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letra de bonnet doo rags - vic spencer

[verse 1: vic spencer]
remove yourself from situations
where you risk projecting your negative energy on other people
the rap game make you lose sight of passion
not liking vic spencer is like a chicago right of passage
this sh-t is a way of life i can’t say it twice
make a dope ass song and play it at night
i’m gon’ say what i want even when i go global
most of these n-ggas brought their cool of off somebody that’s local
then they took it back to protect themselves
my rhyme brine on the line
dеfine, put the shine on somеthing that melts mmm
i need extra proof
your tendencies make me question you
your crush should stand next to you
mental stimulation is addictive
so i smoke that sh-t up for all my intuitions
missing pieces, it’s just like distant features
we all plagues form something or someone
that had a different meaning
interpretation is circulation
the curtain waiting to open up
the love and the hate, took it and soaked it up
my lungs remain to be a mother f-cking smoking gun
pull out my c-ck and rub the buns
you wanna hear hard bars or church songs n-gga
you decide
dollar menus, never supersize (naw)
create bullsh-t then sell it for more than it’s worth
and people buying that sh-t
n-gga i spent racks on purp
lo mein and john doe, ain’t that the same thing?
chicago full of facades so i hate to claim king
n-ggas put out songs and their vocals too low
your engineer don’t care about you he just puffing your dro
n-ggas out here sounding like me, that’s cool (that’s what’s up)
just give me my props when i dunk on the opps
i don’t do no ring-around-the-rosie raps
what you see is what you get
they still gather to pick words because they’re stupid as sh-t
[verse 2: [?]]
i look a n-gga dead in his face and take the cash back
nascar whip fast track i’m with the nasdaq
fatal charge [?] my n-gga pass that
water drip muscles in my arms i’m whipping mad crack
hit the block, homie missed the shot
should have lubricated the pistol glock
sh-t i’m dropping n-ggas switching spots
got a young’un with me [?] twist your top
my dresser hold money, drugs, guns, and expensive socks
catch you talking to me in wild zones
hang your life up until i’m getting a dial tone
jackie chan i been on the dow jones
[?] hang with hoodlums, hollow out your homes
smoke loud clones, in medina hustling out the brownstone
same effect
you n-ggas struggle to find your identity like jay elect
razor blade to your neck in case you came for respect
pull the faders out aim for the chest
two and the one in your brain and the rest

[verse 3: [?]]
[?] give a f-ck if you go just hold me up
n-ggas fear bro sh-t f-cked
when he showed me switches know rolling with us
live lux, it’s the window puffing bud
cumulonimbus, big tuss, indicas what’s up
got humanoid piglets [?]
f-ck a judge
assume the temperatures bub
set the f-ckers up
b-tch grown [?] the kid tough
the bus where i [?]
16 nuts to bust
plenty more fuzz
many more runs
many more want to test to seek the end is false
[?] from the tongue
contestants weak
the image all or nothing n-ggas physique
the best get teed off when them sucker [?] speak
you love a n-ggas mystique
so much appropriate the state of a g*nius
no [?]
procreate the seeds from p-n-s
more brothers and lots of fleas
no [?]
the zenith wore open mitts so drop the heat
know we can’t compete
so beat it

- vic spencer

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