Songtexte Fridee Da Sundee (Triality) - Tech N9ne

Do you, Mari Sue Yates, take Abul Hasan
Khalifa to be your lawfully wedded husband?
I do
Do you, Abul Hasan Khalifa, take Mari Sue
Yates to be your lawfully wedded wife?
I do

Hey, Friday I'm at Jummah
Hey, Sunday hallelujah
Hey, but then I'm gon' sue ya
If you fuck with my mula
I'm the one so what's it to ya

Twelve years old my mama fell
In love with a Muslim, 58th block he took them
With the gangbangers and crooks 'nem
Mean guys with the Elohim tribe, bean pies we cooked them
Got that fork in a area not that north
Where the cops catch and wanna pop Blacks
Really rough to try to stop that pork
Entendre Islam, pa mama this one I'm gonna plot that torch
I'm where the opps at and I will not slack
Within a block trap soft fat short, I'm not that sort

Hey, Friday I'm at Jummah
Hey, Sunday hallelujah
Hey, but then I'm gon' sue ya
If you fuck with my mula
I'm the one so what's it to ya

Mama say on Sunday pray to Yeshua
Her new husband say on Friday pray to Mecca
But in the streets they try to test ya
But I need no professor
To give me no fuckin' lecture, this is pressure
The block went from pop lockin' to shots poppin'
This spot we got hot Glocks knockin'
Distraught a lot, bliss not often
Kids fought for guap, get dropped coffins
Fast is the livin', I am the bad kid
Dealin' with the duality mom and dad give
Christianity sayin' follow the masses
Clashes with people pullin' me to the masjid

Hey, Friday I'm at Jummah
Hey, Sunday hallelujah
Hey, but then I'm gon' sue ya
If you fuck with my mula
I'm the one so what's it to ya

I shall agree if you live your lifestyle a G
'Cause you had to fight crowds and never liked foulin'
That's spite's wild to me when you work for the cheddar
Steppin' out with your head up, animals'll take a bite out of thee
Everything really sped up, life it gave me a leg up
When I found my triality
Seems sound to me to have three things found to be
One is on team hound, another bring crowns
And one mean frowns for glee
I am in a dream now, I am cha-ching bound
I never swing down for free
Mama got her wings 'round and niggas sing nouns
I am the king, clown, the G, me

Hey, Friday I'm at Jummah
Hey, Sunday hallelujah
Hey, but then I'm gon' sue ya
If you fuck with my mula
I'm the one so what's it to ya

Yo that's dope pops (Yes sir)
The king, the clown, and the G (Yes sir)
How you think you got so good at it though?
I was jumpin' in cyphers man, sharpenin' my skill
'Til I became a master, you know, like a Jedi lyrically