Michael Trim (born 26 August 1945) is an artist most famous for illustrating the cover of Jeff Wayne's Musical Version of The War of the Worlds, which depicts a Martian tripod striking down the heroic Thunder Child. A book of his illustrations entitled The Future was FAB: The Art of Mike Trim was released in 2006.
In 1964, young Mike Trim answered a newspaper advertisement seeking modelmakers for a film production crew and began an odyssey that would last for more than 40 years. Beginning in the final days of Stingray, Trim would work as a modelmaker and designer for Gerry and Sylvia Anderson's television series Thunderbirds, Captain Scarlet and the Mysterons, Joe 90, The Secret Service, and UFO, as well as their feature films Thunderbirds Are GO, Thunderbird 6, and Journey to the Far Side of the Sun (a.k.a. Doppelganger).
Starting out in the model shop, Mike eventually became Special Effects director Derek Meddings' assistant in designing the fabulous futuristic vehicles, buildings, and look of the Andersons' imaginitive series. Eventually, he would take on the bulk of design work for the series as Meddings became more involved in feature films. Contributing a single (unused) vehicle design and model to Space: 1999, Trim then moved into freelance illustration, creating an iconic cover painting for one of the best selling albums of all time; Jeff Wayne's Musical Version of The War of the Worlds, in 1978.
[VERSE 1]
My ghetto niggas survive and hold hands, we live
And old men embedded the game and aim 4-5's
And blindsided females, we mesmerize them
See, hell, we're live men, broke as fuck, no lyin
So what's up? I make a whole city get em up
And I know white folks is racist, cousin, I don't really give a fuck
Patience, don't be sayin that, sling the dopest rhymes like crack
Take a look around you, all your boys is layin on they back
Makin noise and bangin tracks, trained to kill on contact
Can't nobody hold me back, hate me or give up some dap
Take me somewhere off the map, gee, tell us where the party at
Show respect and then reject, the fellas don't know how to act
Blaze a sack of bombay, can we do it all way?
In school I was a fool, catch me screwin in the hallway
Ball all day, if I ever fall, it's on my knees to pray
Jesus bless my soul, needin dough I sold a ki of lley
Hopin it won't end this way, runnin from the D.E.A.
When they come investigate, you better have your story straight
Ain't nothin poppin bout no broke nigga, black nigga
Fuck what they say, and get your dough, nigga, scratch, nigga
[CHORUS]
Don't let the ghetto snatch you, police tryina catch you
And everywhere we go somebody lookin at you
(Give em what they want, give em what they want
Give em what they want, give em what they want)
[VERSE 2]
99 caused madness, who's rappin, uzi-grabbin, straight mack shit
Breakin these hoes' backs, foes hatin my tactics
Stainin your matress, displayin game when I'm at this
Tales from the hood, smell the wood in my 'Lac, it's
A trip, back to kick dust, nigga what?
Cussed my teacher out, got expelled, bailed to the weed house
Hell, don't underestimate me or doubt me, I'm great
And highly educated, bitch, all about my papes
But in the States down MC's cant's see me, straight from the underground
Niggas can't bring me down, that's why they start to hate me now
Escapin town and do all my dirt all by my lonely
They actin wild, it hurts, don't run up on me
Your wife wanna bone me, homie, that's in her nature
Ill, deal with that, kill that shit or I'ma waste ya
Brace myself, pace myself, gotta get my wealth
Make myself, break myself, I don't need no help
[CHORUS]
Who can I trust and put my faith in?
This world is tough and full of hatred
Heard it was only what we make it
Yo, yo, yo...
(Give em what they want, give em what they want
Give em what they want, give em what they want)