[Part I: Fall Back]
[Verse 1]
Emcees fall back
It's Vik' in your ear with the whole ball of wax
Call or fax for the freshest rhyme delivery
Or takeout, for the fake-you-out ballers in the industry
Boss with the Lee jeans, bad man, you know V
They say he's a cross between Adnan Khashoggi
And Sho Kosugi, he said your chain is sure dookie
The piece is like a mystery entity, eh, spooky
What's its worth? A gun or a knife slice
Catch a bus once or twice or run for your life price
An arm and a leg, the lead is ghetto red hot
Calm 'til we fled the spot or leg arm head shot
[Verse 2]
He on the battlefield with lyrical militants
Know he's feelin' bent when he see little pink elephants
Never forget, memorize the elements
Keep the mic sterilized, terrorize with eloquence
And mellow eyelids, tell no lies, kids
These guys ask 'em what's their shelltoe size is
Shields up dumb dumb, where we come from
We thump it out for fun, and that's no conundrum
Pick a bone goon, it's V with the sicker known show tunes
On a full moon, lick your own wounds
Lighten up the stratosphere, shootin'
Slugs is nameless, aim caressin' Vladimir Putin
His matted hair was too thin to cut into a gumby
Nuttin' to V, he feel his bum knee
It's about to rain, there goes my two-way
Out of range, it's a strange new day, touche
It's all good like down home-cookin'
He left with the crown on his dome and kept bookin'
His men run Crooklyn
Keep 1 in 10 huns hookin', no offense, none tooken
It's more funner than lookin'
The pound of the war drum had your poor son shooken'
Sometimes he feel he need to stop juxin'
Then he say "NAH" with a real sly crook grin
Vik's style of rhyme will bug out Joe Sixpack
Slick while the time he dug out yo' chick's back
She wore a thong in her youth
These days she's a bit long in the tooth
[Verse 1]
Emcees fall back
It's Vik' in your ear with the whole ball of wax
Call or fax for the freshest rhyme delivery
Or takeout, for the fake-you-out ballers in the industry
Boss with the Lee jeans, bad man, you know V
They say he's a cross between Adnan Khashoggi
And Sho Kosugi, he said your chain is sure dookie
The piece is like a mystery entity, eh, spooky
What's its worth? A gun or a knife slice
Catch a bus once or twice or run for your life price
An arm and a leg, the lead is ghetto red hot
Calm 'til we fled the spot or leg arm head shot
[Verse 2]
He on the battlefield with lyrical militants
Know he's feelin' bent when he see little pink elephants
Never forget, memorize the elements
Keep the mic sterilized, terrorize with eloquence
And mellow eyelids, tell no lies, kids
These guys ask 'em what's their shelltoe size is
Shields up dumb dumb, where we come from
We thump it out for fun, and that's no conundrum
Pick a bone goon, it's V with the sicker known show tunes
On a full moon, lick your own wounds
Lighten up the stratosphere, shootin'
Slugs is nameless, aim caressin' Vladimir Putin
His matted hair was too thin to cut into a gumby
Nuttin' to V, he feel his bum knee
It's about to rain, there goes my two-way
Out of range, it's a strange new day, touche
It's all good like down home-cookin'
He left with the crown on his dome and kept bookin'
His men run Crooklyn
Keep 1 in 10 huns hookin', no offense, none tooken
It's more funner than lookin'
The pound of the war drum had your poor son shooken'
Sometimes he feel he need to stop juxin'
Then he say "NAH" with a real sly crook grin
Vik's style of rhyme will bug out Joe Sixpack
Slick while the time he dug out yo' chick's back
She wore a thong in her youth
These days she's a bit long in the tooth
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