Текст песни The Art of Killing - Dat Boi Vic

Raf Simmons adidas
Triple S sneakers
The Gods features
Mirroring the ancient tombs in Egypt
Rocking king Tut pieces
You niggas is the weakest
Allah verse the Eblis
I bury MCs the deepest
Thoughts is out the box
Throwing wack MCs off of Mountain tops
Third eye open cyclops
I send five shots
At my opps
You get your eyes socked
You niggas like Thots
From dick to dick
I be getting blitzed inside the skybox
To tell the truth
I'm throwing wack rappers off of the roof
Out of planes with no parachute
Niggas is spooked
The rapper with the golden pen
Who got a golden chin
So you can send your best hitter
But you could never win
And you can send the best MC
From your top ten
He still couldn't fuck with the guy
Who drop gems
Young Othello
Put a knot on your head like a elbow
The mail man delivers the blow
My clientele grow
Old school like a shell Toe
I sold Reggie too
In 08' me and young bro
He had the Chevy blue
Schooled me to the game
Nigga flip this cop that
In my life on the album cover
Rocked the Sox hat
Ralph Lauren sweater cost your re up
Nigga D' up
Can't nobody hold the god
I had to raise the fee up
Now I'm taxing rappers for the feature
I don't feel bad
Nick grant fronted on a nigga
And I'm still mad
I went bar for bar with Elzhi
Niggas still sleep
I been kicking knowledge
8 albums
Niggas still sheep
They be like Vic chill
You should let the skills speak
I be like mind your business
Fore I make you feel heat (gun shot)
On the silent hill
Another violent kill
On the nawf where the giants squill
Young boys wildin
And niggas firing steel
Wack rappers buying more jewelry
But ain't no buying skill
Zion with the windmill
King James going for the title
Shakespeare put his name in the Bible
I shake 'em on the iso
Genocidal agenda
Wack rappers get injured
Remember
how I did the last nigga
Who thought he could enter
The cypher
with the highest skilled writer
Nigga comprender (Spanish)
(Gun shot)
I blast ya
Nigga you ain't even in mi clase (Spanish)
I push the E class past ya
I sold three bags faster
You couldn't even move a QP
Dying of laughter
You like a pastor
Lying up in churches
But you lying in ya verses
Like Zion
Yea you was nice
By now you worthless
I'm Frank white
You just that broke nigga
That's snatching purses
You couldn't purchase
Sixteens I spit
Or scratch the surface
Rapping fast but ain't saying shit
That got a purpose
My shit is poetry like the earth is
Moving in cycles
Navy seals moving with rifles
Paying on Bibles
And holy Qurans
His skin tone was bronze
My verse is like gemstones cutting up Uncle Tom
Books from Nova Slom
Word is bond
Peace Islam
I caught the teaching
Vampires will sink their teeth in
When they think sleeping
Don't make us hop off in that Jeep and
Had to Virginia tho
I Black out
You capped out
Don't make me end ya show
Glock nineteen
It got a nice ring
So do the right thing
This ain't the fire you wanna start
Engine on right wing
Your plane is crashing
Niggas a stick you for them chains you flashing
I run with killas rocking famous fashion
The homeless man outside the store
Could be a trained assassin
I'm in the range relaxing
Smoking on Za until the rain is passing
Your heart is beating like a drum
Obstacles you gotta overcome
In your lives film
Before the movies done
As the credit run
Your favorite song is sung
Killers on the other side of town
Will celebrate that they won
Pull up to the candlelight
And kick the candles that were brung
Dam
Vic the illest nigga alive
Blowing like C5
Grown men all in my mentions
Like they the beehive
Nigga it'll be wise
To get the facts before you speak
I was trapping out in Levis
Niggas wasn't in the streets
Grimes sent the beat
I said I'm finsta eat
It's been a week
The rap Freddy Kruger
I could kill these niggas in my sleep
(Gunshot)
The Tec blow
The shot echo
Around the metro
Ralph Lauren
south west
Aztec
The Pueblo
My Rocket ship is on schedule
That's billionaires on Mars
Rap niggas acting clepto
The way they stealing bars
Especially ours
Sicilian cigars
Niggas was in the house
On the couch
While we was peeling scars
The head nigga still in charge
Fake praises
Man all you niggas need is stages
Softer than changing faces
Nicolas cages
Acting performance on face off
One minute you niggas atheist
The next minute you praise the god
When I raise the rod
Wettin niggas up
Holy water couldn't save your squad
The modern day PAC
They made me out to be the bad guy
Don't get a jabbed eye
Or a stabbed thigh
One across your calf I.
Know that ain't nobody on my level
I'm the last guy
You wanna rumble with in the jungle
Must be giraffe high
Tryna chastise
I snatch your jewelry when you pass by
To keep it real
I'm throwing wack rappers off of the hill
Niggas don't got the skill
To go against the man who killed
One thousand men
With the golden pen
His chest folding in
Spinning hill kick
How I spit
Feel like a bowling pin