Open Mic Nite, Pt. 2
Lord Sear, Creature, Viktor Vaughn
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(We got a brother from around the way) Yeah yeah whats up y'all you Know we back in the House cold chillin' got the brother From another mother holla! I get my weed from the best sources I like it smooth Not coarse like horse hooves The weeds I smoke never touched by pesticides To smoke that chem weed simply suicide The way it’s grown is very important I only smoke the plants that are very potent And when I blaze, I feel bionic 'Cause the weed I smoke is hydroponic Yeah alright-right cut his mic, cut His mic yeah, yeah, yeah That was nice brother alright we Got my man right here Comin' up on the microphone his Name is Creature! Holla! The human skyscraper Who skydives into a pool of Alcohol to get intoxicated Like paying child support and Taxes I’m forever hated however bruh I stated I’m bugged like tapped phones When it’s on I’ll make your heart chaperone your Bones to the funeral home I cast the first stones that Smash a youth’s dome A car crash out of my body spirit's roam You do what to who? You must be sniffing glue like The Ramones I’ll tear a brother’s flesh until The skeleton is showing I’m coarse like a corpse whose Mouth and ass got asewn spit poisonous poems Even your boys know fuckin’ with This your ass'll be gone let it be known Brother spittin’ that tired shit Should be dodgin’ this ‘Cause I test brothers’ hearts Like a cardiologist Yeah, yeah, yeah Thank you goddamnit give me the Muthafuckin mic alright up next Up we got my nigga i don't know what The f*ck he is or what he look like i Hope his mouth don't stink His name is Viktor! Respect, it's V what the heck? Y'all know who's the best might As well cut the check They didn't know the face But by the name they knew him Racist against rappers They all look the same to him They used to beg him not To egg them on Halloween Told them holler back with the suede pumas Dollar green y'kna mean? Heated up to The temperature tar boil Y'all just gawk like gargoyle Mind your manners, or be RIP Local bartenders call him barfly V He used they CDs as coasters Harassed their street team and Graffitied up their posters Don't appear too drunk And let a stare turn into a "yeah You- punk!" Told the host "make sure he last, yo" Any other order might be a fiasco V flow like cash flow on The first of the month For broke niggas that's thirst for the blunt He kept a pocket full of posies Always had a rocket, why's she so nosey? Looking at my Seiko, it's about to be Waco And it won't be televised and You can make sure (Hey, hey hey get down What the f*ck you doin' man) Turn jake to Bac-Os (Oh man let's get the f*ck outta here) Money over snake hoes Oh f*ck man, damn! They shot my nigga Lil Willie
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Written by: D Dumile, Maximillian Pond Lawrence, Lord Sear, A J Wright
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