Vents - Regardless lyrics

[Chorus (Sampled)] "I'ma spit the—I'ma spit the— I'ma spit the raw sh**, regardless" "I'ma spit the—I'ma spit the— I'ma spit the raw sh**, regardless" "I'ma spit the—I'ma spit the— I'ma spit the raw sh**, regardless" [Verse 1: K21] Slow down K you're k**in' 'em Sooks stay upset 'cause they won't make a million Ignorant I bring it your face with the villain on a Backyard banger to blow your brains to oblivion K's the gorilla that you face in the mirror when You're stranded and helpless faithless and withering Lock your doors hide ya wife, prey to mirror invisi-men Last supper; war is what you'll taste till the bitter end Now I was sitting on the corner acting dangerous Whoa, wait, wait, wait, wait, let me do that again I was sitting on the corner just minding my own business Blacking out growling thinking why I the insti— Gator every a private eye could witness Every wrong I've done sheeeet I should write a hit list I'm the reason why generation z spit bars Serial k**er like Quistgard, when I zip past I hit hard, stealing all the change out your tip jar Hip flask warrior who's known to make the kit blast Bring harm, born for the drama, war for the artists 'Cause I'ma spit the raw sh** regardless [Chorus (Sampled)] "I'ma spit the—I'ma spit the— I'ma spit the raw sh**, regardless" "I'ma spit the—I'ma spit the— I'ma spit the raw sh**, regardless" [Verse 2: Vents] You might as well raise hell while you're here So cheer for the jolly good fellow Probably look mellow, never actin' Hollywood fingerprints yellow Fiend for the nicotine, blowin' out an elbow of ganja Just another page in the saga I burn while I brace for departure Boss like Tanaka, studying the ways of the master Contemplate life or you're left with disaster You pusti malaka, vents like Chaka Demus Write rhymes like a f**in' genius I'm like the backbone of the rebel alliance Every sixteen bar verse spellin' defiance Shred the mike so tight you could tell it's a science Plant the seed in the earth and I'm spreading the virus Spread love in a form that you motherf**ers bound to love We so bad like the Power Glove [Verse 3: K21] I'm a loud mouth southbound stig of the dump Roundhouse knock em out sound sh** on you punks It's time eat motherf**er better give me the fud Spit on the dust, bringing the smut the king of the chumps Emerald team leader, puffin on sweet sheesha Soylent green eater while holding a meat cleaver 40 degree fever, nobody who speaks meaner Then me and vesa make heaters on the scene nobody seen us The knife in the dark, life in the fast lane Smell the blood of the living this night is my last Only f**ing with it if the beat type is bizarre And if it ain't one of mine time to heist like luthansa Off to espanya attitude cicilliana Mary abused me but nowadays spirits hits me harder I'ma get retarded going hard until I hit the gutter Until I'm losing my sh** bananas then in I'm nirvana