Real Spit -- THE LOUNGE OF VERBAL VENGENCE

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Date Posted: 07:55:44 10/21/12 Sun
Author: Vice Verser
Subject: Real Spit

Can't take my foot off the gas until I get there
Can't tell the phonies from the ones being sincere
With knives in my back staring at a smiling face
Getting sick of lining up single-file everyday
Staring off in space, my mind's in another place
How'd I make it this far?, could only be God's grace
So many false prophets leading this lost flock
All the drama's got me digging in a Newport box
Should I resort to violence cause this sport is tiring
Enemies got me in the crosshair and they're firing
but it's far from over, my soul's not expiring
Get my strength from the grinders, I admire them
Keep my eyes on the prize when the lights get dim
Check the polls, I've been voted most likely to win
With my head held high and the slyest little grin
You could try to bring me down but your chances are slim
Haters sip haterade, my approach is more loving
Betting with smart money, politic with born stunners
A fighter and a lover so there's no love lost
Spying the victim with my O.J. gloves on
If it doesn't fit you must acquit
Call it a technicality, I call it real spit

Here we go again throwing caution to the wind
Cheering for the underdog, I'm going out on a limb
Living in sin but I'm not a bad guy
Life's a bitch then you die, no need to ask why

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