Fall Back/Titty Fat

Lyrics

[Part I: Fall Back] [Verse 1] Emcees fall back It's Vik' in your ear with the whole ball of wax Call or fax for the freshest rhyme delivery Or takeout, for the fake-you-out ballers in the industry Boss with the Lee jeans, bad man, you know V They say he's a cross between Adnan Khashoggi And Sho Kosugi, he said your chain is sure dookie The piece is like a mystery entity, eh, spooky What's its worth? A gun or a knife slice Catch a bus once or twice or run for your life price An arm and a leg, the lead is ghetto red hot Calm 'til we fled the spot or leg arm head shot [Verse 2] You on the battlefield with lyrical militants Know he's feelin' bent when he see little pink elephants Never forget, memorize the elements Keep the mic sterilized, terrorize with eloquence And mellow eyelids, tell no lies, kids These guys ask 'em what's their shelltoe size is Shields up dumb dumb, where we come from We thump it out for fun, and that's no conundrum Pick a bone goon, it's V with the sicker known show tunes On a full moon, lick your own wounds Lighten up the stratosphere, shootin' Slugs is nameless, aim caressin' Vladimir Putin His matted hair was too thin to cut into a gumby Nothin' to V, he feel his bum knee It's about to rain, there goes my two-way Out of range, it's a strange new day, touché It's all good like down home-cookin' He left with the crown on his dome and kept bookin' His men run Crooklyn Keep 1 in 10 huns hookin', no offense, none tooken It's more funner than lookin' The pound of the war drum had your poor son shooken' Sometimes he feel he need to stop juxin' Then he say "nah" with a real sly crook grin Vik's style of rhyme will bug out Joe Sixpack Slick while the time he dug out your chick's back She wore a thong in her youth These days she's a bit long in the tooth Part II: Titty Fat [Verse] Just chewin' on the titty fat Pursuin' the kitty cat, droolin' on her pretty hat Playing pool and pitty-pat, stay in school kiddies, brats Instead of spraying tools and shitty gats Layin' cool, where they at? Same jewels as silly rats rulin' with gritty stats Coolin' where the cliques be at It's no time for chitty chat, fool V pity that Follow your instincts I told her time and time again not to swallow pink drinks I guess it's just how the hollow link clinks V, the fink who made the chink in the mink wink They say he need a shrink On the brink to pipe it when her sink made his pinky stink Instead, he asked her for some paper and some ink Could have flipped it longer 'cept the beat was rather rinky-dink Still workin' out the kinks Every time he thinks his third eye blinks It must be in the blood like zinc Glassy-eyed V put your CD on jinx