Reebok Jones - Vice City lyrics

[Intro: Onemanband] Don't you hate it when... You open a bag of chips And the bag's only filled halfway? That has absolutely nothing to do with anything I just thought I'd mention that [Verse 1: Onemanband] Recording sh**, they like to glory it They got the nerve to call it... timeless music Got too much time on my hands like a f**ing clock They say... I don't do sh** But mind your business don't blind my interests You fell off so hard I could... make a list Composed of all of the lies you told to your fake a** friends Bout how you... took my b**h I could record a verse purposely make it worse And it'd still sound way... f**ing better Than anything in this universe You can mark my words like a... slice of cheddar I know those lines just made no sense But who gives a sh** cause it... f**in rhymes Same logic of all these mainstream rappers That's why they make the same mistakes... every time [Verse 2: Babuc] I'm a spiritual lyrical miracle individual Kinikier than Pink Guy, it's unbelievable Not quite Daniel, but I'm back at it with them sick bars Drop a beat so bad, it'll scream for guitars (Cuz I s**...) Yeah [Verse 3: KUZGUN] I f**ing hate this flow, not gonna...talk about it Lemmer write this before Caslon start poppin at me f** y'all, I'll just keep on...ama**ing profits And keep on dropping...cla**ic projects Y'all n***as salty, like...daddy's co*k, b**h Lemme finish this verse, DADDY, STOP IT! [Verse 4: Taylor Karras] Do you know who the f** I am, I'm sorta famous; dabnabit f** all you people peregrinating my name, clearly I've... had it... With all the allegations that you've spread, can I ever; clear my head... Because the sh** a person be going through, he might as well consider himself dead... But I'm still alive, I don't know why... I don't have time to... contemplate... But I do have time to write these rhymes, people always... underrate I freestyle all the time but I write better rhymes, I'm going to write a... letter But by the time it's read and by the time it's done it's been returned to me... the sender Drink a lot of syrup, smoke a lot of weed, just to numb the pain in my... membrane Think a lot of sh**, can't stop thinking it. I think I'm going... Insane Gotta wear a disguise because what I realize is that everybody's saying... f** this guy Because of made up sh**, I don't believe in this... Traditional rules don't... apply [Verse 5: Mr. Vice 2000] Check it, I'm about to wreck it I'm k**ing every second Vice vice city Give her that nice nice biggy Who the f** is challenging the vice of the best, b**h I been wrist cookin' n***as with my necklace I been whipping that sh** like a dance move I been catching on to kids just like my dance do Y'all hitting the quan, I'm hitting ya mom I'm hitting up these hoes, and she give me the bomb Cause the p**y blow up in my face Mr. Vice k**ed the beat, and blood splattered all over the place, n***a! [Verse 6: Reebok Jones] WOO! We about to...party in here I'm screaming like Pusha...God, I'm crazy I'm spiritual, lyrical, individual criminal DICK IN YOUR GIRL DICK IN THE WORLD, SO fu*k IT! I fu*kED YOUR GIRL AND sh*t! [Verse 7: Onemanband] The biggest test is present time and the best results is what you've been through I just look at the work you put in and then multiply it all by two Now that's two times the fluent rhymes, and in half the time you'll be old news They say I sold my soul to ScopeY for some cla**ic threads but where's your proof? Drop says I'm sh** tier and a WOAT user in dire need If that's the case then explain to me those threads I made about O'Reilly New years day dropped the biggest ether and they still have yet to come bother me 2016 is my year I'm on another level entirely [Verse 8: LaFLamesAdvocate] Roaming in the streets where the cats won't sleep Floating in the chevy, and the brakepads won't heat So im on the road to my lettuce, with some Evil speed No,no more situations where my pulse do the speak Where the church only peak, when the pastors feast Only intro verse, where the drums get murked Soon as they kicks won't punch Im like a veteran soldier, give a f** about your flow nor composure Im drunk, shooting clips of the hip "told ya that i got a damaged conscience" Momma warned me to never interact with monsters Put my dick in pandoras box b**h Soul meets rap like that early Kanye But than the fashion meets murder cap that word to 808s and Heartbreaks So, come sit down, dine and pile a plate In the devils den, host tonight; LaFlamesAdvocate