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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...