5 Fingers of Death VIC MENSA
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[Verse 1]
I don't wanna talk about no beef
I don't like pork and I don't like police
They'd rather I don't speak than to hear a black man speak his mind
But I'm a Rap Lyrxo, you gotta read between the lines
Uh, I guess I'm playin' with they heads now, just to make sure that they don't forget
I let 'em argue all day in the barber shop 'bout who's the best emcees
Kendrick, Cole and Vic, please
Don't let 'em distract you with the nonsense
Uh, when did art turn into content?
I'm still in Chicago, I've been the king
I ain't never had to leave to get a ring on some Lebron shit
[Verse 2]
These bars is for the victims lost in Orlando
There's a lot of hate but love is the strongest ammo
Presidential candidates on the channels
Like Kerry Washington the way they profiting off of Scandal
But we just keep it realer than most
Read the writing on the wall like my name Jim Joe
They gon' say "Vic ill" like my name Kim Jong
A Puerto Rican Day parade on all you maricónes
[Verse 3]
Papi, dime lo mami
Play the trumpets for me like Donnie
It's a royal celebration when I touchdown
Hit the Cam Newton on 'em, got 'em upset
Cause I'm dancing in the end zone like I'm Dougie Fresh now
I gave a voice to a lot of kids without a choice
Without them I'd be a ghost like a Rolls Royce
My birthday party got stars in the ceiling
When it's so much cream, niggas gon' have to catch feelings
I don't wanna talk about no beef
I don't like pork and I don't like police
They'd rather I don't speak than to hear a black man speak his mind
But I'm a Rap Lyrxo, you gotta read between the lines
Uh, I guess I'm playin' with they heads now, just to make sure that they don't forget
I let 'em argue all day in the barber shop 'bout who's the best emcees
Kendrick, Cole and Vic, please
Don't let 'em distract you with the nonsense
Uh, when did art turn into content?
I'm still in Chicago, I've been the king
I ain't never had to leave to get a ring on some Lebron shit
[Verse 2]
These bars is for the victims lost in Orlando
There's a lot of hate but love is the strongest ammo
Presidential candidates on the channels
Like Kerry Washington the way they profiting off of Scandal
But we just keep it realer than most
Read the writing on the wall like my name Jim Joe
They gon' say "Vic ill" like my name Kim Jong
A Puerto Rican Day parade on all you maricónes
[Verse 3]
Papi, dime lo mami
Play the trumpets for me like Donnie
It's a royal celebration when I touchdown
Hit the Cam Newton on 'em, got 'em upset
Cause I'm dancing in the end zone like I'm Dougie Fresh now
I gave a voice to a lot of kids without a choice
Without them I'd be a ghost like a Rolls Royce
My birthday party got stars in the ceiling
When it's so much cream, niggas gon' have to catch feelings
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