Album: Each Dawn I Die
In these streets I live
shit is real
Little Vic
Some for the content, all for delivery
pick apart a rapper, Vic'll heart attack 'em visibly
serious as serious does, collect the wisdom
rushed over to Premier for the Exorcism
Speak your mind if it gets too scientific
I'm a flying discus over ya hat
& I ain't fixed to collapse
The kind of fix only to keep 'em coming back
slammin the MP will have 'em comin at, yeah
They wanna know whatchya name, where ya come from
What's the game plan, same pad for the lump sum
shrink ya long island, gunnin' for the mass appeal
big sword, only half a shield
capture, Vic arise wit'out breakin stride
without miss are takin lies
see I did it for years & years, keep a place inside
To the game that ya'll patronize
who ya facin? I, V-I-C, mindstate blown apart
My pen hits the canvas to brandish you open hearts
Still we building, keep the streets lateral
Prem' brought it outta me, now I'll bring it outta you
the exorcist...
[Primo]
scratches: "It's the real ill microphone adventure!"
"Pass me the mic, I guarantee I'll rock it."
Uh, I pay the charge like I'm Tony Ducks, it's only us
The power, the dollar; what holds me up
Like a coward's revolver you fold under pressure
Marciano punch-lines I throw in ta test ya chin
Waiting ta be blessed again
The exorcist melt tracks down & necks'll spin, uh
why you flow so fly, show both sides
disrespectin' the game and I don't - know - why
Somethin' you don't wanna battle with
niggaz on the hackler shit, changin the rules
I'm the catalyst whose ??? embarassment
kick a rhyme for us
I do it for gun, hoopty's '89 Taurus
There you go, here I come, feared by some