From the recording The Adventures of iLLa The Sleeping Giant- Past, Present, Future: Volume 1
"Trickery, Trickery"
An anthem against the lie sold to you. This song confronts the societal sleight of hand designed to make you doubt your greatness. It’s about waking up to the con, breaking the spell, and claiming your power.
Lyrics
(Chorus)
Trickery, Trickery,
that’s what they do!
Everybody, please just look at the truth.
Trickery,Trickery, that’s what they do! Everybody, please just look at the truth
( 1st verse)
Peep how they rolling up on you so slowly closely to creep creep bang ya. (Bang bang)
Southside Chicago A problem because politics don’t wanna Change it.
It’ll mess with they ends if them young blacks stop going to the pin,
If they stop talking about money, cars, and women.
Stop killing your own like it’s trending.
It’s ruthless!
They don’t want me in the game. I’ll tell you what the truth is. Move quick, for you lose it, while your soul's on the line, they gon play you like a full champ. No peace from my own peeps, they need ghetto to make More Cheese. It’s a chess game and we the main pieces. We just don’t know what I worth be.
(Pre-Chorus)
Why they keep, keep on testing me? A different breed, up in my pedigree. Im from the streets, Chi-town Wild Hundred man, Much love to Jesus, But Don’t pull me back to where use to be.
(Chorus)
Trickery, Trickery,
that’s what they do! Everybody, please just look at the truth.
Trickery , Trickery,
that’s what they do! Everybody, please, just look at the truth
Hold up… Everybody needs to slow up and slow down.
Hold up… Everybody needs Open their eyes.
(2nd verse)
I get off! without an occupation, education, only the streets is what I majored in.
So bet on me!
Cause I’m a be the man, with a plan, winning from a messed up hand.
Dead on it! Ima be the getter, hit the mark, be the Torch before the spark, A light coming out of darkness, I just ate, but I’m still starving, to keep it real regardless. The fame don’t mean nothing, the Dames don’t mean nothing, (Spit it! Spit it) The plug don’t mean nothing, the drugs don’t mean nothing.(Spit it! Spit it)It’s sad cause I almost sold my soul, but now I own it all WITHOUT that grade A top fronting, and calf of gold.
(Pre-Chorus)
Why they keep, keep on testing me A different breed, Up in my pedigree. Im from the streets, Chi-town Wild Hundred man, Much love to Jesus, But Don’t pull me back to where I used to be.
(bridge)
(Outro)
A bad man did a bad man ting in a bad man ring, and the bad man don’t feel nothing about .
A bad man did a bad man ting in a bad man ring, and the bad man don’t feel nothing about .
A bad man did a bad man ting in a bad man ring, and the bad man don’t feel nothing about .
A bad man did a bad man ting in a bad man ring, and the bad man don’t feel nothing about .
Chorus)
Trickery, Trickery,
that’s what they do! Everybody, please just look at the truth.
Trickery, Trickery,
that’s what they do! Everybody, please, just look at the truth,