's unsettling Well fuck him, and fuck you too Cause all responses from the truth is who the fuck, who you? What's a nuisance, Im 'bout to lose it on this shit Know what, fuck it no I won't Give me 14 instrumentals and a large amount of dro Bitches pause around the throne, and they calling that a margin looking awesome in my robes Semi-ballin must've fallen from a foster founded home Brains is swellin' ain't no telling if I'm God around this ho So dance, I fancy thoughts of moving to my beats Hand me hand-me-downs it's classy how I use that shit for weeks And rock a motha fuckin rhythm like it's Friday, Friday A buck fifty on that highway, highway 3 cops, 2 feds, 1 duffy, this like 3 Pacs, 2 Bigs, 1 Puffy, I might Kill the game like its something that I thought out To those of y'all who doubt it, eat your motha fuckin heart out My concept is too complex Third strike for these rappers now, who's on deck? Take a wild guess Blowing loud sess Fullest action, wylyin' out while Trillo stay relaxing Fascists, y'all contemporary thoughts Peep my secondary, legendary Pan-Ameri cross Cross back cross back, whatever y'all be bumping in clubs we off that Tims, we off that Rims, we off that Whenever y'all be throwing them dubs we off that Praise Allah our father mighty, follow all almighty dollars Sensing worst things, sensi-herb for them tings Id blow a hundred grand if I had it, all on magic Hoping I could turn a mofucker to a habit And I don't want 1's, 20's, 50's 1-double-0, I want Bens, Savage So gimmie just a little time with a beat Ill turn that mofucker from a lion to beast Gotta eat when your tummy aint at peace, my God Best meal homie had in weeks by far White walls, all up in the mix Finna put a couple hos in this bitch Cooperated might drop the tape, made of honey from the buzzing Ill proceed to make So lemme at it Im a grown ass man, you the wrong type Y'all be looking like a little bitch on prom night Slick slack fitted to the waste, jet blue You an artist or a sellout? Choose. I don't really fuck with all that I don't really phone a suit 'till a mofucker call back Aint no need for me to fall back Levitated seeing snakes in the game, I paused that This a little flow deep in the riddle couple sheep in the middle but the flock look all black So tell me what a lone man to do, I'm with the devil moving dancing shoes and fuck that Just gimmie all the land, all the land to the east So I can plant fields of lyrically-fed beats Put me on the stage with a half stack set, tell a record exec I'm tryna mess with his head Spit a bit more real, how a broke man feel on the bottom with a little bit of Pac at his heels Im tryna kick it like Im lasting time Y'all mofuckers kick it half the time, so what's real?

She got a little class, watching her hips clash A little soul, when letting her fears go And this, free style that's calming the streets down She's that gracious type that hates the hype I see her lay up on that leather couch sideways Praying she don't ever leave for history or God's sake Mind state beauty, drives me crazy every day So when I say I love you, what's a fool supposed to say? Chorus So vibe with me, tell me how you want it I'ma use the God in me I think that ain't nobody move it quite like you, it's got me hoping ain't nobody else your rhythm would choose Chorus It's whatever you like, whatever you like, whatever them people do in the night You gotta know, baby we should play this game for two

Mothafucka Im ill, a lot worst A frail frame and Im awkward My brain is a campfire, surrounded by demons and vampires I shouldn't be winning this, according to several percentages Ive counted my weapons and manpower, decided Im working advanced hours Im ill, Im plagued with how I feel Like life aint worth it living just for dollar bills But on that same note, ambitions for me aint broke Im Brooklyn ballin in rhymes, and rich in halos See aint no difference if time was doing cartwheels Just keep my sickness in line with how my heart feels Coordinated designs in time I let go Only to find Im living divine upon the threshold of life in it's entirety, entirely caught Witnessed the lows of self-impeachment through the fires Ive walked Distraught indeed Ive deemed it necessary helping the lost So, Im feeling ill every time that I talk Sometimes Im feeling ill, sometimes Im feeling crossed Sometimes Im feeling good, that I could feel this lost Sometimes Im feeling broke, sometimes Im feeling paid Sometimes I feel I smoke, to push the pain away So tell me if Im lost or tell me if Im ill Through sickness and in health, this music keeps me listening Ive traveled so far from my mind, defeated distances So what the difference is, is nothing y'all can pay me Definitely determined in making miracles daily So look…just me and my team, writing these sentences selling my dreams Tell em Im puttin in work for the movement and telling our nemesis fuck what they think Cause they go'n be bumping that same shit, so fuck all the people they came with Im sick in my lips and Im anxious, and rapping becoming my language So what that sound like? Will I put it down like, "Wuddup lemme spit some stupid shit and tell that brown dyke shuddup" Or keep my pride intact Until a hater hear that clap, and hear that kick and hear that flow and be like, "Yeah, CJ's back…" Chorus

One time for the lady on the left, who put money on her house 180 on the 'Vette Works a damn hard job in the middle of the street, putting money in the bank buying shoes for her feet One time for the homie on the right, had a baby momma early but committed to her life Spends his hours on his girl, anything she'd fancy Puts his money in his faith and his trust in his family Two times for the aunt we know, struggling to keep faith and her pride afloat 55 years old with the mind of a young'n, barely realized that time aint nothing Three times for the best of life, gotta figure out your own is the best advice So the living I condone gotta take you higher Doing everything you love in your heart's desires 14 drinks to my next of kin Black, White, Puerto-Rican, Mexican Asian in the mix so they sets again Throw it up, throw it up for the rest of men Gotta spit a hundred bars just to paint the picture We all in it together, so in case I missed you Nobody's the same it's against our will so take a listen to the beat, and tell me how you feel: (Your turn)