Im lookin 4 fame, but subtract this none sense
it's been on since the regular roof rap renaissances
came to play my mind is a flame I spray
my words like bullets before they I. D. us
in the hood were no 1 good has Ideas
I get head shots thats the way I see cuz
in a world were the vex pray on verbal x-ray
some say the rap underground is just a hex hey
I know it's not so easy like superman can't see me
come on start using lip to fight! forget the chriptonite!
I know some stop with no hop just getting hip tonight
up and down the city streets like bricks
an these dicks shoot to flow game all for kicks
,but they'll get caught with sticks like twix up in the mix
yea my name is Vlad an im one of them tight speakers
ain't spotless, but put my foot down like white sneakers
my crew's not no fight seekers
but make you hold your chest like wife beaters
a trife meters on how hard their willing to work
so their shirt gets dirty when their feeling a jerk
an they see the message is stop dealing to lurk
therefore I spit heavy levy bars like a warden
end the shot square court on the spot like im Jordan!
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