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V-TEC://This shit right here , it is fire, fire, ya ready, let's go , yeah!! when i write my lines i look through my mind n tryda find some exclusive rhymes, some abusive kind so when u hear it u will loose ur mind, who's the fine cool rapper that attracts the hoe's n u should know. even tho he use acid pro, v-tec gonna soon make massive doe, and thats for show, im known to have gadgets load, but if a nigga wana squat then i'll crack his nose, cap the bro from the back watch his back explode, u dont kno but u say know, so here it goes my blade is expose wat chu gonna do pray for po? and if the pigs dont come then the players fold, t gauge yeah we spraying low, we aint saying it we spraying it we spraying the flow, like ak's or just spraying the four so ya stay on the floor cus v-tec aint playing no more, no more games, snitchers say no more name and if ur range get's top then theres no more fame and if ur weed get's snatch then theres no more lane, either way shit's gonna happen all the same..
CHORUS: X's 2 // it's happen to me b4,, this weird thing wat is it call, yo is it writers block, yo is it writersblock yo yo writers block yo yo writersblock //
V-TEC"" //i'll stab and shoot, a nigga just to grab his loot, u underground rappers ya look like fags in booths u lads use mags and news, wack krews trying da be absolute and wack dudes who act like fruits , yeah my rap is smooth , i'll come through n crack ur tooth, with punch lines the size of nuc's yeah ur mind is loose, ryhmes that i use gives me an extra boost, dont let ur next move leave u laying next to proof, my spit gets complex when i inject the juice, mys (mystery)raps about everything except the truth v-tec gonna eject the newbs im the type that always win i cant except to lose a night wolf i cant accept to snooze, cus guess who's snooping around wit uzi's in both hands, tec fresh and thrill with multiville wrist band, and plus 1 glance will kill six of your mans were sicker then jacky chann with chop sticks in his hands v-fizzle got multies thicker then quick sand and i'll make ya mans dance as if they were lit ants with my scriptz man i can grab a quick grand cus this the type of shit that makes me a rich man, yes mam i am from this land, the hit man, in a white van is chris, pham, shit damn! i am under attack, n it's coming from up under the hat, plus it's making me unable to rap guess wat it is, it's writersblock is writers block! u better beware of the writersblock, and if u catch the writersblock u cant write alot , u might get hot and besides u might forgot u might get stop by pot! u might get shot down!..
