Bet Backroom Freestyle Lyrics - Singles - Vic Mensa

[Intro: Stefan Ponce] 

Yo, I'm Stefan Ponce 

You in the backroom with Vic Mensa 

Haha Rap City 

[Verse 1: Vic Mensa] 

INNANET 

This is another one to compare me to 

Before you side by side in that head-on collision 

Feel the impact like a flat-bed to a caribou 

My dear, you're roadkill 

I'm cold-blooded, Mike Tyson can't hit me, I'm Holyfield, oh 

Pee on your Q&A, fuck your questions, fuck suggestions 

I don't need help, fuck your 

Chain, tuck your chest in 

Sink your 

Bones in the ocean, choke, you under pressure 

G snatch your strap, let you buyback your gun collection 

Shoot it in your 

Vein, deadlier than a blood infection 

Contractually contracting me would have to be dumb high 

Blow the blessing permanently in the smoking section 

Hold your 

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Breath in, kid, know your lines 'fore you overstep 'em 

Hmm...I let you scheme on a rhyme scheme 

Wet your 'sace shirt, get your blood-stains dry-cleaned 

Pokin' the industry without a Jimmy Iovine 

I'm going raw, you could feel it like a pill thats spoon-crushed 

Melt on your gums like ice cream 

I'm type O, anyone could get it if you with it, wilt with the pipe dreams 

They say the INNANET got the Internet tweakin' 

You twit con, comicon commenters deleted 

I see your weakness, achilles heel in your feet its orthopedic 

I'm bulimic I can't stomach your image I make you eat it 

Yack and feed it back, salty season 

UV me need sunscreen, tone hardly even 

Obviously it's a problem if you questioning if I'm the answer, run and play 

Dog I'm in the field like a summer dance 

The son of Sampson, dread head fooly in the dark 

Catch a clip, it could really be a movie in the park 

I'm psycho how I hitchcock the automatic rifle 

Just so you don't get the wrong message like a typo 

I might not sign no deal unless they up a mill 

And multiply it by a few, forreal 

Fuck all the glamors and glitz, I plan to get rich 

I'm from Chicago, but never been a fan of your platinum hits 

I could care less than a high school lunch lady with her hair net 

Teared up puttin' pubes in your pear cup 

Yo, the young blood bleed bluer than Ivy 

If Lil Wayne came and kidnapped her out her high seat 

Pass the baby to Baby to change the diapy 

While Jay-Z chase her down on a Samsung Galaxy 

Hi C, orange soda sippin' old Corolla whippin' 

Treat your chick tonsil like a orphanage to hold my kids in 

Raah raah like a dungeon dragon 

Son, change your little hustle 'cause your funds is lackin' 

See, my pockets empty, my nerves antsy don't try to tempt me 

I set fire to Fort Knox to foreclose Daddy Warbucks for the war on drugs 

If you hatin', you stab yourself in the foot 

Split your soul like a horcrux 

I could board a flight just to change the seasons overnight 

You boys bark ain't known to bite 

My niggas'll run in your crib, flood your basement, leave you leakin' like a broken pipe 

Poke your wife on the table like salt, pork, and rice 

I never swipe my Chase card, everything paid for 

Your petty funding from your little label 

I need the hotel, the flight, the car, the room service 

The check on the PJ in the jet with the fuel burnin' 

Gas in the rental with my bitch with the wheels turnin' 

Spinnin' like Sprewell, if you want it come and prove to me 

This is a message for anybody who listenin' 

I'm Vic Mensa, pay your toll and pay attention 

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