VAKILL - The Creed lyrics

rate me

I granted my neighborhood immunity

During the Rodney King riots when niggas burnt down and looted they're communities

Instead I pulled bricks from the walls of my imagination and threw 'em

Through the window of opportunity

Every studio date booked is a date closer to death procession

We in overtime with 0.6 seconds left, possession

Still life's depth perception begins at the rectum

So I'm defecated from opposite ends of the spectrum

So, take these gems and stick 'em in y'all

My definition of on-point affect hemophiliacs and virgins all in the same

Manner, one prick and it's all over

And you can lick the gun clips

But it's a sin to wet me like nun clits

None spit, with my ferocity

I over shadow passion

Take my brain off safety and watch my ideas drop shells and blaze battlefields

"So betta get the name right"

"I only want to build with skill"

There's more to Va than sick rhymes invented

I gas hoes with lines demented

At times I'm timid cause

When niggas talk dirty to women

That's sexual harassment

But when women talk dirty to niggas it's $5.99 a minute

And it's an ongoing nigga-feud

The sisters driven, fueled by maxing credit cards and getting jewels

And we motivated by getting screwed

And running up in bitches ribs like Adam in the Indian-giving mood

And we all getting

Eve would have to count my ribs every night to see if I tricked off

Please - hoes is like tornadoes

They scream when they come/cum, and take everything when they leave

I give a bitch a warm reception instead of fur

Should the crazy notion of marriage in my head occur

And lawfully wedded her

It's all good, WIFE's an acronym for Wash, Iron, Fuck, Etcetera

"So betta get the name right"

... scratches and sampling of "uh-huh" and "alright"...

"I only want to build with skill"

I surgically carved my niche in the face of adversity

Till it cursedly inherit Jack-O-Lantern's like scars irreversible

Chicago only get dispersed

Cause most of us that successfully get our foot in first

Close doors on those that put in work

And I can count on one hand, how many succeed in this occupation

Out of a city with a two million nine-hundred and seventy-seven plus population

Not including fertilized eggs and ovulation from copulation self-mission

One reason why the presence of a Vakill and Juice album waits on a record store shelf missing

Thought you knew, niggas here blow-up and move out-of-state

Fuck the share-the-wealth vision

Blow up or not, I'll never sever my block ties

My determination's magnified 800 times over, watch my stock rise

I'm so against the grain, when I'm dropping shit my toilets flush clockwise