Love For Vic Lyrics - Vic Spencer

I'm the worst rapper yo.. 

How the worst rapper is the most hated tho? 

Whatever... 

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Agh 

Vic Spencer: the worst rapper from Chicago 

They want me out the city as far as the chi-go 

But im out here posted on dangerous blocks 

With niggas that miss school and love slangin' the Glock 

Agh 

Changing the plot, rearranging the flock 

The circle has changed, now i get to aim at the box 

Agh 

This is World War Ten, i got bombs for ya' 

See it in ya' video lookin' like Tom Sawyer (haha!) 

Look how i came out the dirt and emerged 

To be one of the greatest to ever do it without leaving the curb 

Seein' chicks curve niggas, and end up crashing 

Seein' one opinion turn the whole earth to bat-shit 

Niggas that once knew me call me an angry uncle 

I'm lookin' at these niggas like "what the world has come to?" 

(ugh?) 

Very passionate about who I'm rappin' with 

So all of this loyal shit, I ain't havin' it 

Agh 

Bumping freight by Amy 

Nothing changed me except for death 

But either way, I'll die the same 

So many times I could've hide the pain 

But you hear it in my voice every time i rhyme again 

Sittin' in the jewish restaurant with Dr. Mind Bender 

And he from Belize blowin' weed, look what time get ya' 

Me and my wife havin' a hard-time finding babysitters 

Argument everyday, look what time get ya' (agh) 

Fixin' the plot, i've been liftin' a lot 

Not the waste acquiesce when I'm skippin' your block 

In 98' we was sippin' ciroc, before the manufacture 

I seen niggas come n' go, look what life got ya' 

Bars sound like I should never sit behind 'em 

Spit a couple lines at 'em then they blind faster 

Sometimes the mind matter if you fuck with me 

But you point the finger at the wrong guy in the truck with weed 

Posted in that bitch smokin' out the backseat 

No fucks to them rappers out here showing ass-cheecks (ew!) 

Rafe ceiling lights in the tahoe 

I'm safe in the hood over downtown Chicago 

See some protesters, I don't fuck with that shit 

I be killin' the role, petal wall stroll with the kicks 

Ten years ago, at the taste in the see-thrus 

Got me some pussy off wearin' then 350 V2s 

(agh) 

I ain't in to that lifestyle, I write wild 

Tazmanian devil how I react now 

The microphone I can hug on the spot 

Appreciate all the love that I got, muhfucker 

(oooh!) 

That's it... no more 

Lyrical exercise 

Death out of VI, right? 

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