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• Artiste: Little Vic
• Titre: The Exorcist (LP Version)
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Some for the content, all for delivery Pick apart a rapper Vic'll heart attack'em visibly Serious as serious does, collect the wisdom Rushed over to Premier for the Exorcism Speak your mind, if it gets too scientific I'm a flying discus over ya hat, an' iron fist to colab' The kind of fix only to keep 'em coming back slammin the MP will have 'em comin at, yeah They wanna know whatchya name, where ya come from What's the game plan, same path for the lump sum drink ya Long Island, gunnin' for the mass appeal big sword, only half a shield catch ya Vic arise wit'out breakin stride without miss or taken lies see I did it for years & years, keep a place inside To the game that ya'll patronize Who ya facin? I, V-I-C, mindstate blown apart My pen hits the canvas to brandish you open hearts Still we building, keep the streets lateral Prem' brought it outta me, now I'll bring it outta you the exorcist... [Primo] scratches: "It's the real ill microphone inventor!" "Pass me the mic, guaranteed I'll rock it." Uh, I pay the charge like I'm Tony Ducks, it's only us The power, the dollar, what holds me up Like a coward's revolver you fold under pressure Marciano punch-lines I throw in ta test ya chin Waiting ta be blessed again The exorcist melt tracks down & necks'll spin, uh why you flow so fly, show both sides disrespectin' the game and I don't - know - why Somethin' you don't wanna battle with niggaz on the hackler shit, changin the rules I'm the catalyst whose embarassment kick a rhyme for us I do it for gun, hooptys '89 Taurus There you go, here I come, feared by some Spittin fire, sear my tongue, hit by drunk Like I haven't hit puberty, how clear I come the Radicals, Little Vic, Primo, draw it outta you The Exorcist [Primo] scratches: "It's the real ill microphone inventor!" "Pass me the mic, guaranteed I'll rock it." Lord, Jesus save us from the fires of hell Save us from all our desires as well Cause I ain't tryin' ta get popped or die in a cell I'm not tryin ta keep options for clentel 'cause these streets kept me locked without applyin help Youngens lookin up to me I'm, I rock Orion's Belt They said the psycho's diary might inspire me He use his own sick words to fight anxiety, yeah But you have no clue what it's like inside of me Lookin for a way out an' it's frightenin, I agree Come one, come all flood the battle cruise Prem' brought it outta me now I'll bring it outta you The Exorcist... [Primo] scratches: "It's the real ill microphone inventor!" "Pass me the mic, guaranteed I'll rock it."