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ᐯic ᐯega — Practice What You Preach
Artist: → ᐯic ᐯega
ᐯic ᐯega — Practice What You Preach — lyrics
(Verse 1) — Vic Vega
You seem like a nice guy, but deep down you’re just a phony
You talk behind my back, but you don’t even know me
Thinking you’re a friend — just because I’m getting famous
Plus, your woman got my songs on her playlist
Listening to my shit all the way to the bank
And if she’s acting silly, then she’s gonna get spanked
You’re just a pain in the anus
If you ain’t got nothing nice to say to my face, then don’t say it
Claiming that you got yourself a record deal
You’ll do anything in this game to get mass appeal
So many people in this world aren’t even friends
But fake friеnds will always lose in the end
Thеy only care about money and popularity
Don’t even talk to me with that shitty personality
All you ever do is throw a tantrum
Cause when you get pissed off, you let off your Loose Cannon
(Verse 2) — Vic Vega
I remember back then, people used to make fun of me
Knowing what you did in the past was pure fuckery
Now I’m getting love and support by everybody
Playing my songs as I cold rock the party
Getting love onstage, girls yelling my name
Brothers vibing to my music, now I’m getting all the fame
So I’mma keep going with the flow and so you know
And like my homie Rakim, boy. I ain’t no joke, fool
(Verse 3)
I murder MC’s in this world who’s ambiguous
Stabbed me in the back with a blade, that shit’s treacherous
When I set it off, I turn this beat to an apocalypse
A killing spree machine, I’ll snatch that tongue out your esophagus
Stepping in the booth, bringing out the ammunition
Now I’m murdering your style with one verse and that’s a lesson
Now I want to get revenge on all you self-centered mockeries
This is what you get for tryna sabotage a prodigy
How shall I continue with this shit, I’m never panicking
The music industry is always filled with these shenanigans
Murdering these rappers in a song with a passion
Cause I’m a cold blooded microphone rap assassin, BLAOW!
Vic Vega is a microphone terrorist
Everything I’ve done, it makes me a revolutionist
You know there’s more to life than just an ordinary battling
I’m sick of all you petty minded faggots always babbling
Rapping in this cypher as the track explodes
Bulletholes ringing through when I release my deadly blow and reload
I’m eating all these rappers on the mic like a cannibal
The main character in this film like I’m Hannibal
How dare you try to come and test this Lake City Veteran
Every word I spit is coming straight from my adrenaline
I’m more scarier than just a bullied school shooter
Giving you alot of nightmares than Freddy Krueger
People start to run when they hear the gunfire
Ricocheting through the hall, I’m here to crush your whole empire
Cause people know my verse is ruthless
Now I’m making all you faggots walk into your final execution
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