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charter members - vic spencer lyrics

[verse 1: vic spencer]
duffle bag with the v patches (goat)
all a’s so they let me teach classes
i beat asses, stuffed faces with the asics
coming up for air but all they got was radiation
go ‘em running to be the best but their legs amputated (ouch)
donated, related to patents that’s activated
i don’t hang with n*ggas that be seen and venerated
celebrating wins around people that dream nauseation(ew)
they sick of you winning all of your splendors
surrender all your agendas, i’m endorsed by [?]
n*gga i can see it in your eyes, you’re not built to catch [?]
i [?] what you spit in your old past tense (ching)
chances is slim, think shady
my spit game ill like a sick baby
i kicked rabies, was in the poo*put in the 80’s
smoking out my nephew charger when he get home from the navy
cloudy skies so i pull out the gray sneakers
i just heard your raps, the culture will never need ‘em, delete ‘em
get the sh*ts out of here
lyrical pit bulls, release them sh*ts they gon’ growl with the big drool
the ratchet do more than the [?]
i just kick it by the pool
i’m in the hood with the ocean blue coupe (baby)
everything new, your sneakers used
reject it, drag your body [?] necklace
[verse 2: ransom]

smash out his body voluptuous
coffee on the versace comforter
tommy gun pumps your dolce gabbana puffer
quiet marijuana puffer, chop the product up, i’m a hustler
mercedes benz [?] without the top to cover
rocks by the cl*ster, got diamond dust
iceberg top with the donald duck
if only my style could be bottled up
customers would form a line around the sun
when it come to this knowledge i am a sponge
don’t get your conscious expunged
comments are made we come and chop your tongue
rock ‘em the one
i got more seeds in hip*hop than the whopper bun
(i ain’t gon’ lie n*gga)
thick b*tch fetish [?]
they said everything’s bigger in texas
i guess it’s all about perception
i’m perfection
control my destiny in my head on some professor x sh*t
lit off the heckler out the x6, exodus
your spirit just left your skeleton

[verse 3: roc marciano]
look
i don’t fraternize with you rapping guys (naw)
cause all the facts denied leading down on your path of lies
i strategize, y’all n*ggas react like a bunch of battered wives (why)
some n*ggas have to die, i won’t leave til i’m satisfied
they oyster perpetual with the day and date
you played it safe
what happens to beefing when all the cattle die? (where it’s at?)
they key lime daquiris keep me alkalized
your whole package in danger soon as the [?]
i galvanized the hungriest k!llers
son is a thriller
i’m an expert when it comes to gorillas
slumped in a villa’s how i left you (how i left you)
everything i spit is celestial, other worldly vision specialist
almost extraterrestrial
give me sp*ce
cause i move at a pace you couldn’t get next to
ancestral, blood of a fallen king i pass to my nephew
say my name
imma take it in blood, came from the mud
god bless you
better pray for some love, haters are judged
god bless you
[?] been scr*ping these n*ggas up man

- vic spencer lyrics

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