DJ Premier - The Exorcist lyrics

[Hook:] Some for the content; all for delivery; Pick apart a rapper Vic'll heart attack 'em visibly Serious as serious does, collective wisdom; Rushed over to Premier for The Exorcism [Little Vic:] Speak your mind, never get too scientific I'm a flying discus over ya hat, and I ain't fixed to collab The kind of fix only to keep 'em coming back; Slamming the MP will have 'em humming that, yeah They wanna know, "Whatchya name?" "Where ya come from?" "What's the game plan?" Same path, for the lump sum! Straight from Long Island, gunning for the ma** appeal; Big sword, only a half a shield — catch up Vic arrives without breaking stride, without Missing I'm taking lives See I did it for years and years, keep a place inside To the game that ya'll patronize Who ya facing? I — V-I-C, mindstate Bonaparte, My pen hits the canvas to brandish you owing hearts Still we building, keep the streets lateral Preem brought it outta me, now I bring it out outta you: The Exorcist [Primo's bridge, scratching throughout, x2:] It's the real ill It's the real ill, microphone enhancer Pa** me the mic, guaranteed I'll rock it [Little Vic:] Uh! I fade the charge like I'm Tony Ducks It's only us, the power, the dollar, what holds me up Like a coward's revolver you fold under pressure; Marciano punchlines, I throw one to test ya chin Waiting to blessed again? The Exorcist, melt tracks down and necks'll spin, uh "Why you flow so fly?" "I show both sides," "Disrespecting the game and I Don't. Know. Why." Something you don't wanna battle with; Vic is on the haggling sh** Changing the rules; I'm the catalyst whose Dis-embarra**ment, kick a rhyme for us I do it for gun, hooptys, '89 Taurus —there you go. Here I come, feared by some Spitting fire seared my tongue, hereby drunk Like I haven't hit, puberty how clear I come The Radicals, Little Vic, Primo, draw it outta you: The Exorcist [Primo's bridge, scratching throughout:] It's the real ill It's the real ill, microphone enhancer Pa** me the mic, guaranteed I'll rock it [Little Vic:] Lord Jesus, save us from the fires of hell Save us from all our desires as well; Cause I ain't, tryin' ta get popped or die in a cell I'm not tryna ta keep options for clientele Cause these streets kept me locked without applying help Young'uns looking up to me, I rock Orion's Belt! They said: The psycho's diary might inspire me He use his own sick words to fight anxiety, yeah But you have no clue what it's like inside of me; Looking for a way out and it's frightening, I agree! Come one, come all; flood all battle crews Preem brought it outta me, now I bring it out outta you: The Exorcist [Primo] It's the real ill — It's the real ill, microphone enhancer Pa** me the mic, guaranteed I'll rock it