Vic Spencer - Lecture With The Dead lyrics

rate me

(Verse)

I bring dead rappers to a butchers

Collectin' eye balls that ovalook us

Who needs frequency? Sound more like a subwoofer

I neva treat rap like I'mma _______(?)

But I push pens inside the penitentiary

I wanna live until we see the next turn of the century

I burn wild celery and reveal the realness

Too many enemies in here, there's no room for forgiveness

I gotta stop eatin' rappers with holy shirts

I promise to God I would not do more of those with holy squirts

Niggas'll hop on stage and don't know the verse

I'm so outta this world, I could show you earth

I won't ask none fo' beats, if you wash yo mind, you betta find the peace

I grind fo' weeks, no time to sleep

The outer chief is coming out strong every time shit released

The boys ranked for major arts, I know the feeling the big

Real fucking low just like the carpet I'm chillin'

Just like a spider that built a web in a Nintendo cartridge

Yo album dropped and didn't get no profit

Just tweets for about ten hours

I'm tryna be fair, least me and Fericon won't be there

I run the nation, y'all been exaggerated

Quiet isn't the realest, it's intimidation

No need for demonstration, let's get right to it

Nobody is betta than Vic Spencer and his music

That's a big pill to swallow, like the vitamin C

You only rappin' becuz these rappers, stop lying to me

Strip your career away and watch you choir for weeks

Why you talk everybody asleep?

While you talk niggas snoring, why your rapping is boring?

Nobody told you to stop, then ask yo friends why they all on yo cock

More like yo lover, cock love niggas is sad

A candy coated hummer, at least you drive all on the runners

Way before it was called, that's what happened to the skeezers

I'mma bless y'all niggas while I am sneezing

Heavy weight drivin' and shookin'

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