When my hand slips 
I blast six ballistic tips to the masses
I'm on the blacklist
a vast plan in mathematics
so I grip the last Damascus 
and bring my apparatus to slash shit

my verse passes lips havin' radiation risk
I'm a hip hop conservationist
and I'm lackin' patience in
my daily operation since we built up those relationships
my skills don't pay the bills coz its filth like you label it

I unlock information bits
I swapped installation disks
and got the indication quick
that your clique associations shift
i dunno what your situation is 
or how your reputation twists
ya one two combination missed
explanation imitation fists

my occupation be the linguist
my destination will consist of all the constellations in my grip
my plans are encrypted 
deep inside the subscript

irregular like palpitations skip
I rip perforation strips 
you fell off like intoxication trips
sell out type liquidation flips
come back when that medications fixed
but watch out for the smoke lit and scope glint 
ya drunk bitch

i shoot the gap
in pursuit of real rap
i produce my own tracks
sharpen the battle axe
I'm parkin Cadillac's
and tuckin rat a tats
spartan of my habitat
i fly the battle flag
I blur the line like cataracts
observe the avalanche
and pack ya travel bag
matter of fact
cancel that and paddle back
and get that ass rabid attacked by the gravel in my tracks

I'm a massive attack
like paradise circus tracks
finding paradigm surface cracks
with methods i unpack
grab a mac for the attack

i blast the exact origin
that orange split dead on the porcelain
I rain lead as hordes descend 
miles of pain spread to scores of men
we kickin doors again
you in war against a hornets nest
the killa bee core infest
I course correct for effect 
because I'm more direct than the rest
coz i don't even fuck with those cats
with corny raps like the chorus said

I'm Trece Loco in the fuckin head
and ill leave you wasted left for dead
ill paint the carpets red
as i achieve and manifest the heavens darkest dread

machete in my garden shed
departed heads meet the sharpest ends
you wanna battle me
you flatter me
ya betta bring a strategy
I'm the infernal kings eternal gravity 
i studied the rap anatomy
at the verbal academy
back at the apple tree
Adam and Eve handed me the gasoline
a lot of ya product out here lackin calories
its dry like cattle feed
ya'll believe in fantasies like dragons teeth
wrapped up in the vanity
a fallacy
your reality lacks an actuality
but fuck the formalities lets put it to the test
so far i aint impressed
you have no idea who I've killed for the skills that I possess
they were quick deceitful deaths
as I progress through my descent
I predict now you know 
I'm not the evil you'd expect

Jimenez - The Last Damascus

Trece Locos
Official record label located in Los Santos, specializing in an underground and cinematic sound.
Established 2022

Artist Links:
Mako V - https://soundcloud.com/makocox
Wonka - https://soundcloud.com/amos_wonka
Ashley - https://soundcloud.com/user-488996293-938812449
Leon King - https://soundcloud.com/rizzybx
Layla - https://soundcloud.com/layla-hamilton-213346334
SAGE - https://soundcloud.com/sage_reaver
Claire - https://soundcloud.com/clairebarton-trecelocos
Stew - https://soundcloud.com/stewzekey
Myles - https://soundcloud.com/myles-79815563
Barry - https://soundcloud.com/arryellard
Freyja - https://soundcloud.com/freyja_caelan
AddiethaBaddie - https://soundcloud.com/addycooper666