(Verse 1) – Vic Vega
This is the portrait of a masterpiece, made by “Me, Myself and I”
And where I’m coming from is Lake C-I-T-Y
Come and take a ride, homie – let’s begin
I’m rolling too deep like a motherf#ckin’ Mexican
Notice these flows are pure raw like cinnamon
My rhymes are so cold like the temperature’s in Switzerland
Striking back on my foes like Black Panther
Show the whole world my point of view likе propagandas
Going out like Scarface, Al Pacino
Boogie down Bronx, running clubs likе I’m Tito
This is Lake City, Vic Vega’s your protagonist
Main character, wrecking mics when I manifest
Rappers scared of me, they start sh#tting in their diapers
Bad influence on the children like I’m Cypher
The rap game ain’t easy, these fools wanna deceive me
Every m#th*rf#ck*r in this league, they wanna be me
I lived throughout my life known as the hard knocks
Since I’ve dropped out of college, I started slanging rocks
In my poetry of power – expressing this pain
That’s going on my mind for years and I’m not feeling the same
Looking out for better days, but I’m still not making progress
I’m tryna define this rapping topic
Too many haters look at me as an open target
Because you know that I always remain the hardest
These haters only see me as a threat
You deserve to get shanked in your f#cking neck
p#ss# b#tches like you ain’t even relevant
While I’m hopping on the mic and spit intelligent
Then you b#tches, always giving me a hard time
f#ck a job that requires permant part time
A lot of frustrations been going on
I choose to pick this topic for my song, I’m still the man
People seem shook to always diss this rap phenomenon
Ever seen a midget walk around like a Leprechaun
Dance like an Irishman, looking kinda feminine
Stealing rappers bars that’s been belonging to an M&M
Uploading album covers that ain’t really yours
For SoundCloud, you ain’t sharping up your metaphors
Correctly, deep down I am silent but deadly
Dissing me for clout while they’re digging through my medleys
Your technique’s so flamboyant
And when you see me walk around, your silly #ss gets disappointed
Talking to your classmates without me even knowing
Saying bad things behind my back cause you disowned me
Sold me down the river, embracing the fog
You got a shitty grin looking like Dimitri Rascalov
Confronted you like a boss, you’ll get physical
Cause deep down, your persona’s egotistical
Knowing that your shitty answer back is a joke
You don’t want the smoke, you gone end up getting choked
So don’t try and fight back because your poems are wack
You gone f#ck around and catch an asthma attack
Changing that wack style of yours cause you flip the script
You’re the definition of a grade “A” hypocrite
So I’mma say “see ya” cause I will never be ya
And always remember: don’t trust no Libra
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ᐯic ᐯega Lyrics – You Don’t Want The Smoke