Artist: Vakill Album: The Darkest Cloud Song: The Creed Typed by: polish_baller@hotmail.com I granted my neighborhood immunity During the Rodney King riots when niggas burnt down and looted they're communities Instead I pulled bricks from the walls of my imagination and threw 'em through the window of opportunity Every studio date booked is a date closer to death procession We in overtime with 0.6 seconds left, possession Still life's depth perception begins at the rectum So I'm defecated from opposite ends of the spectrum So, take these gems and stick 'em in y'all (?) My definition of on-point affect hemophiliacs and virgins all in the same manner, one prick and it's all over And you can lick the gun clips But it's a sin to wet me like nun clits None spit, with my ferocity I over shadow passion take my brain off safety and watch my ideas drop shells and blaze battlefields [Hook] "Yo, the spotlight is mine!" (sampled from Big L – Flamboyant) "So betta get the name right" "V to the Izzay" (sampled from Jay-Z – H to the Izzo) "I only want to build wit skill" "That's what I consider real..." (sampled from O.C. – Time's Up) There's more to Va than sick rhymes invented I gas hoes with lines demented At times I'm timid cause When niggas talk dirty to women That's sexual harassment But when women talk dirty to niggas it's $5.99 a minute And it's an ongoing nigga-feud The sisters driven, fueled by maxing credit cards and getting jewels And we motivated by getting screwed And running up in bitches ribs like Adam in the Indian-giving mood And we all getting (?); shit, if I was Adam Eve would have to count my ribs every night to see if I tricked off Please - hoes is like tornadoes They scream when they come/cum, and take everything when they leave I give a bitch a warm reception instead of fur Should the crazy notion of marriage in my head occur And lawfully wedded her It's all good, WIFE's an acronym for Wash, Iron, Fuck, Etcetera [Hook x2] "Yo, the spotlight is mine!" (sampled from Big L – Flamboyant) "So betta get the name right" "V to the Izzay" (sampled from Jay-Z – H to the Izzo) ...scratches and sampling of "uh-huh" and "alright"... "I only want to build wit skill" "That's what I consider real, in this field of music" (sampled from O.C. – Time's Up) I surgically carved my niche in the face of adversity Till it cursedly inherit Jack-O-Lantern's like scars irreversible Chicago only get dispersed Cuz most of us that successfully get our foot in first Close doors on those that put in work And I can count on one hand, how many succeed in this occupation Out of a city with a two million nine-hundred and seventy-seven plus population Not including fertilized eggs and ovulation from copulation self-mission One reason why the presence of a Vakill and Juice album waits on a record store shelf missing Thought you knew, niggas here blow-up and move out-of-state Fuck the share-the-wealth vision Blow up or not, I'll never sever my block ties My determination's magnified 800 times over, watch my stock rise I'm so against the grain, when I'm dropping shit my toilets flush clockwise [Hook x2]