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wait until you get a load of me - ᐯic ᐯega lyrics

wait until you get a load of me lyrics
(intro)
*christopher walken sample* king of new york

(verse 1) * vic vega
this is mortal combat sport, like the battle to the death
counter strike blows, now i’m taking your last breath
remained hardcore when i’m kicking down you door
i wanna see your dead bodies laying on the floor
they label me a revolutionist, executionist
roughing up the house and burn it down with a crucifix
i ain’t got time for your violent confrontations
make a wrong move, i’ll crack your skull on the pavement
so come along and get a satisfying taste of death
shake you with the right and i’mma shank you with the left
envious snakes deserve a beating for their lies
maggots dressed in disguise, one day you’re gonna realize
living in the slums filled with petty g*ngb*ngers
lunatics and snitches * crackheads and christians
you’re gonna feel the wrath from the mark of the beast
i’ll be the head hunter * the vengeful anarchist
cause were living in a cold world filled with danger
and they won’t hesitate to put a slug in a stranger
this is the return of the 36th chamber
gordon liu fl!ck * my paragraphs be adding flavor
creeping through the dark and strike you like alligators
i’m coming at ya with my murderous behavior
i bust back, drive*by’s in a cadillac
practicing my aim while i’m roaming through your cul de sac
i’m even more menacing than tommy desimone
i’ve got the strength like i’m rocky, cause there’s nothing gonna stop me
sending you to heaven with a loaded mac 11
k!lling spress? when i was 7, man. that’s when i started sinning
knocking suckers out the box when i’m entering your homeland
warrior attacks, a sk!lled fighter like i’m conan
it seems like your ideas have fallen out of place
i guess i’ve got to stab this motherf*cker in his face
don’t be so surprised because you got a record deal
when your up and coming albums gonna flop like a seal
my verse will make you suckers burn like a perm
murdering these scumbags who’s gonna get what they deserved
you’re gonna feel the rapture beyond this next chapter
i can murder your career but i’m not even a rapper
take my word for granted, i’m bound to cause damage
i’m still the illest rapper coming from a different planet
because i’m “vic vega” and my sk!lls are so spectacular
my samurai swords will turn this room into a massacre
these are the thoughts in my mind when i write
a complex rhyming scheme, swinging swords to it’s supreme
thinking of a plot to get revenge on everybody
set this whole place down in flames in your lobby
young bucks living poor be getting hectic
abandonment and sh*t has got a brother feeling reckless
gunshots be ringing through the streets with no pity
murder rates have been committed by the thugs in the inner cities
our society has failed from the beginning
going through a lot, but deep down i’m always winning
the one man army’s striking back when he attacks
living rough, because i’m always fully strapped
jacking up my style, it’s like your ass don’t even bother
i’ll bite you in your motherf*ckin’ ass like a rottweiler
hanging on the corner during night cause life’s crooked
hustling for dollars like them street cats in brooklyn
now i’m dropping knowledge to the new zealand youth
timberland boots, beats thumping on your roof
in my hood, i’m a hero * the modern rap de niro
king of lake city, all you cats should catch the memo
criminology, *n*logy and lobotomy
crime thriller stories, never taken as a comedy
sh*tting on you rappers like uncontrollable feces
letting off shots until the ammos getting empty
shoot you in the head when bodie died in the wire
f*ck you up the ass with a rusty screwdriver
haters on the d*ck love the force penetration
smoke you like a cigarette and still couldn’t fade this
roaming through the streets living rougher than an alley cat
where most fools walk around with a f*nny pack
i shook the whole audience with one punchline
eating all these rappers on the mic like it’s lunch time
and your life taken in the cut from one bullet slug
decorate your whole interior with your own blood
blow your brains out, heading straight into your dome piece
better watch your back on all the brothers staying low*key
and that’s me, i’ve got nothing to lose
taking no cr*p because i’m always living proof
getting payback when all your goons be getting wiped out
assassination is complete, you got sniped out
cover up your body, boy and now i’m getting rid of you
throw you off the bridge and i hope this is the end for you
i’m going all out throwing my weapons in the air
so i can feel the joy through this nutty, bl**dy atmosphere
this is it when i took your last breath
and now you die slow with a dagger in your chest, motherf*cker

- ᐯic ᐯega lyrics

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