LA VanGogh - 1984: Intergalactic lyrics

1984: Intergalactic [Intro talking: L.A. VanGogh] Swa*k Swag Get out my bathroom b**h 1985, right? Remember that sh** [Verse 1: L.A. VanGogh] They said VanGogh, VanGogh spit me a verse For that to happen you would need a black suit and a hearse Homicide on an Obama ride, a politic scene I made a b**h give me her brains so she could swallow my dreams Doom, 18 years out of the womb And I'm spitting like a motherf**in' mummy in a tomb Yeah, the raps is so def (d**h) The flow so cold it gets skated by Wayne Gretz' I'm f**in' up ya tracks, man, call Latisha War with the words, diction's my militia Lord poetry, the painter of the picture The lyric lad leaking lessons straight up out the scripture I'm getting grown now, they so 10th grade I kick it so consistent, the flow so sensei All they talk is "broads and the chains, they been paid They got a thing for whips" man these cats so Kente Got a narrow path but I'm thinking the broad way My mind's in the Madison my posse's on Broadway Chi-town all day, but they know L.A I got OG's that mess with me the long way Harvey, first ward, the home of the drug lords Ingall's hospital came out with a mic cord Knocked at the back door, then snuck in the front See, I'm high off life, dog, you stuck in the blunt Oh, hi, I'm Gizzogh from the land of the little Drug pushers with pistols shooting like Kerry Kittles The maker of the widow, and creator of the cripple Pull it out and I bet they all bounce like dribble But, me I'm more simple, see the writer of the riddle Styles bit with no kibbles so they nibble n***as be asking if I'm putting all these beats in a casket Did the cow jump the moon and the cat with the fiddle? I'm sick, I sell sickle to fickle n***as in nickel bags Squiggle my initials to triple, the method's crystal Whistle, dismiss the critics who disrespect my temple And asking me if I'm dope is like asking if Jack was nimble Illmatic addict, rapping rabid is a habit Pack some fashion in package stash, I'm radical as fascists 'Til the rain came upon and brought lies upon the useless Rappers got a misconceived perception of what truth is I'm young to the youthless, dumb to the stupid A bulletproof heart, dodging phone calls from cupid Bars are so hard, but they far from cuddly So, I'm on top of my bars like them broads from Coyote Ugly Quincy McCall balling, you broads is Monica I won't stop 'til my name is on a moniker My n***a, my brother, see, the game's tainted lover Who was at the Last Supper pulling wine out the cupboard I'm so Live like '05, that I could spit dead And of course I spew AIDS homie, I'm a sick dickhead Been on, but they holding my coming like a Trojan But, what happens when they find out the condom's broken So I made these lames fade like erosion As a token of my potent unspoken dope explosion Send condolence to opponents cause the beast has been awoken Tyrannosaurus-Rex-Grossman in the open If they don't include me, Double X-L, in a moment 2012 Freshman cla** then it's a problem with enrollment I'm too thought provoking, rhymes deeper than the ocean If you scared you might drown, you'll probably still get soaked in Dopeness, going across my lines like encroachment I'm giving quarters back with some receivers still in motions That means I'm giving change to anybody in the open You're defense is hopeless I think that it's a problem when these rappers multiply, but the money divides And they swear they got the answers with no product or a quotient