Lyrics The Creed - Vakill, Memorizer

The Creed

I granted my neighborhood immunity
During the Rodney King riots when niggas burnt down and looted they’re
communities
Instead I pulled bricks from the walls of my imagination and threw 'em
Through the window of opportunity
Every studio date booked is a date closer to death procession
We in overtime with 0.6 seconds left, possession
Still life’s depth perception begins at the rectum
So I’m defecating from opposite ends of the spectrum
So, take these gems and stick 'em in y’all (?)
My definition of on-point affect hemophiliacs and virgins all in the same
Manner, one prick and it’s all over
And you can lick the gun clips
But it’s a sin to wet me like nun clits
None spit, with my ferocity
I over shadow passion
Take my brain off safety and watch my Eydeas drop Shells in Blaze Battle fashion
«Yo, the spotlight is mine!»
(sampled from Big L — Flamboyant)
«So betta get the name right»
«V to the Izzay» (sampled from Jay-Z — H to the Izzo)
«I only want to build wit skill»
«That's what I consider real…» (sampled from O.C. — Time's Up)
There’s more to Va than sick rhymes invented
I gas hoes with lines demented
At times I’m timid cause
When niggas talk dirty to women
That’s sexual harassment
But when women talk dirty to niggas it’s $ 5.99 a minute
And it’s an ongoing living feud
The sisters driven, fueled by maxing credit cards and getting jewels
And we motivated by getting screwed
And running up in bitches ribs like Adam in the Indian-giving mood
And we all getting (?);
shit, if I was Adam
Eve would have to count my ribs every night to see if I tricked off
Please — hoes is like tornadoes
They scream when they come/cum, and take everything when they leave
I give a bitch a warm reception instead of fur
Should the crazy notion of marriage in my head occur
And lawfully wedded her
It’s all good, WIFE’s an acronym for Wash, Iron, Fuck, Etcetera
«Yo, the spotlight is mine!»
(sampled from Big L — Flamboyant)
«So betta get the name right»
«V to the Izzay» (sampled from Jay-Z — H to the Izzo)
…scratches and sampling of «uh-huh» and «alright»…
«I only want to build wit skill»
«That's what I consider real, in this field of music» (sampled from O.C.
— Time's Up)
I surgically carved my niche in the face of adversity
Till it cursedly inherit Jack-O-Lantern's like scars irreversible
Chicago only get dispersed
Cuz most of us that successfully get our foot in first
Close doors on those that put in work
And I can count on one hand, how many succeed in this occupation
Out of a city with a two million nine-hundred and seventy-seven plus population
Not including fertilized eggs and ovulation from copulation self-mission
One reason why the presence of a Vakill and Juice album waits on a record store
shelf missing
Thought you knew, niggas here blow-up and move out-of-state
Fuck the share-the-wealth vision
Blow up or not, I’ll never sever my block ties
My determination’s magnified 800 times over, watch my stock rise
I’m so against the grain, when I’m dropping shit my toilets flush clockwise