Lux Raggedy Duffle

Lyrics

[Intro: Vic Spencer] Ayo, doc, I'm fuckin' with this baritone flow, nigga (Woo) Uh [Verse 1: Vic Spencer] Duffle bag on my shoulder look like a fucking female body builder I don't need a lotta shit, but it's filled up The zipper sound like a machine gun Head run get away get away to the Las Vegas sun with all the funds I got bullets the size of a BIC lighter A change of outfit that make me look like a fucking bullfighter (Mm) Pen and pad inside, nigga I'm a writer The bag is bigger than yo overnighter, a real collider Put allat back in the bag and snap yo' bitch ass with the whole thing I'm a old king wearing them finger four rings Onе punch really sore spleens, I'm mean with stratеgy Niggas is raggedy, acting like they ass atrophy [?] I'm fucking shit up, the villainy way Conspiracy spray, the airways, they gonna tell on me I'm selling weed, big nose niggas that smell the gunpowder Been at war for a month straight, only had one shower (Ew) Having visions of rhythm collisions (Mm) Slap anybody, you don't have to be a musician Get hit by beauticians Listening to rap submissions (Mm) Whens some shit wack you can't say it until you got permission Fuck that, this shit above rap (Uh) Long as you touch cash, yo' opinion a must-have? (How) You the type to have bust lush on ya' mustache (Ew) Nigga, I will beat yo' ass (Mm) This that flow that woke up Barry White Feel me? Fuck outta here motherfucker [Verse 2: The Legendary Traxster] They ducking all one-on-one fades and fistcuffs These rappers bitches, it's gotta be more than [?] I think this thought often: I'll beat yo' ass I don't do beats for niggas, don't take no feature cash I tried to clean my shit up, put on a suit and tie Turned out that shit just as grimy, they just don't shoot and die Don't ask a nigga whats in his raggedy duffle, I rather scuff you But you gon' lose a limb if it brush you If it graze you you having convos with the god that you give praise to Blame the hood that raised you, somebody should've saged you He wanted all of the smoke Watch the niggas who say slick shit and call it a joke I'll beat yo' ass There I go with that thought again Niggas playing both sides, I call it bipartisan Nah, they ain't as smart as him, and got as much heart as him Shawty say that I fell off, but that's right when I chart again (Woo) And I ain't really tryna talk about what that check pays (Woo) 'Cause I terrorized MCs for three decades (Woo) I got bodies that's still riding in cassette trays (Woo) Even when y'all don't see me, that threat stays Nigga, I will beat yo' ass Nah, like, I'll really beat yo' ass though (Bitch) Like, I will beat yo' ass [Verse 3: Buk of Psychodrama] Duffle bag in the bag seat full of [?] As I stands on business, I can be in two places one time Superposition, I'm substantially many planets away, look, what I'm saying's long distance (Long distance) Fans know I'm different (Different), I landed on prolific Make no plans that goin' against it, I'm from the land, you know I'm ig'nant All the scams show I'm gifted Anomalies, phenomenon Something else, competition come to see that we are from beyond All criticism and judgements, niggas' opinions about serious lyricism production and it's here business Mix of generations within the culture And if they interested in getting back to the missing substance then it would be benefits And then they find I'm better than them, never had them on no list at all Judging me, yo' fuckin' head will crash and metal fragments fall Winter, spring, summertime shy, all the time Please make no mistake about it, this is all design I'm having a vision of a rhythm collision (Rhythm collision) I'll body anybody, you don't have to be a musician You now have the permission to write this down in ya' notepad (What) Nigga, I will beat yo' ass For real