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vic spencer – talk, pt. 2 lyrics

[verse 1]
uh
talking to this mic help (yes)
woke up from a dream that my wife left (d+mn)
get on instagram and swipe left to death
the mic never runs out of breath
the world is a toy or a tool
every individual gets to choose
i make up my third option
you living in a fly society where we into bird chopping
we copping green like i cop kicks
unexpected like when birds drop sh+t
i’m fly dog [?]
unhealthy like jogging with chips
should have knocked harder when the f+cking door was clipped
n+ggas watch me more than b+tches
i don’t watch tv so if it’s beef then it’s more than stitches
rappers gotta learn to speak to the mic
before they rant and rave about somebody’s life
[chorus]
tried to talk myself out the situation
but all that led to was big hating, sh+t
i even tried to talk to my wife
but that sh+t didn’t work so i talk to this mic, f+ck
i gotta make me some moves
i can’t talk to you, i talk to the booth
talk to the keys, talk to snares, talk to the bass
sh+t ain’t fair when it smack you in your face
sh+t

[verse 2]
chicago is a hating city so it raised me gritty
and all the thot hoes ain’t pretty (baby)
compared to other towns this a lame city
but for the right people
at the last minute the pain in my got me healing fast
make me wanna cop the henny fast
[?]
i take everlasting jabs
the moment of truth
you try to play it’s the omen of youth
and you and the coma cahoots
[?] the pursuit
since i can’t talk to the human race
you say nothing after i ask “what you do today?”
music lay down on food like a plate
they always distracted with a phone in their face
sh+t, i should smack it out of your hands
blam your fam, smack you back inside of your dad’s plan
to get your momma popped off by f+cking her raw
you talk more out your ass than your jaw
[chorus]
tried to talk myself out the situation
but all that led to was big hating, sh+t
i even tried to talk to my wife
but that sh+t didn’t work so i talk to this mic, f+ck
i gotta make me some moves
i can’t talk to you, i talk to the booth
talk to the keys, talk to snares, talk to the bass
sh+t ain’t fair when it smack you in your face
sh+t

[verse 3]
no more talk, i’m all action
rapping, it’s the only way i talk to people
all humans on the earth, well i don’t walk with people (naw)
it’s not my fault i’m evil (mmm)
n+ggas tried to slander my name
make a mother f+cker lie me pull out cannon and game
(hey where that victor?)
nev+uary (naw)
n+ggas said they k!lled me and we still ain’t seen the obituary
everything is awkward again
all because of how i talk with this pen, mother f+cker
me and pen and pad been having s+x lately (yeah)
no prophylactics going crazy
[outro]
f+cking snapping man
i don’t need to talk to people
what do people do for you, huh?
i know what this mic do for me
it do a lot man
n+ggas yap about vic spencer all f+cking day n+gga
what the f+ck does that do for you my n+gga
huh
are you f+cking crazy?

- vic spencer lyrics

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