V.I.KING

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 Fuck with me because im stylin on the island (illusion island) Fuck with me because I'm Stylin' like a V.I. King Ain't a science To being defiant Fuck 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 Fuck with me because im stylin on the island (illusion island) Fuck with me because I'm Stylin' like a V.I. King Yah, I'm stylin' like a Van Isle King