First Aid Kit lyrics

by

Vic Spencer


FIRST AID KIT
[Intro]
Vic Spencer
sh*t
Uh
Damn
Mother f*ckers will never guess who did this sh*t
(Tony Bangs)
That’s right

[Verse 1: Vic Spencer]
You will never get it
Handle my business out of bounders pay a visit
Witness some sh*t that you once had doubt about
And crowd around a n*gga
That Chicago gave the crown to after the title bout
n*ggas f*ck with me and see the real talent
And the rest of y’all n*ggas against me is not a challenge
Balance the whole game off one finger, smoke still linger
I’m coming through the window, they thought I was a bellringer
Magical bars, sh*t’s amazing
Spit on a blind n*gga, then tell him that it’s raining
You a suburbanite, I’m so ill I’d curve a dyke
Left out the booth [?] cobra bites (Ouch)
Body the sample, body the beat
Body the snare, it’s right there all shot up in the street
Hop on the track like a splish-splash creature
I’m never half-assing, I’m an assassin on the beaches
n*ggas ansy taking chances for granted
God planted the globe in front of me
I slapped water single-handed
n*ggas have to shoot at my wavy attributes
Now all the snaggle-toothed hypes start to laugh at you
Nowadays n*ggas see me in the sky
Your career I’m blind to and I’m appeasing to the eye
It’s the blind leading the blind to a cliff
And when they all fall off guess who won’t say sh*t
The n*gga that’s speaking right now
Come through reeking of loud now shut your mouth
I’m out south getting head from a ho from out west
She nod her head to my sh*t that ain’t out yet
Call the sh*t the mouth test
Funny and witty, got n*ggas saying they coming to get me
I’m ‘bout to get on so you n*ggas better take it quickly
Mother f*ckers know I’m not a gimmick
And when n*ggas listen to my sh*t they forget about their spirit
The rap game is a lying affair
That sh*t make n*ggas put dye in their hair
I don’t give a f*ck, call it a sneak diss
At least I don’t look like I’m about to attend a gay freaknik
Hella dresses on men in the area
I swear this rap game’s kinda scary bro what the fu-
[Outro]
sh*t
I’m still trying though
Know what I’m saying
I learned to meditate
Try to cool the f*ck out
So much much f*cking coonery bullsh*t going on
n*ggas is getting controlled by the white folks once again
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