visvim vandal

[Verse]

Visvim vandal, Mogel Francis teas with Roman candles

Sparked off on them, I sparked off on them 'cause he didn’t want to relinquish his timepiece

I said my piece

He kind of made a face like he thought I was playing, he learned fast, I wasn’t of course

Leg shot him then told him to walk it off

Not before he threw me his watch like a quarter toss

Silk shirt Prada, only three buttons buttoned from the bottom

Two different colors on a collar, double match

The devil mist, they dispatched it, maintainеd Frankenstein race

This is not fiction, thе civilians made reservations but the mobsters eat in the kitchen

Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit if you Christian

Hannibal Lecter lectures, no room for conjecture

State facts or stay back

Face flat, sever spines and backs, I’ll make your whole world wheelchair accessible

DJ Clue the professional (Clue), tapes being played till the ribbon broke

The women folks spoke and said I was valedictorian

John DeLorean, Back to the Future automobile

Patrice Lumumba, Clarence 13X files

Vials litter 180 playground, they was invisible to us

Eugene double-tucked off the stoop, real cheese and Campbell’s soup

I trooped the pioneer to pack a bunch of bags

Graduated to crack bags and bags of scag

Look at me, I know the story’s cliché

The Queens niggas used to say "Dunn is dumb fly"

KB Carnage, Ju-Man alumni

Mr. Sports and Parkchester best up in the vestibule

The flow is outrageous 'cause the work is exceptional

Human being I am, I mean I am

Part of the least percent, rich or righteous

King Midas, one hundred minus ninety five

You only get the lion's share if you got lion pride

Who fuckin' with I and I?

Not you or you, who is who?

I shoot in the crowd to find out later

I found out later that I hit home baby moms in the shin

I was dormant, but the revolver on the robbers back spinnin' again

It’s criminal how I make sound visual

These niggas ain’t nice, they typical

Typically, I be more critically acclaimed if these lames

I wouldn't quite say they're cloggin' up the lane but they kind of in the way

Not really one for provocation

The cold, too many niggas blowin' hot air

The car's [cold][?] with conversation

My voice is [?]

[Outro]

No, I thought you said you were alright

I am alright, you ain’t alright, you little fucking prick

I thought, I thought I, you said

I thought, I thought, you been doing this all fucking night to me you motherfucker

You want your drink now?

Yeah, go get me a fucking drink, move it you little prick, you walk like fucking [?]

Everybody else, you fucking run, run for me you prick

Dance, dance the fucking drink back here, you little prick

What's that movie? [?]