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Vic Spencer
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Business Attire (Interlude)
*Vic Greenthumbs rambles
What it doin nigga?
Still listen to foolish niggas
Street clothes and a meeting, niggas still know the business.
I know some niggas thats so hood,
They too good to eat an apple,
Defeat the captain.
Manure, knee deep in that shit.
Seen a dude this mornin' that didn't look hungry, stick his head in a garbage can.
You can fall off even as the hardest man,
So I never sit down, the [?]verses,
I put my all in my craft.
Write bars, doin worship.
Lord forgive me,
I just wanna be the best that I can.
Besides, I don't wanna wish that from a man.
The king of putting flesh in a can.
Rest in peace to Marcus Scott,
look at my pictures I took with him in the Arctic spot.
There's already a cold ass war,
The ear is all I ask for,
But you got on earmugs.
Vic Spencer, the rapping active motherfucker bars unnatractive,
So I guess that's why they not radioactive.
Your verse reminds me of a verse that didn't make it.
Do a song now and you will hear it on some late shit.
New ass iPhone,
'94 music in it, good year for me to jump head first in this business.
Ain't been around so long, so they wrote a book about me.
One opinion will make a bitch write a about me.
(fuck that bitch dawg)
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They supported you back then but now they don't,
You at the cock buffet a lot to get whatever they want.
I don't settle for losses, winning my occupation.
Praying she ovulating and leaning talking with maces.
I've never heard of a black [?].
I smoke hella squares just like Black Matt do.
I swear to god this shit tough,
In a condo doing 35 group home sit-ups.
Wanted to kiss your bitch on the neck,
But it smelt like horse hiccups,
Jeans ripped up.
I'm happy my baby's smarter than Kipper.
She a second grader in a third grade class,
Shittin' on the students like daddy taugh her ass,
As for me,
This rapping is a full course meal,
You all talk to much, you don't how real work feels.
Lyrical exercise, spit holy,
So they callin' it spiritual pesticides.
Savin' the game from these ugly ass niggas who can't dress,
I'm fresh.
I should be taught what garden pimp a [?].
Playing Japanese chess, to see a chest.
I used to watch nudey chicks.
Found out how they eat the treasure chest,
And I'm like yes.
And now I won't let the mic rest,
In the streets, where they take their intelligence tests.
Mawfucka.
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