Hunger Flow, Vol. 2 Intro

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[Intro: Justin Credible] Okay, I'm back on y'all "Hunger Flow, Volume 2" I'm Justin Credible, let's turn the temperature up Reportin' live from Los Angeles, California (Hahaha) You know what I represent, bars! Shout to Chicago Vic Mensa, let's lift off on these motherfuckers Incredible Agh, come on Justin Credible [Verse 1: Vic Mensa] Introducing Mr. Controversy, Mensa caught case after case I need a lawyer in the booth for every statement I make Yo Just', how these fucks act like I ain't from that place? Where body bags zip you up your face, as if you bathing with apes Shout Pharrell, I'm god body, think I made the human race 'Cause I articulate my pain in a way that you relate Everybody got opinions but I got the balls to share 'em That could get a nigga killed, like a call from a Karen But still, I peel off in McLaren Talking to my therapist, he say I'm sufferin' from my carelessness But I was just hustlin' for my parent's rent You don't know the depths of poverty the family of my father seen Working in Ghana for 15 dollars a week And they don't know Ghostface and Mary, all they got is me The idiocy in y'all to think I could ever be folded By internet cancel culture, I've been in the damn with vultures Walk through the land of lions, I swam through the piranhas Bury me in my golds like I'm King Tutankhuman Far as Chicago rhymin', I'm the extension of Common Got arrested with my iron, ain't that shit ironic? I'm batshit, I promise been on every medication Then I realized the antidepressants made me crazy Me and Chano in a Ghost, he like Patrick and I'm Swayze Call my bitch Erica, "know how to get a bag lady" And I had it bad lately I was in a cell like Max B but I'm mad wavy I know the master hate me 'Cause I can't be confined, my mind defies mental slavery Niggas can't touch the kid, y'all all Kevin Spacey [Interlude: Justin Credible, Vic Mensa] Haha, y'all can't touch the kid I'm the chosen one Justin Credible This that "Hunger Flow, Volume 2" Hey Vic (Uh), keep goin' [Verse 2: Vic Mensa] Southside 'fore Lori hit, I'm Gwendolyn Brooks in a DeLorean Back from the future to catch you slippin' like Freudian Political lobbying from project lobby loitering Suadi haires from Abu Dhabi in Paris ordering Caviar with the baked potato and the truffle butter My words like birds, so of course, I'ma ruffle feathers Consider for a second, if a key well connected it's 27 I could make that in 47 seconds And we forever steppin' my niggas slidin' on toosie High like coke cheese, score like the Fugees Watch the game out the frame the way Kareem Abdul see I know niggas been shootin' 20 years like Coodie I'm a genius, my tongue hotter than jalapeño Hallelujah, I'm the negus like the King of Abyssinia My niggas move base by the key, Charles Mingus Only got five fingers but I'm with them six ringers Championship status turn Siècle in Paris Got the game by the throat from what I spoke out of my larynx Them thangs that you wrote sound gangsta like Clarence But we of a different cloth, you fabricate your appearance Y'all fake, I'm the realist, my truth is well documented I don't like the way you Twitter niggas treated Ari Lennox God body on prison calls with 5 percenters My flow is deadly like fetty inside syringes Rest in peace Michael K. Williams, pray for his children Like a bomb in Ukraine, we just raised down the buildin', uh It's Justin Credible, that mean we liftin' off I spit rounds like the the tip of a Kalashnikov [Outro: Justin Credible] Hold up, hold up, hold up We speedin', or we just gettin' warmed up "Hunger Flow, Volume 2" Lift off! Justin Credible Yo, yo, this what it is right here Justin Credible, yeah Represent Los Angeles to the fullest