Artist: Vic Spencer Album: The Cost of Victory Song: First Aid Kit Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com Vic Spencer, shit... (Man... Cold ass beat) Ah, woo! Fuck.. Body the shit... Damn! You muh'fuckers will never guess who did this shit {T-T-T-Tony Baines!} That's right.. [Vic Spencer] ...You will never get it Handle my business, out-of-bounders pay a visit Witness some shit that you once had doubt about and crowd around the nigga that Chicago gave the crown to after the title bout (Uh...) Niggaz fuck with me and see the real talent And the rest of y'all niggaz against me is not a challenge Balance the whole game off one finger, smoke still linger I'm comin through the window they thought I was a bell ringer (ding!) Magical bars, shit's amazing Spit on a blind nigga and tell him that it's raining You a suburbanite, I'm so ill I'll curb a dike Left out the booth with five cobra bites - ouch! Body the sample, body the beat Body the snare, it's right there all shot up in the street Hop on the track like the splish-splash creature I'm never half-assin, I'm a assassin on the features Niggaz antsy takin chances for granted God planted the globe in front of me, I slap water single-handed Niggaz had to shoot at my wavy attributes Now all the snaggle-toothed hype start to laugh at you (ha ha!) Nowadays niggaz see me in the sky Your career I'm blind to and I'm appeasin to the eye It's a blind leadin the blind to a cliff And when they all fall off, guess who won't say shit Pssh! (PSSH!) The nigga that's speakin right now Come through quietly reekin the loud, now shut your mouth I'm out South gettin head from a ho from out West She nod her head to my shit that ain't out yet, call it shit-to-mouth test Funny and witty, got niggaz sayin they comin to get me I'm 'bout to get on, so you niggaz better do it quickly (Right now...) Motherfuckers know I'm not a gimmick And when niggaz listenin to my shit, they forget about they spirits (HOOO~!) The rap game is a lyin affair The shit that make niggaz put dye in they hair - pfft! I don't give a fuck, call it a sneak dissin At least I don't look like I'm 'bout to attend a gay Freaknik Hella dresses on men in the area I swear this rap game's kinda scary bro, what the fu.. ("Once you begin to make it...) Shit... (...the harder it is to take it") I'm still tryin though Y'nahmsayin? I learn to meditate Try to cool the fuck out, so much fickin coonery bullshit goin on Niggaz gettin controlled by the white folk once again...