V.I.KING

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Welcome to the recorded repentance of an eccentric
Splendid flows, delivery stupendous -
No matter where I send it
Whenever I'm defensive I leave the opposition offended
Talkin' greens on other sides of fences
We are blinded by our five lit, senses
Tryin' to drive this hive brain, Demented
Well I stay dazed as.... Hendrix
If anyone came in this bitch and left Rich
You can bet it
Means A King was once a peasant Who forgot his Essence
Beheaded his brethren, At the entrance
If I speak my authentics,
You can bet they'll try
Try to hand me a sentence For every sentence
But they can give me a handy And try not to bend it
You pretentious friendship cunts never been In the front of the trenches
Yah they conspire, yet
I will never be the kind of liar that Ken is
Oh, How on fire my pen is,
Relentless mentions of those who left me dented,
No matter how close or far the intentions
I'm only paying my heart attention..
And heart and hip hop
Go hand in hand, SLAM!
The brand is not of your standard man
Could hit em up rampid an,
I advance the jam
Damn, Lifted raise that stamp of approval,
While I'm so overdue yall
Like 22 years past date of renewal
No wasted fuel,
On a case by case basis
I never really played the fool
But probably never should have stayed in school
Couldn't be indoctrinated into their office ways with
Cops an statements
An somehow even those pigs they knew,
That I was too smart for my delinquent crew,
Had better friends in my pen, and the ink it drew,
Never had a moment to think this through
I was thrown into the mix on the brink of school,
Then tossed to the work force, another lost work horse,
Helped make many homes, but none of em built for us
BC dreaming of owning' a ceiling' in the forest
Nothing enormous,
Just something I can afford for my son is important
A little fortress for the fam with some lamps on the porches
Maybe a moat that let no wildfire torch it
No corporate porsches, just
My dewd playn', doin' chores an
Gorgeous with reigns on her horses
As dad blaze a fat haze sac that baptize the Norse's
And raise one up high for the Northerns
Here to enforce it
Until the world run low on corpses
What begun young Jordan was raised by Lifted torches
To become what some would say is
Repentance recorded.

Call me a Viking
Or a V.I. King
Striking
Every beat I sing
From the wilds of Van isle-
Fresh meat I bring
For my Vintage V.I. Kingz

Styles
From the wild
From the bears
To the trout
From the eagles
To the hip hop
To the seagulls
We call em shit hawks

F*ck with me because im stylin on the island (illusion island)
F*ck with me because I'm Stylin' like a V.I. King

Ain't a science To being defiant
F*ck compliance with tyrants
Reliance on Tech got us selfish
You losing respect and choosing neglect of your daily properties
And can't even understand complexity that is stated obviously
Not said out of context, please
Plain to see that we Are in a mental poverty
We think we are some sorta sovereign beasts
But we can never be,
As long as some sorta crooked entity trys to govern me,
Our entire society Be Reliant On these highs And we,
All need recovery, we
We Need basic necessities
Not aggressive police
And politicians playin' games with ineffective cheats
Who the fk is really listenin' to your misdirected speech, Speech
was supposed to be free
Now controlled by greed,
An They upping every fee,
Especially, my families feed,
Damn it be, vanity, the villainous fantasy,
The trillions spent on a crammed city,
While the woods get smaller
An hoods start breaking down without no good installers,
Its like we shouldn't bother
Our future is forever payin' for the sins of our fathers,
So we still stuck with these fukin corrupt ships in our waters,
Gotta merchandize
til it hurt the eyes,
an every purchase gets harder til you too nervous to barter,
What's the purpose of being larger
If you too big to be seeing, the seeding, the farmers,
The weather reeling, a harmed earth bleeding,
Too far gone for healing,
But with all these fkn bunkers built by filthy rich
Aint nothin to wonder, the world is about to be filled with shit,
Got no time for no guilt trip,
I'll follow the laws when no cawps kill kids,
What our parents instilled in, our minds is some bullshit,
Outta be considered a bitterness crime that they even told it
But they just created chaos an made their kids the culprits
Its like a cop who pulls a 1-8-7 just so he can solve it
Our system is a sham, embarrassed grandparents are the ones who make our plans?
An ol' pops is,
Gonna do anything to stay in office,
Even if it comes to losses he too stubborn to process,
Get burned, and he still in the chair an all when they toss it,
These bosses make terrible hostages,
They always end up with barrels blown cross their wigs,
Denial there's no profit in
So why you smilin'? Stop it then,
Ya breathin' all our oxygen
Your time will soon be up, you fucks,
You cannot fight the clock within

Call me a Viking
Or a V.I. King
Striking
Every beat I sing
From the wilds of Van isle-
Fresh meat I bring
For my Vintage V.I. Kingz

Styles
From the wild
From the bears
To the trout
From the eagles
To the hip hop
To the seagulls
We call em shit hawks

F*ck with me because im stylin on the island (illusion island)
F*ck with me because I'm Stylin' like a V.I. King

Yah, I'm stylin' like a Van Isle King

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