VECT - 4 The 2 Faced (feat. Sicktanick & Razakel AKA Team Death)

I may have serpent eyes, but I'm no snake
You and I aren't the same 'cause I don't play your games
For the liars and snitches, the fakes and the bitches
Go ahead and keep hating while we gonna keep it wicked

I look around me, I'll tell you what I see
A buncha people claimin' underground but don't support that scene
Everybody's got a ego, everybody thinks they're better
And trying to band together's like a storm after Comm Weather
But now all these 2 faced fucks are tryna hop on the next hot thing and ride nuts
It makes me sick to my guts, last year ya hated us now ya want a contract, what?
I don't think so, your flow's feeble
You try to claim wicked but your rhymes aren't evil
Stick to hip-hop and the backpack garbage
While I'm all original and my flows are flawless
I saw this coming when I had the old camp
That's why the old camp's living off food stamps
And my label is a wicked shit bootcamp
That's why our flows are hot and at best your flows are damp

Whatever possesses you to run your mouth
You better find out what it is and track it down
Sooner or later all liars get unmasked
And all your fictional stories get shoved up your ass
Don't act like you got the right to start problems
Don't be playin' that crap like you're a victim or martyr so get smarter
Or things for you will only get harder
I got no 2nd thoughts about clobberin' these shit-starters
In the beginning I listened to ya 'cause ya earned my trust
But you were straight frontin' on me, so get fucked!
I been dealin' with your kind for years and years
Shameless piece of shit, you can't see it clear
If ya don't like me just say so and stay away
Otherwise I'll be quick to fuck up your face
Just say something to me straight and it'll all end
It'd be a different story if you spoke, BUT YOU'RE A BITCH!

Eeni meanie minie moe
All I see are fake-ass hos
Everywhere I fuckin' go they play it off like I don't know
You bitches think you're really that gifted?
You really think I can't see through the fakeness?
You got it twisted 'cause I seen it all
I look down upon the weak because they always fall
Deep, down, nowhere to be found
Knocked off the fuckin' map and even off the underground
But keep trying though, with your whack-ass shows
While I'm bouncin' state to state for all the real 1's that know
That we reppin' this wicked underground bitch
You're either with or against, learn to like it bitch
You're used up from being my whore anyway
Stay stuck in your rut 'cause I'm busy getting paid, ha!

Written by:
Pantera Puglisi

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