I’m like a glitch within your system never to be traced / I’ll replace the factors bringing the wackiness to a game I plan to deface / evasive with the wordplay over this shit that VTZ laced / thus I’ll be down to die for what I spit and rise in 3 days / and yo passion is real and yo the music is massive / smashing atoms to ration and striking like an assassin / ugh / igniting the fires from the mountains to the valleys / from Heaven down to the Gates of Hell where the angels dwell in killa Cali / rally round the home team, scream for revolution / mash the catechism obscene, I’m running with a mob scene for retribution / tell your friends that VITAL’s calling / with the kind of lyrics felt like bullets in your spinal column / picture this indigenous twist of faith in the face of the truth that we showing off like an exhibitionist / and lift your fist in the midst of wickedness till we diminish it / throwing your voice against the system like rebel ventriloquists if we’re pissed /

We coming round baby with all guns blazing / we making a change and fighting off enslavement / VITAL Emcee is a movement / moving through all the fools in your crew till they bruising on the pavement / We coming round baby with all guns blazing / we making a change and shaking up the game with / a little bit of a school for breaking rules that apply to the truth and it’s proof that we can blaze them /

My mental tapestry can eclipse the moon and sun / in minuet and trio triumph, descended effluvium / rudimentary coup de grace, watch the hostages truly run / parallel to asbestos, my essence collapses lungs / breathless and well fed / VITAL Emcee stricken as hell sent / reveal the ark of the covenant melted, huh / order ordained, sentence the semblance in stone / beyond emcees and microphones / beyond DJs and acetate / beyond the chromosomes and DNA / my métier ferociously vamped stamps the CD playing / amps, graffiti spraying, the layman lingers / my words is reputable as the leper with the most fingers / yeah / so what’s the count, mic check the west nile / infection like sig hail casted into exile / government officials spreading the venom of reptiles / and the style infatuates me with darkness like aliens and x files /

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So another day in the life I’m forced to add / a name to the list of everybody that can kiss my ass / virus through your hard disk and systems crash / straight dire straits playing Iron Maiden in the dash / like seventh son of a seventh son with a better blade / nephilim serenade / transparent third eye barricade / hair of the dog and some pepper spray / so you can bring the beef because I got your fucking marinade / heeded beastial seeds heated to CDs / mp3s decrease degrees and freeze heebie jeebies / temperature spike thermostat so homie snack on your Wheaties/ cc’d to everybody locked inside these industry meetings / without me, about me—I’m bigger than So Cal / dragging both balls across the ground for the showdown / N’awlins to Oaktown, this how it goes down / and I’m coming full circle so respect or get broke down /