lirik lagu vic spencer - poisonous calamari
[intro: vic spencer]
yeah, uh~huh
word
know when i’m in ny (word)
rim, what up
sh~t, h~ll yeah
motherf~ckin’ bussin’ the train, you feel me
link up with that sauce, you feel me
uh
rome, what up foolie
ah
[verse 1: vic spencer]
wake up and bake up, then i hit the streets
you wake up and snort and tweet before you brush your t~~th (ha)
banging v don while i clean my sneaks (uh)
i’d rather lose the war than think of a cheat, motherf~cker (woo)
it really look like i serve base (ooh)
somethin’ poisonous injected up in my wordplay (ouch)
purps on the necktail, the plushed out apartments looking like a manhattan hotel
reason why the other n~ggas gettin’ low sales (ha~ha)
lowered expectations when you get ya eyes low
on the low, we ain’t gettin’ real, ha, that’s how my life go
we put the swords away, go ahead and blam a guy (why)
’cause foot soldiers tattletale on the samurai (f~ck)
still alive, still i rise, livin’ the polite way
go against the wrong guy, you gon’ die the right way
the other route, i eat fish, you’a eat sausage (ha)
you don’t say sh~t in ya raps like the beat pausin’ (ooh), and the engineer kicking you out
it’s like before christ how i spit life on the tentative drought
i been in the south, keep ya kids and women in the house (mm)
nowadays, hate gon’ come out the enemy’s mouth (nah)
i don’t know how it feels not to be real
you can go on amazon if you want the bootleg seal (fake)
or you can go to the plug, it’s up to you and ya stats (ching)
n~gga, add that sh~t to the max
mo’f–, woo
[verse 2: rome streetz]
fly talk from off of the new york sidewalk
july 4th how i light sh~t up then i slide off
real sh~t, pay me everything that the pie cost
wise guys stack the bread high, then i grind more
you dumb, deaf, and blind, slime, i never respect ya kind
i bubble like the oleic, get checks off the lexicon
so axe the sheets on lexington, a hustle, i’ll forever shine
like [kaan], b~tches say i’m the man, i tell ’em nevermind
was taught to execute, f~ck talking ’bout the plans i’m makin’
these weird n~ggas think d~ckriding is transportation
you know the vibe, i’m homiciding sh~t like pappy mason
when i leave the booth, n~ggas know they gotta yellow tape it
crime scene, n~gga seen me catching bodies all over the scene
while you still fraught and tryna be seen
i been ill, tellin’ n~ggas stop, chill like bc
relax all ya masks and push back like [?]
n~ggas tried to bite the st~~ze and caught gum disease
where i’m from, the young keep the guns in they dungarees
never slip, son, i get you done with these (blatt)
[interlude: vic spencer]
woo, woo, f~ck
[verse 3:]
you know the vibes
straight the gravel pit, it’s all sights on that soundview sh~t
fly cartiers, pink p~ssy hands apollo [?]
milk crates over beats [?]
my [?] could tell
by the bleach [?] city of secrets
knowledge seekin’, live it be the 12 jewels/jews bells and food
keep it light on, [?]
but play the bush with kush
peace to my vagabonds, you know that z sh~t keep,visas cut
plotting on a [?] neck blush or a deluxe
that shawty mine in the flux
it’s zero f~cks given
it’s no love in these new york minutes
size ten timbs on the stomp through
just me and my n~ggas
when it stomps through, stay true, f~ck ya debut
ya day room
this the yard cutters, trending for two summers
still a noose on ya throat
murder she wrote
blood on the bank note
get ya trenchcoats
doot~doot~doot~doot~doot
[interlude: vic spencer]
d~mn
how many motherf~cking more trains do we gotta get on, man?
’bout 7? f~ck it, let’s go
[verse 4:]
uh uh
i’m lethal, you n~ggas just copy styles, a sequel
to any rapper, a pescatarian ’cause i see food
potent [?], with this [?] it ain’t no drama
i’m peace but still walk with a piece, i dali llamas
if i could patent the sh~t i did, you’d be a plagiarist
you n~ggas tryna eat off another, get served a plate of clips
you just a top of a brick, i’m river sat but no middleman
i griddle grams to make a stack, i’m low
similar to the horse, [?] on plain ts
soft n~ggas gettin’ too deep, end up in jv
you gossip, no tea it’s a couple [?], the gossip
fake time ticks, i ain’t wasting it on some nonsense, uh (nah)
i took a fork in the road and ate, with an ace to wait
i wasn’t milking nothing, just raised the steaks
i keep ’em hooked on my lines, it’s straight bait
envious, it’s venomous what i’m spittin’, no snake traits, uh
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