Trés Fly

It's the "T dot L-U-V dash S-K-I"

Came to rock the spot my flow's ill plus Trés Fly.

So may I? O.K. I will convey my skills then chill you know I keep it real!



Well I'm the Tallisman that's who I am.

Short brother with the curls & the year round tan make

the sucka rappers scram when I rocks the jam.

Drive the ladies crazy nuts like a box of pecans.

I'm a make you hop cause I'm more hip than popotamus.

Lyrics flow from a lyrical well that is bottomless

unlike ya mom's & that spot ya papa hits.

I'm watching yas play ya selves like nintendo then go anonymous.

I'm on top of this rocking kids having fun.



A jam without T-Luv be bug like burgers with no buns

or weekends with no funds or beats with no drums.

Mic check 2's with no check 1's or ladders with on

rungs or alleys with no bums greasy spoons with no scums Blue

skies with no suns better yet Sanfords with no sons

or guitars with no strums or jokes with no puns.

Or kids with no moms or math with no sums or bubbles

with no gums Attillas with no Huns

Guerillas with no guns better yet cops with no guns

or kisses with no tongues man it just would be no fun man

It just would be no fun man and that jam would be done

in Bum ditty bum ditty bum bum bum

T. Luv-Ski won't you kick a rhyme one time for me.



It's the "T dot L-U-V dash S-K-I"

Came to rock the spot my flow's ill plus Très Fly.

So may I? O.K. I will convey my skills then chill you know I keep it real!



You see love.

It's T. Luv that you speak of that you dream of That you seek 'cause

I freak stuff my beat's rough my that my crew's steeze plush Mc'z rush

You need love? I be love manifested physically plus

exquisitely silky lyrical wizardry make you feel shivery

Mc'z left in misery defeated bitterly quite quickly

trickily I rock my rhynes I rock my rhymes they right on time trickily.



But forget that enough of that I bless tracks caress

tracks & improve tracks if ya crew's wack then step back

Move back leave tracks do that! believephat

We be rap True dat I mean hip-hop but you knew that

Already it's not deadly but very nearly very dearly I hold this micra

Very clearly rhymes travel through ya cypha rhymes give life ta

Verbal arrangements with agility ain't no containment facilities

Able to restrain me or my linguistical abilities habitually

I grab a mic & pick a style now which will it be?



The fat one or the PHAT one? once I had a wack one

But that one bounced through ya entire crew then it surpassed 'em

& attacked 'em then it blast 'em left you with back spasms

& nobody knew what happened except for me & UNIT-e

& we was simply laughing & laughing & laughing & laughing.



It's the "T dot L-U-V dash S-K-I"

Came to rock the spot my flow's ill plus Trés Fly

So may I? O.K. I will convey my skills then chill you know I keep it real!