MC's fall back   Cause Vik in your ear with the whole ball of wax   Call or fax for the freshest rhyme delivery   Or takeout, for the fake-you-out ballers in the industry   Boss with the Lee jeans, bad man, you know B   They say he's a cross between Adnan Khashoggi   and Sho Kosugi, he said your chain is sure dookie   The piece is like a mystery entity, ill spooky   What's its worth? A gun or a knife slice   Catch a bus once or twice or run for your life price   An arm and a leg, the led is ghetto red hot   Calm 'til we fled the spot or leg arm head shot      You on the battlefield with lyrical militants   that know he feelin bent when he see lil' pink elephants   And never forget, to memorize the elements   Keep the mic sterilized, terrorize your eloquence   of mellow eyelids, tell no lies kids   to these guys askin what's the shelltoe size is   Shields up dum dum, where we come from   we thump it out for fun, and that's no conundrum   Pick a bone goon, it's me with the sicker known showtunes   On a full moon, lick your old wounds   Lighten up the stratosphere, shootin slugs   His name was {nkarest?} Vladimir Putin    His matted hair was too thin to cut into a gumby   Nuttin to V, he feel his bum knee   It's about to rain, there goes my two-way   Out of range, it's a strange new day, touche   It's all good like down home cookin   He left with the crown on his dome and kept bookin his men run Crooklyn keep 1 in 10 hons hookin, no offense, none tooken   It's more funner than lookin   The pound of war drum had your poor son shooken   Sometimes he feel he need to stop juxin   Then he say "NAH" with a real sly crook grin   Vik's style of rhyme will bug out Joe Sixpack   Slick while all the time he dug out yo' chick's back   She wore a thong in her youth   These days she's a bit long in the tooth      Just chewin on the titty fat   Pursuin the kitty cat, droolin on her pretty hat   Playing pool and pitty pat, stay in school   Kiddies, brats, instead of spring tools and shitty gats   Layin cool, where they at?   Same jewels as silly rats rulin with gritty stacks   Coolin where the cliques be at   It's no time for chitty chat, fool V pity that   Follow your instincts   I told her time and time again not to swallow pink drinks   I guess it's just how the hollow link clinks   V, the fink who made the chink in the mink wink   They say he need a shrink   On the brink to pipe it when her sink made a stinky stink   Instead he asked her for some paper and some ink   Coulda flipped it longer 'cept the beat was rather rinky-dink   Still workin out the kinks   Everytime he thinks his third eye blinks   It must be in your blood like zinc   Glassy-eyed V put your CD on jinx