Vast Aire - Victory lyrics

*This song contains Russian Elements, so if something looks Weird, it's because it's in Russian* [Ivan Ives] Welcome to my brain, where night is day Where life is plighted with a slight delay I dont play, I just work at it, lurk with addicts Beserk, it's madness You can't handle this Nanotechnology, odyssey This is rap how it ought to be You calling me out? I'm calling you in You're late for your appointment My sh** is soylent green, epic Rhymes collected, beats is hectic Spend a lot on the septic, cuz I got the best sh** Plus I'm epillectic, snap off your neck This is where terror rests, show respect You are rocking with the best Scratch n' sniff the spliff, if Ives on the mic You know its a hit You know its the sh** When the words be coming out your mouth Two weeks later when you back at your house And you're like, "Dude. Ives. The flow is incredible" Thanks man, I'm trying to stay off the oedipal More than credible, scraping the surface Humans are animals in cages no purpose So nervous, life is a circus An act on a stage, careful how I word this [Choir] Nas nilza pabidit Our Victory! Nas nilza pabidit Our Victory! Nas nilza pabidit Our Victory! Nas nilza pabidit Our Victory! [Ivan Ives] Second verse even better than the first Even better with the words from the ghettos to the burbs Amen, Ives wise like Brahmin Word got out I ghost write for Paul Barman Whoops, y'all now f**ing with the realness Feel this or die of a fatal illness k** this and I'll live over the sk**ess That pop pills and manage chump change with Bill Quick Oh - I'm sorry, that's kinda sick of me You throwing up peace signs? I'm doing "V" for Victory Focus on the pain, the bloodbath beautiful Choked up mundane, trapped in a cubicle Sick of my job, sick of my life So I quit both, now I'm just sick on the mic Sickly precise - skashi cho ti hochish Gavnom a zabotchin, ya visha, ya lochik [Choir] Nas nilza pabidit Our Victory! Nas nilza pabidit Our Victory! Nas nilza pabidit Our Victory! Nas nilza pabidit Our Victory! [Vast Aire] I got a flow that you got to rewind, I don't gotta be kind I'll just break your spine, now you got Egor's back Put him in the dungeon, and he'll die like that And that's that (that's that) I don't gotta talk long You move first and you move wrong You see I mastered my breath like laserbeak When he exits the chest (yeah!) Your soul will exit the flesh, and I'm here to cremate you Until there's nothing left You should have just watched your step Now your ankle's broke, and your leg got sweat You could hate cuz my style's def I k** with notes and ba** clefs He died such a sad d**h, and I ain't even bite his face yet I push wigs back with Gilette (uh-huh!), and all you had to do was watch my set If Vast is on the mic, you know it's a hit, you know it's the sh** You know it's equipped, with cargo, weapons I borrow You better aim good, or there's no tomorrow You would be quiet, if you knew what I know [Choir] Nas nilza pabidit Our Victory! Nas nilza pabidit Our Victory! Nas nilza pabidit Our Victory! Nas nilza pabidit Our Victory!