Chosen Doorbells

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Vic Spencer - Rap

Chosen Doorbells

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[Verse] Always on the move, I'm never gonna park There's people that think the devil is smart To this day I'm the greatest rapper Hating rappers not a thing no more I came in this game to score Not to think about stats Thinking about taking it all away just to bring it back To that natural feeling, the killin' sensation Blatant way, I don't care what these niggas say I can't rap about chicks on some shit like this 500 million you gon' miss your hit [?] my style you gon' claim is your shit Campfire, Imma stick your script Mind power [?] really Niggas listen to my shit because I report killings Back in the days I used an art brush to get my waves I spook rappers 'cause they're fucking afraid Stuck in a maze, blood when you touching the blade See your ass in hell, you reluctant to shave In my brain I be counting the spades I gamble your life If your brain on drugs, I scramble with ice Contaminate mics, goodnight your lights dampened Aw shit Vic laughing somewhere in Chattanooga Big rapping and the glare's glowing through her Deck of cards how I'm dealing with niggas Smack you in the face while you killing the liquor Big ass blunt it don't resemble the swisher But it is god dammit don't be a trembling nigga Roll up and tumble away, you dusty as hell The rhymes slick as hell, as if you was touching a whale Uppity dummies can never get nothing from me The microphone was attached to the bungees I came back up like yup, rap a lot Brother legend, No Limit Records, you get the message Most of these people is police without the badge While I scout for classics I get inside a world you can't imagine I wanna know if you can see that I'm hurting And if I am do you love what's working Shaking myself out of the mazes I keep bobbing and weaving They say tomorrow's not promised, I say tomorrow is pleasing It's the season for peach cobbler The robber didn't have to copy nobody He tell people that they shot him probably Let me in, let me in the world because I snuck in the back All the gate keepers don't even know where I'm at Sheesh

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  • Vic Spencer