ONE MAN ARMY (explicit version)

                       
Bonez (aka DVS)

Lyrics

- HOOK -
I wasn't born in the projects, and I wasn't raised by no gangstaz/
Neva took no bullets but fuck it! U can call me crazy, but I'm thankful/
No, I don't act like I'm black! And I don't pretend like I'm white!/
I don't even call myself Hispanic dick! I'm just Henry a-ight?/
but you can call me DVS when you hear me bangin' through your speakers/
and I can school you on the mic, so homie don't make me have to teach you/
I've been in this rap game long enough/ to see through a phony and call his bluff/
so you wannabe thugs got ballz and nuts/ I'm about to show you all wuzup/

- VERSE 1 -
the High School graduate & University no-show/
cuz my ass was too busy lookin' for beatz for this dope flow/
got a sick ass crew, but I was born to go solo/
and so u don't miss my fuckin' point I'll spit it so slow/
My nieces and nephews 'll understand what I'm sayin'/
they'll hear the tone of my voice and already know I'm not playin'/
no, this ain't that h-i-p - p-o-p spittin' in layman's/
but it's not that complicated/
Dark Night Entertainment/
one rapper's new chapter/
that's causin' massive disaster/
to multi-platinum actors/
leadin' attacks on these bastards/
chargin' as fast as a raptor/
swingin' and slashin' them daggers/
I'm-a put my ballz in their throat
and that'll be all that she wrote/
It's so ridiculous how I spit it/
so vicious with the quitckness/
no fuckin' shit bitch! i'm gifted/
I ain't just produce it, I mixed it/
a black belt on the mic, feelin' right at home in the studio/
my name is DVS and I'm reportin' for duty yo!/

- HOOK -
I wasn't born in the projects, and I wasn't raised by no gangstaz/
Neva took no bullets but fuck it! U can call me crazy, but I'm thankful/
No, I don't act like I'm black! And I don't pretend like I'm white!/
I don't even call myself Hispanic dick! I'm just Henry a-ight?/
but you can call me DVS when you hear me bangin' through your speakers/
and I can school you on the mic, so homie don't make me have to teach you/
I've been in this rap game long enough/ to see through a phony and call his bluff/
so you wannabe thugs got ballz and nuts/ I'm about to show you all wuzup/

- VERSE -
It's been 4ever & 3 days/
since I started reppin' VA/
w/out a band or a DJ/
or big-tit hoes in bustiers/
and I've kept too quiet too long/
constantly writin' new songs/
puttin' my studio 2gether so I could finally do it all/
I quit gettin' high & finally started savin' my ca$h/
I couldn't live like I was 18 no more, put it way in my past/
along w/chasin' sluts givin' up that butt cuz they crazy & fast/
man I got my eyez on the prize, I'm focused, and it's too late 2 go back/
so just consider this the introduction to something that's comin'/
I'm about 2 make u feel the heebies runnin' up in ya stomach/
just like your 1st time in the backseat fuckin' in public/
go run & tell all your friends "god damn I luv how he does it"/
and yes it's very necessary 2 make my entrance like this/
I'm-a keep on rockin' like John Lennon did in '76/
until I go out w/a bang, and I don't mean emptying clips/
I mean a retirement orgy, cuz I'm-a get buried in tits/

- HOOK -
I wasn't born in the projects, and I wasn't raised by no gangstaz/
Neva took no bullets but fuck it! U can call me crazy, but I'm thankful/
No, I don't act like I'm black! And I don't pretend like I'm white!/
I don't even call myself Hispanic dick! I'm just Henry a-ight?/
but you can call me DVS when you hear me bangin' through your speakers/
and I can school you on the mic, so homie don't make me have to teach you/
I've been in this rap game long enough/ to see through a phony and call his bluff/
so you wannabe thugs got ballz and nuts/ I'm about to show you all wuzup/

- VERSE -
Man I luv the 1st album, but I knew something was missing/
like sayin' goodbye 2 your lover w/out no huggin' & kissin'/
so for those who heard The Chain Letter & still wasn't convinced, it's/
time I dropped the damn bomb on all u son-of-a-bitchez/
ROLL CALL! DVS, 2 Men-E, Technician; C'MON!
Ms.Kandi, Dark Night Entertainment. C'MON!
and this is just the beginnning/
I'm no longer stuck in this prison/
I control the buttons & switchez/
and I make the fuckin' decisions/
and I got the mic & the floor, so why don't u shut up & listen/
cuz when I told u I'm the real deal - I wasn't just kiddin'/
and that doesn't mean I'm the tightest, but now u know I ain't average/
I spit the whole truth & nothing but the truth like Michael Savage/
and I've been waitin' 4 this moment for a long time, let's get it on!/
my goal is to deliver a banger w/each & every song/
until I retire, or until the day I'm dead & gone/
I'll fight until the last breath like Optimus & Megatron/

- BRIDGE -
My mission is simple I'm here 2 take out the garbage/
and bring respect back 2 every cat spittin' raw shit/
but everything's turned Pop, man somethin' is wrong with/
this misdirection of rappers, it's gettin' 'em lost quick/
I c so many cars & hoes it's makin' me nauseous/
I'd rather shoot my video on stage in front of a moshpit/
got my mic in my left hand, my right got my ballz gripped/
don't act like u don't know the words, c'mon - sing along bitch!/

- HOOK -
I wasn't born in the projects, and I wasn't raised by no gangstaz/
Neva took no bullets but fuck it! U can call me crazy, but I'm thankful/
No, I don't act like I'm black! And I don't pretend like I'm white!/
I don't even call myself Hispanic dick! I'm just Henry a-ight?/
but you can call me DVS when you hear me bangin' through your speakers/
and I can school you on the mic, so homie don't make me have to teach you/
I've been in this rap game long enough/ to see through a phony and call his bluff/
so you wannabe thugs got ballz and nuts/ I'm about to show you all wuzup/

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FlaVA

05:38
Bonez (aka DVS)

Lyrics

- HOOK -
I'm from Virginia, got much FlaVA on the menu/ and it don't matter where I go, east coast, west coast, I'll rock any fuckin' venue/ Don't hate, cuz it's how u rock it, your state isn't really no topic/ if u ain't drop-droppin' no HOT shit, man I got this VA underground sound on lock bitch/
Richmond to Richmond Highway, all the way to Fairfax & back, u know who got the tracks & flow/ this is dedicated to the ones who say there ain't no live Hip-Hop in VA, everybody say.../ Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, FUCK THAT!/

- VERSE -
Nobody could've seen me comin', I'm a ghost/ runnin' up on your blindside, gettin' mighty close/ to puttin' both hands around the mic by the throat/ and droppin' the antidote with a much higher dose/ than the radio got your mind used to swallowin'/ I'm tryin' 2 set ya mind free from the box it's in/ if u ain't worried about the state Hip-Hop is in/ then u don't really give a damn about it prospering/ everybody & their mama got a demo tape/ but how many emcees really demonstrate/ that they ridin' first class, not second rate?/ compared to me lyrically you're a featherweight/ I'm a T-rex hunting you Compies/ and I'm hungry as fuck, so can't none of you stop me/ from rippin' in and out, over and under this hot beat/ light speed's too slow, punch it to mach 3/ barely got started and I already lost you/ I'm done with the first album, u ready for part 2?/ stompin' the comp flat as a pancake/ ladies on the dance floor make ya ass shake/ everybody's lovin' this VA style/ and all you wannabees still tryin' to be 8 Mile/ you better wake up & pick up a pen, this ain't the movies/ don't no bangin' groupies wanna hang with you chief/ north, east, west, or u from the south/ it don't matter where you're from so shut your mouth/ as long as you raw, droppin' nothin' but bangers/ everybody's gonna bump it like it's something contageous/ so keep pullin' verses out the magic hat/ and put it down with your talent cat/ for all the hardworking rappers in your habitat/ because it ain't about pride, it just happens that.../

- HOOK -
I'm from Virginia, got much FlaVA on the menu/ and it don't matter where I go, east coast, west coast, I'll rock any fuckin' venue/ Don't hate, cuz it's how u rock it, your state isn't really no topic/ if u ain't drop-droppin' no HOT shit, man I got this VA underground sound on lock bitch/
Richmond to Richmond Highway, all the way to Fairfax & back, u know who got the tracks & flow/ this is dedicated to the ones who say there ain't no live Hip-Hop in VA, everybody say.../ Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, FUCK THAT!/

- VERSE -
And as long as I'm armed with a pen & dope beats/ I'm-a always put it down for the 7-0-3/ I get the job done like a proffesional B/ even if it means that I ain't gettin' no sleep/ fuck it, I'm-a do whatever it takes bitch/ until my last breath like Neo in The Matrix/ a working class hero is something to be/ but not for me, that shit doesn't appease/ cuz I'm tryin' to live large like fuckers in Clifton/ and party like we do when we down in Richmond/ workin' in the studio for hours spittin'/ 'til we fryin' mics and burnin' out equipment/ no joke man, the way that I rhyme/ I'm-a drop shit like I've been living off Five Guys/ and doin' the mixdowns holdin' a Mai Thai/ feelin' right at home like Bone on the 9-9/ everywhere I go, got a pen and paper/ cuz I can't guarantee that I'll remember later/ lotta short term memory went up in smoke/ when I was back.... when I..../ (forgot my shit) and I don't have to make sense like the random killings/ of a D.C. sniper, cuz man I'm chillin'/ puttin' down this mic would be a whack decision/ I'm-a rhyme 'til Malvo gets out of prison/ rhyme 'til FCPD lose weight/ and everybody with a badge got a 32 waist/ rhyme 'til my ass gets old and wrinkled/ (over-shared that one man, don't you think so?)/ fine, how about 'til I'm out of my mind/ and out of lines like - damn it, I forgot how to rhyme/ rhyme 'til this album is referred to as classic/ and VA stands for Verbal Assassins/

- HOOK -
I'm from Virginia, got much FlaVA on the menu/ and it don't matter where I go, east coast, west coast, I'll rock any fuckin' venue/ Don't hate, cuz it's how u rock it, your state isn't really no topic/ if u ain't drop-droppin' no HOT shit, man I got this VA underground sound on lock bitch/
Richmond to Richmond Highway, all the way to Fairfax & back, u know who got the tracks & flow/ this is dedicated to the ones who say there ain't no live Hip-Hop in VA, DVS gonna.../ Fuck you up, fuck you up, fuck you up, fuck you up,/ fuck you up, I'm-a fuck you up, straight fuck you up, just fuck you up,/ so DON'T HATE!!

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Bonez (aka DVS)

Lyrics

We gotta get away, gotta get away...




- VERSE -
Here you go again, lookin' through my phonebook for other girls' names/
I've been with you three years, now my whole world's changed/
you used to take care of me when I was sick, and hold me/
and now you've become a possessive, jealous control freak/
I recall back when you would give me my space/
now you curse me out, slap me, and spit in my face/
all the good times are gone, the joy is forgotten/
and part of it is my fault for spoiling you rotten/
everytime I step out, you want an explaination/
so what's your definition of trust, interrogation?/
no basis for the accusation, only speculation/
I didn't pick up the phone, so what I kept you waiting/
...I'm tired of being called a liar/
where's the girl I used to know? It's gettin' hard to find her/
you're NOT forgiven, but what you expect me to say?/
puttin' that knife to your wrists just to get me to stay/



- HOOK -

I say I love you, but I hate you/
I can be unhappy all alone, it doesn't take two/
you say you love me, but it's a damn lie/
we should just walk away now and never ask why/
We gotta get away, gotta get away...



- VERSE 2 -

Here I go again, lookin' through your dressers for notes & love letters/
your ex keeps sending you. I'm more than just jealous/
cuz if I can't have you, nobody else can/
I'm lookin' in the mirror like "you really need help man"/
I know I'm not happy, but I can't let you go/
long as misery loves company we'll never grow/
so we both want out, and it couldn't be any worse/
girl you can't leave me, cuz I'm leaving you first/
what is it about you that brings the worst out of me?/
I'm callin' just to check up on you hourly/
you better pick up, and be ready with details/
you're out with your friends? Well they better be females/
you say it's a guy and no way I'm-a stay cool/
if I can't have girl-friends, you'll play by the same rules/
I just wait for you right outside of your house/
man, I can't believe the words comin' out of my mouth/



- HOOK -

I say I love you, but I hate you/
I can be unhappy all alone, it doesn't take two/
you say you love me, but it's a damn lie/
we should just walk away now and never ask why/

We gotta get away, gotta get away...

- VERSE 3 -
Here we go again,...
fightin', then breakin' up/
cryin', then makin' love/
fightin' again, breakin' up/
I love you and I hate your guts/
and even all our friends know we're wrong for each other/
so do our sisters and brothers, fathers and mothers/
and anybody we go out with better run/
cuz we're bound to argue and spoil everybody else's fun/
how did we get this way? where did we go wrong?/
it's just too late to start singing that old song/
forgive me baby, take me back/
we're never gonna stray from the way we act/
until one of us leave and say enough is enough/
too much has gone wrong, it wasn't just trust/
it's over now, it's been over for the longest time/
either one of us are happy here girl, it's all a lie/

We gotta get away, gotta get away...

- HOOK -
I say I love you, but I hate you/
I can be unhappy all alone, it doesn't take two/
you say you love me, but it's a damn lie/
we should just walk away now and never ask why/

We gotta get away, gotta get away...

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2 Cents

05:15
Bonez (aka DVS)

Lyrics

- VERSE -
So you want me to hit the club & do a little 'lean back'?/
swallow all of your bullshit and fake like I eat that/
you want me to go blind and not see this industry's trap/
like "here, hand us your career if you want your cheese rat"?/
you want me let you run my program like I don't have no plans/
be somebody else's voice and brainwash my own fans/
you wanna tell me what's best for me like "yo, do this instead of that!"?
sign over my life and never get it back? Never that!/
been a pleasure doin' business, but you know where you can stick it/
cuz I ain't sellin' my soul, even if it means it'll probably get me rich quick/
you got me all wrong thinkin' I'm in this for the jewelry/
like I'm tryin' to make my first couple mil and spend it foolishly/
whoever's just tryin' to look like everybody else is who it be/
but throwback jerseys and hats don't have shit to do with me/
how many cats in the mainstream really got talent? too few it seems/
on a scale of 1-10, i'd give you puppets like a 2 or 3/
there's no originality now, it's all the same old nonsense/
video hoes with no clothes, even the rappers wanna be topless/
and America's lovin' every minute, they don't really wanna stop this/
we want conscious rap, but they want rap without a conscience/


- HOOK -
D - Even if it means I don't get paid
V - Even if I gotta stay underground
S - I'm happy here, I never said I wanted out
And I'm - tellin' all you muthafuckaz right now
D - Don't ever get me twisted with Hip-Pop
V - Vicious emcees don't ever quit and run
S - This is just a sample of things to come
And I'll - Never put this muthafuckin' mic down


- VERSE -
I really hate to sound like I'm hatin', but this industrys creating/
a complicated situation for so many tryin' to make it/
their so busy celebratin' that their shit's in heavy rotation/
on TV and radio stations that their egos inflating/
so instead of makin' a statement with the music they makin'/
it's been replaced by Hip-Hop for the enjoyment of corporations/
that's why so many albums got so many fuckin' collaborations/
to put a smile on every face that'll end up splittin' the paycheck/
so if you only like them catchy tunes playin' in the club 2nite.../
...I don't give a fuck what you like/
you think these poppy emcees got skills cuz these days that shit is "hot"?.../
...it wouldn't be if Pac didin't get shot/
assassin on the mic and I'm-a keep spittin' 'til their good riddens.../
...try me if you think I'm bullshittin'/
I'm-a make all my opinions public, hate it or love it.../
even if it means I never make it, fuck it/
I'll pledge allegiance to the Hip-Hop community/
and every true emcee I've learned from who's influenced me/
all my family and friends who push me to pursue the dream/
shout out to my brother Yak, Verbal Assassins 2 & 3 4ever/


- HOOK -
D - Even if it means I don't get paid
V - Even if I gotta stay underground
S - I'm happy here, I never said I wanted out
And I'm - tellin' all you muthafuckaz right now
D - Don't ever get me twisted with Hip-Pop
V - Vicious emcees don't ever quit and run
S - This is just a sample of things to come
And I'll - Never put this muthafuckin' mic down

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Bonez (aka DVS)

Lyrics

- VERSE -
I'm a rare breed rapper with a rock star attitude/
who practice the martial arts, ready to damage you/
but I don't go lookin' for beef, I do the opposite/
you can find me at the studio droppin' hits/
always got something to spit, look bitch/
I'm more vicious on the mic than I am with a hook kick/
I know my purpose, I know what I stand for/
and I'm-a get mine, you better go in and grab yours/
or somebody else will, so don't let it happen/
cuz he who thinks life is a joke isn't laughin'
you gotta be a warrior mentally, physically/
I'm so raw even my enemies are feelin' me/
you never in your life heard nobody like me/
I graduated from school with a rhyming degree/
but I switched my major, started tryin' the beats/
now I'm a one man army and life is a breeze, beast!/


- HOOK -
All my real emcees in the house 2nite/
keep doin' what you do, launch a counterstrike/
against every non-believer who doubts you tight/
it's time for us to shine by puttin' out their lights/


- VERSE -

Man, I love the music, that's why I do it so fluent/
I'm a beast in my natural habitat movin'/
I can't work a 9-5 the rest of my life/
I'd rather go across the muthafuckin' neck with a knife/
end it all right now, cuz what's the point?/
how 'bout I just sit on my ass and puff a joint/
get drunk by myself, smack my broke hoe?/
you'd like that wouldn't you? but that's a no-no/
you probably wanna see me go bananas-loco/
paranoid out my mind, gettin' harassed by popo/
but I'm too old to get caught up in that shit/
a little to young to settle down and have kids/
I wanna be able to give 'em what they deserve in life/
goin' for the gold and the platinum certified/
I'm tryin' to retire by the age of 25/
have a party in my honor and hang my jersey high/


- HOOK -
All my real emcees in the house 2nite/
keep doin' what you do, launch a counterstrike/
against every non-believer who doubts you tight/
it's time for us to shine by puttin' out their lights/


- VERSE -
Drivin' down the highway, speakers bumpin'/
in an '02 Accord, no need for frontin'/
just rehearsing a rhyme, sippin' tea or something/
don't worry about the tracks, man I keeps 'em comin'/
there's so many talented emcees without a deal/
and so many emcees without a clue how they feel/
tryin' to be that rapper in the video/
steppin' out the car to the bar with a pretty hoe/
you ain't nothin' if you can't be yourself/
and you stuck in a fantasy world beyond needing help/
I'd rather drop something that might inspire you/
than take you out the game because I'm sick and tired of you/
there's too much drama in the rap game anyways/
for me to add to it by tryin' to make enemies/
so I'm-a just ride off approaching the sunset/
you ain't heard nothin', I ain't close to done yet/


- HOOK -
All my real emcees in the house 2nite/
keep doin' what you do, launch a counterstrike/
against every non-believer who doubts you tight/
it's time for us to shine by puttin' out their lights/


And the band keeps playing on...

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Bonez (aka DVS)

Lyrics

- HOOK -
(Throw ya fingaz Up)
...If you got mad liquor in the brain and you still maintain/
(Throw ya fingaz Up)
...man, it's only like 8 'til 3, we in the place to be/
(Throw ya fingaz Up)
...if you feelin' alive & loco and despise the popo/
(Throw ya fingaz Up)
...everybody's goin' crazy G, that's what you came to see/


- VERSE -
Ay-yo, the boyz are back with something new and improved/
ain't a lot of rappers that can fool with this crew/
y'all muthafuckaz can't do what we do/
like Technician, DVS and 2 in this booth/
time to celebrate another album release/
by gatherin' up a huge mass in the streets/
I perfected the rhymes, mastered the beats/
lethal weapon on this mic, who's askin' for beef/
call the crew and tell 'em "y'all gotta come thru"/
we havin' a party at the crib, so bring a lot of that brew/
I already got the Henn dawg, and the Malibu/
bring anybody you want, just leave the attitude/
anywhere you want but don't bring it in here/
or you tappin' NO liquor, you drinkin' NO beer/
get 'cha ass out, fron door's open wide cuz/
nigga I don't need you in here blowin' my buzz/


- VERSE -
Drape a shirt, pull'a pant, buck'a lion, lace some kicks/
rock'a blaze'or a cap, put a watch on my wrist/
then I'm out with the quickness/
exceedin' the speedin' the limits/
puttin' the crew to the limits/
tellin' my niggaz who is this/
2 Men-E, and I'm picky at the party, 'cause I'm only drinkin' Henney/
so I got my personal pint supply/
fLy guy swoopin' through, like a hawk with an eye/
not a bird, it's a third, that is really watchin' you, too/


- HOOK -
(Throw ya fingaz Up)
...If you got mad liquor in the brain and you still maintain/
(Throw ya fingaz Up)
...man, it's only like 8 'til 3, we in the place to be/
(Throw ya fingaz Up)
...if you feelin' alive & loco and despise the popo/
(Throw ya fingaz Up)
...everybody's goin' crazy G, that's what you came to see/


- VERSE -
90 proof in the booth, drunk to the tooth/
all these birds flock to the fruit/
jockin' a dude like a Pac & a 2/
fuck them hoes, need a bob and a brew/
to the cop in the blue, eat a cock and the two/
nuts in my drawers bust in ya jaws/
I'm buzzed like a saw forget what you heard and fuck what you saw/
we rugged and raw, stay duckin' the law/
takin' a chance like pluckin' a straw, you duck and you crawl/
when you see Technician, DVS - Bread & Butter/
come with Kamal, (...aka 2 Men-E...) stunnin' 'em all/
round of applause, big ups to my dawgz/
who's down for the cuase, and all you broadz,
strip down to ya bras/ and if I'm shroomin'/
I'm fuckin' it raw, fingaz up 2 the stars/


- VERSE -
We doin' this shit until the sun come up/
and everybody's either passed out or drunk as fuck/
and I'm feelin' mad good cuz it's nothin' but/
all of my closest peepz showin' they love for us/
throw ya fingaz up, waive 'em right to left/
this ain't the kinda party track that you might expect/
but I don't really give a - what? damn it, I forget/
I had a lot to drink, but it ain't life or death/

It's just a party, no need to trip/
it's just a party, no need to trip/
it's just a party y'all, no need to trip, see/
it's just a, it's just a, no need to, no need to/


- HOOK -
(Throw ya fingaz Up)
...If you got mad liquor in the brain and you still maintain/
(Throw ya fingaz Up)
...man, it's only like 8 'til 3, we in the place to be/
(Throw ya fingaz Up)
...if you feelin' alive & loco and despise the popo/
(Throw ya fingaz Up)
...everybody's goin' crazy G, that's what you came to see/


- OUTRO -
All my peoples in the front, fingaz up, throw 'em high/
cuz we don't give a fuck about neighbors tryin' to shut this party down/
Now all my peoples in the back, fingaz up, throw 'em high/
cuz we don't give a fuck about the police tryin' to shut this party down/
All my peoples in the front and the back, fingaz up,/
cuz we don't give a fuck about 'em, we don't give a fuck about 'em/
I said all my peoples in the front and the back, fingaz up,/
no we don't give a fuck about 'em, we don't give a fuck about 'em/
All my peoples in the front and the back, fingaz up/
cuz we don't give a fuck about nobody tryin' to shut this party down/
All my peoples in the front and the back, fingaz up/
no we don't give a fuck about nobody tryin' to shut this party down/

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Bonez (aka DVS)

Lyrics

- VERSE -
Too many shots of the Captain, drunk by myself, and I'm trying not to think about you/
but it's too late, I'm in another mindstate, head spinning and I'm pissed cuz I'm here without you/
trying to keep calm, sweaty palms, veins popping out my arms thinking about the last time that I saw her/
I should've told her then that I know we're only friends, but I can't pretend to not want to take this farther/
we've known each other all this time, and I'm lieing when I say I'm doing fine cuz my mind keeps on suffering/
should I flip this friendship in an instant with a quick kiss, or just keep on wondering/
what if it doesn't work out? Or, what if it does? Or. what if I decide to just stop fuckin' with love/
I'm becoming obsessed, overstressed, cuz I can't just up & confess, better think of something because.../


- HOOK -
I'm drunk by myself, thinking "damn this can't be right" cuz it feels like/
you don't even know I exist, and I just keep throwing down cups of/
Hennesy, coconut Captain Mo's, Jack & Coke, knowing that it won't/
bring my soul no peace, but at least I can just sit here and get fucked up


- VERSE -
Too many sips of the Cognac, drunk by myself, still trying not to think about you/
eyes bloody red, can't barely feel my legs, head spinning, and I'm pissed cuz I'm still here without you/
I wonder if she knows the real deal about how I feel? Something about the way we make eye contact.../
but who am I kidding, this shit is probably forbidden, we're getting a little too close, better slide on back/
I gotta be honest with myself, I don't know what I hope to accomplish, maybe I'm just burned out/
too much thinking, and way too much drinking, I don't even got no room in my life for no girl now/
but I can't keep on pretending to be strong, feeling weak staring in my empty glass/
like nobody in the world is even giving a damn about this pitiful man like "Fuck Henry's ass!"/


- HOOK -
I'm drunk by myself, thinking "damn this can't be right" cuz it feels like/
you don't even know I exist, and I just keep throwing down cups of/
Hennesy, coconut Captain Mo's, Jack & Coke, knowing that it won't/
bring my soul no peace, but at least I can just sit here and get fucked up

- SKIT -
"you have two new voice messages, first voice message:
"Yo, this is yourself calling. You're probably drunk as shit by now, so I guess I gotta remind you NOT to call her. You're gonna sound like an idiot, you're gonna make things even worse...thank me for it later."
(click)


- VERSE -
Too many times I've been drunk, trying to sober up, before I start going nuts, cuz every time I see you/
I know you got a man, and I try to understand that I gotta keep the flirting on the low and just be cool/
but it gets harder everytime you tempt me so inderectly, and I'm starting to read the signs/
we must be a little bit more than friends so don't pretend you've never thought about being mine/
(cuz if I didn't know better) I'd swear that you want me as bad as I want you/
but I'm-a let that thought marinate, and wait until I'm straight, cuz now I ain't just stressed, I'm drunk too/
trying to keep from throwing up (up...up...up...), I want to let you know what's up (up...up...up...)/
and when the time is right, baby I just might, right now - I'm tryin' to find out who put this hole in my cup...!?!


- HOOK -
I'm drunk by myself, thinking "damn this can't be right" cuz it feels like/
you don't even know I exist, and I just keep throwing down cups of/
Hennesy, coconut Captain Mo's, Jack & Coke, knowing that it won't/
bring my soul no peace, but at least I can just sit here and get fucked up


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Bonez (aka DVS)

Lyrics

- VERSE -
She was perfect in every way until I got to know her/
as soon as she started running her mouth, it was over/
I knew it wouldn't be nothing serious between us/
but a penis, on her back with her knees up/
it wasn't jack shit to get inside of those jeans/
listening to her scream, tellin' me she's having dreams/
about me gettin' deep inside of that thang/
cuz I drive her insane, who am I to complain/
it's not like I'm the only one getitn' what I want/
it isn't exactly like I'm beggin' her to jump/
on top of me so I can see me hit it from the front/
and finish it off by givin' head until I come/
and spittin' for this chick wasn't even an option/
so I didn't see no reason to stop this/
I couldn't put a price on seein' her topless/
a dime from head to toe, and DVS got rich/
it could've been a one night stand that ended peaceful/
but what do you know? we're back for the sequel/
I must've been feelin' her as much as she was feelin' me/
I would've never guessed we'd complete the trilogy/
something was wrong, and I knew I was in danger/
when a couple nights later I returned the favor/
and I didn't give a fuck, I'd do it again/
I know a lot of niggaz would in pursuit of this 10/


- HOOK -
We didn't do nothin' but lust/
and she couldn't have earned my trust/
me, I was so caught in the moment/
I didn't think about any hearts gettin' broken/
we didn't do nothin' but sex/
and she started becoming obsessed/
me, I knew that it had to end soon/
but I kept gettin' pulled back in the bedroom


- VERSE -
It's a damn shame, I don't even know this girl's last name/
even though I'm in the backseat gettin' mad brain/
3:30 in the morning and I gotta be at work/
I guess I'm workin' overtime and this is probably a perk/
and I wasn't tryin' to be a jerk when I hit & run/
cuz she was havin' just as much fun when I'd give her some/
maybe I'm a little slow, but callin' me Papi/
wasn't exactly what I'd call tryin' to stop me/
she was lovin' every minute, fuck what you heard/
it wasn't just like I kicked her but to the curb/
why would I wanna do something absurd/
like throw away my chance to get up in her skirt/
a little more than one time? because one isn't enough/
but that's just me, maybe for some of you it was/
this one night stand lasted about three weeks/
give or take a couple days we didn't spend between sheets/
speaking body language in difficult positions/
I felt like what we had was turning into an addiction/
I was losing control, caught in the whirlwind/
not to mention I kinda sorta had a girlfriend/
I had to snap out of it and try to get past it/
so I ended it, but damn it was fun while it lasted/
we didn't even give each other one little last kiss/
it started too fast, and ended just as quick/


- HOOK -
We didn't do nothin' but lust/
and she couldn't have earned my trust/
me, I was so caught in the moment/
I didn't think about any hearts gettin' broken/
we didn't do nothin' but sex/
and she started becoming obsessed/
me, I knew that it had to end soon/
but I kept gettin' pulled back in the bedroom


- VERSE -
Now, for everybody out there callin' me a dog/
I'll be happy to accept that apology from y'all/
cuz spittin' the harsh truth doesn't bother me cuz I'll/
admit I'm full of shit to say there's no dog in me at all/
but let's be honest though ladies/
does everything I'm sayin' really sound that crazy?/
takin' somebody to bed doesn't mean you want their baby/
actin' like none of y'all out there ever played me/
shit, women got game, you better recognize/
you livin' outside of the reality, step inside/
some of y'all housewives are freaks undercover/
otherwise your husband might be with another/
and I don't got no kids, no ring, no wife/
always use a rubber cuz I'm tryin' to live my life/
and when I settle down you won't see me actin' dumb as shit/
I'm gettin' that out of my system while I'm young and fit/


- HOOK -
We didn't do nothin' but lust/
and she couldn't have earned my trust/
me, I was so caught in the moment/
I didn't think about any hearts gettin' broken/
we didn't do nothin' but sex/
and she started becoming obsessed/
me, I knew that it had to end soon/
but I kept gettin' pulled back in the bedroom

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Bonez (aka DVS) ft. D.N.A.

Lyrics

- VERSE -
Back when I just started writing rhymes, it was "keepin' it real"
and not a damn thing's changed, I stil speak what I feel/
though I was young, and I was dumb, and I exaggerated some/
I never acted brave, I was, and I didn't have to play with guns/


- VERSE -
I cherish anonymity, my parents had a tendency/
to put some sense in my, my destiny is to rest in peace/
and improve progressively, you best believe each breath I breathe/
I leave 'em with the recipe for sucess, and bless 'em like the heavenly/


- VERSE  -
Since birth had my mind Right/
don't understand, so a nigga gotta highlight:/
Rrhapsodize Iintelligence, Ggruesome Hhandles/
"T" for "Ttouch Ttatics, Ttechniques Tteachin' each in Ttime"/


- HOOK -
Bringin' no honor to the game/
man you oughtta be ashamed/
you better (let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go)/
your exaggerations never quit/
even your homies know you're full of shit/
you better (let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go)


- VERSE -
Partially, all I wanna get is a chill environment/
deuce, coupe, and a lady, wit'a house for my kids/
second home in Kingston, read a book/
write a journey, and you listen when I spit/


- VERSE -
Much luv to everybody keepin' it honest and true/
as long as I'm reppin' VA, this is my promise to you/
I'll never switch up when I make it big, like a lot of us do/
cuz I'll forever spit the truth as long as I'm in this booth/


- VERSE -
(let it go) You're proud of gettin' shot/
(pathetic hoe) you're proud of gettin' caught/
(let 'em know) you're loud and sayin' squat/
you're mad about the bling/
you lust to be a player, you must just need a prayer/
I'm deep on every layer, y'all can eat my derrière/


- HOOK -
All you throw-back jersey with the matchin' hat rats need to/
(let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go)
I give a fuck what kinda car you drive/
you softer than your rawest rhyme/
(let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go)
Fakin' like you're strapped with gats/
talkin' 'bout "gangsta" this and "gangsta" that/
(let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go)
So what? You popped somethin'?/
muthafucka, stop frontin', please/
(let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go)
All that bling around your neck/
but you can't buy respect/
(let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go)
your bitch-ass wants to be/
everything that you see on TV/
(let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go)


- VERSE -
Blessed with the gift of gab/
I'll shine, but I'll skip the fad/
your blind if you don't spit the facts/
mankind ain't equipped to last/
unless you swallow pride, let it go, better grow, fly straight/
like a hetero, righteous blood flow from head to toe/


- VERSE -
And niggaz better start mindin' their character/
because their character's being watched by too many/
and don't get it twisted, 'cause I'm not talkin' I/
I be talkin' kiddies, 'cause I see'em chasing lies/


- VERSE -
And if we intend to grow/
and take Hip-Hop down a better road/
gotta start rappin' about experience instead of hoes/
And I wonder what y'all sound like tellin' the truth, but I guess we'll never know/
cuz you're lyin' ass can't just let it go/


- HOOK -
All you old emcees in your mid-life crisis/
thinkin' that you're the tightest/
(let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go)
You stupid, actin' like you teach/
and you don't practice what you preach/
(let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go)
There's no integrity/
under the man that you pretend to be/
(let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go)
Man, if you ain't down for change/
and you want everything to sound the same/
(let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go)
showin' off a six-pack/
cuz you can't rap for shit, jack/
(let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go/
Just be honest if you're in it/
for the money and the women/
(let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go)
You're lying about the women in your bed/
you're suckin' dick instead/
(let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go)
you got it twisted/
man, your credibility is non-existent/
(let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go)

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Bonez (aka DVS) ft. 2 Men-E

Lyrics

- VERSE -
I know we talked about her, it wasn't real big/
but now you really wanna know what the deal
is/ she's comin' on kinda strong after so long/
and it doesn't make any sense to you, it's all wrong/
see, we had what we had, but it's done now/
it happens everyday, somewhere, somehow/
all of a sudden the girl you thought was right for you/
isn't anymore, finally one more fight - you're through/
and I've been there, done that, and moved on/
broke down, got back up and grew strong/
you've been through the same too, maybe harder than mine/
but even though they're in the past they're a part of our lives/
still, that was then, this is now, it's about us/
but "us" may as well not even be without trust/
and I don't want her, that's why I'm with you/
but one day she just started to give clues/
she called cryin' about 2 or 3 and/
I was just tryin' to be a decent human being/
and lend a shoulder, but then she started pleading/
that we should get together sometime for no reason/
my heart skipped a beat, I stopped breathing/
something in her tone sounded misleading/
she's been an angel, she's been a demon/
then she asked me to stop by that evening/
and just so you know, I didn't think twice/
I told myself "none of this shit's right"/
and so I asked her "yo, what's up with the invite?"/
look, I gotta get some sleep, and it's way after midnight/
it was obvious to me she's still mad that I chose you/
you're a princess, and she's a cold shrew/
and I could never just blow her off and be so cruel/
but my Mama didn't raise me no fool/


- HOOK -
I don't want you thinkin' that I'm hiding something/
cuz I don't wanna have to see you cry for nothing/
she's sayin' that if I take her back/
she's gonna make my dreams come true/
can't let you think I'm hiding something/
no I can't just let you say goodbye for nothing/
I don't care if she's fine, or how hard she's tryin'
to be mine, I only want u/


- VERSE -
I was heading out, tryin' to get dressed quick/
cuz that morning I was taking you to breakfast/
and she dropped by unexpected/
tryin' to catch me off guard, hoping I'd be tempted/
red sweater pulled over a tight dress/
she never looked better, and I don't know - I guess/
she must've thought I was still a dog and might fetch/
but all I saw in front of me was a fine mess/
said she only wants to talk, well that's fine/
I tried to be kind, and so - one last time/
I trusted her, but I made a mistake/
all she did was try to start taking your place/
her conversation got dangerous/
she started goin' on about how she changed so much/
and so I told her "guess what, so have I"/
"whatever you and me had, it's over - bye"/
and I still don't know why I even let her get close/
or why she thought that I would ever let go/
I almost believed she was just a friend of mine/
instead she followed every footstep i left behind/
but even if i was dumb, deaf, and blind/
and we were the last 2 people left alive/
I wouldn't take her back, not in a million years/
kicked her out the door still in tears/
and told her never to come back/
actin' like a hoe, let go of my nutsack/
she had her chance and burned her bridge
and I promise you this time it's permanent/
see, you're so beautiful inside and out/
that I've never been more content with life than now/
all the hard times you showed me love through/
how could I ever place another girl above you?/


- HOOK -
I don't want you thinkin' that I'm hiding something/
cuz I don't wanna have to see you cry for nothing/
she's sayin' that if I take her back/
she's gonna make my dreams come true/
can't let you think I'm hiding something/
no I can't just let you say goodbye for nothing/
I don't care if she's fine, or how hard she's tryin'
to be mine, I only want u/


- BRIDGE -
Can't spend another minute lookin' over my shoulder/
tried to be loyal, every night I wanna hold her/
by the time you hear this track it'll be all over/
it's the way that shit blows when I supernova/
cuz I need space/
God damn, look at her face/
when I tell her a lie, talkin' from below the waist/
thinkin' all of the cryin' is gonna keep me to stay/


- HOOK -
I don't want you thinkin' that I'm hiding something/
cuz I don't wanna have to see you cry for nothing/
she's sayin' that if I take her back/
she's gonna make my dreams come true/
can't let you think I'm hiding something/
no I can't just let you say goodbye for nothing/
I don't care if she's fine, or how hard she's tryin'
to be mine, I only want u/

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Bonez (aka DVS)

Lyrics

- VERSE -
You talk man, but you ain't really mastered this art/
a clownfish in open water tryin' to battle a shark/
you get no shine for that rhyme, I'll put you back in the dark/
I'm still a Verbal Assassin comin' after the marks/
and this time I'm only rippin' out half of your heart/
you tryin' to go song-for-song, man - imagine the thought/
and you can freestyle forever but that isn't smart/
unless you got something to show for it you babble & stop/
and that's it, so get back quick and let a man spit/
gasoline for saliva boy, and the match lit/
so many rappers aren't much more than just actors/
and you sleepin' on me? I'll turn over the matress/
hey, wake up and get with the times, connecting the lines/
ain't a lot of minds as inventive as mine/
when I sit down with a pen and make sentences rhyme/
record-enable the red button and press it and I'm/
doin' what I do, how I do - like a veteran/
flow been off the chain ever since The Chain Letter and/
I'm not goin' anywhere, they should've never let me in/
cuz I got rhymes like Bush's closet got skeletons/
livin' in the US, born South American/
mother-earth's baby, my own Mama's second kid/
I claim no religion, and I'm sorry if you're sensitive/
but I don't believe in the "kingdom of heaven" or where the "devil" lives/
yeah I said it bitch, so hate me if you want/
I ain't givin' a fuck, you can't make me pick it up
I don't bow to the 4th branch or popular opinion/
I hate everything PC, and reality TV/
Making the Band with P DeeDee, I'd rather be/
knee deep in feces and fresh out of T.P./
Sell out? You obviously don't know DV.../
...S, and you need the facts like a broke hoe needs cheese/
I got the remedy for all my enemies' jealousy/
in the words of Paul McCartney, just Let It Be/
you act like there's only room in this rap game for 10 emcees/
and pretend to be the fuckin' big mack with extra cheese/
please, I got 8 years under my belt/
hearing all types of songs, cuz a bunch of 'em helped/
to inspire this fire in me with something I felt/
and made me feel I was invincible, untouchable, stealth/
I grew up on Classic Rock, just ask my Popz/
back then I wanted to sing, but that just wasn't my thing/
and then my Mama turned her youngest son on to love songs/
both of 'em taught me that music was the one bond/
that everybody got in common no matter what's wrong/
cuz pretty much every emotion done been touched on/
cuz whether you're on cloud nine, or all of your luck's gone/
music can make somebody feelin' weak stand up strong/
and that's why I stay commited to writing lyrics cuz/
it isn't just enough to make your point, they gotta listen up/
and why I've given up freestyling pretty much/
I'd rather take my time on a track like a woman I'm givin' some.../
...to ...let me catch my breath/
because what happens next is an emcee at his best/
bein' honest with himself whether he passed the test/
or needs to take it back a step, and practice just.../
just a little bit harder to perfect the song or/
risk droppin' something that he's gonna hate in the long run/
protecting myself like when I'm wearing a condom/
cuz I can pack more TNT in this bomb son/
a million emcees in this world, you fuck with the wrong one/
and you might get burned, so enhance your calm son/
you think you're all that, you think you're so fuckin' awesome/
but in the end, being cocky is what's gonna cost you/
it's idiots like you that love to start a fight/
the kind I hear about when I'm turning the news on at night/
who care about nothing, man you'd probably merc me/
cuz I was friends wit 'cha girl and bought her a slurpee/
and I don't have time for petty crime, I graduated/
cuz I'm-a live fine, sellin' rhymes, stackin' papers/
let unsigned talent shine, give them a chance to make it/
and work with idols of mine, until I've collaborated with/
Bone Thugs, Redman, Eminem, Alicia Keys/
Canibus, Dead Prez, Mya, Talib Kweli/
Wu-Tang, especially RZA, Immortal Technique/
Linkin Park, Christina Aguilera, X to tha Z/
Nas, Ludacris, Sticky Fingaz, D-R-E/
Outkast, Evanescence, Vivian Green/
Rakim, Mos Def, Jedi Mind Tricks, Res/
Michael Jackson, Rob Thomas, KRS-One, Kurupt, Pink/
to name a few, it'll be insane with whom/
I'm gonna be making you...you fuckers raise the roof/
so pour a double shot of something atleast 80 proof/
and something to chase it too, and give me space to move/
cuz I'm-a start wildin' out after a couple more sips/
and start a moshpit with everybody up in the mix/
a whole mess of people jumpin' 'round, shovin' and shit/
and no one actin' like a bitch throwin' punches and kicks/
we all came to party, not to get stuck in the lip/
and don't nobody wanna catch a bunch of knuckles and fists/
that includes you too, unless there's something I missed/
and you got a death wish, or you just dumb as a brick/
it's like you haven't learned nothin' since Biggie and Pac died/
no one got arrested, do you really think the cops tried/
to find out who done it? Listen, I'm not blind/
the powers that be don't give a fuck about our lives/
I wouldn't get on the mic just for fortune and fame/
but I'd do it cuz I have something important to say/
and I don't want no one believing that I'm something I'm not/
like a thug with a glock that I bust at the cops/
cuz lying about who you are doesn't impress me/
and one final note to all you underground emcees/
who listening out there, I just wanted to say/
that if you're true to yourself, I wish you luck in the game/
stay commited, even through all the thunder and rain/
when it looks hopeless and you feel like cuttin' ya veins/
just forget about yesterday, man up to the pain/
I know exactly what you're goin' through, I'm stuck in the same/
that's why I rip mics like I'm fuckin' insane/
and, hell yes - DVS just spit a buck and some change/
I said that's why I rip mics like I'm fuckin' insane/
and, hell yes - DVS just spit a buck and some change/

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Bonez (aka DVS)

Lyrics

- HOOK -
Today maybe I slipped up and fell down/
today I might be to stressed out to help out/
tomorrow I'll be ready for round 2, so watch out/
cuz I'm-a be harder than ever for y'all to knock down/
today I might be too weak to get back on my feet/
today I'm hurtin' so bad that I won't get any sleep/
tomorrow I'll be a soldier ready for combat/
find every ounce of strength that I lost and get it all back/


- VERSE -
I'd be lying if I said that I don't know what it's like/
to wanna give up on my dreams and hand over the mic/
call it quits because my heart turned colder than ice/
after my girl left me cuz I was goin' nowhere in life/
and I'm not the only one who's ever wished they had that one chance/
to make right that one big wrong, knowing you just can't
when you've lost a part of you and you know it'll never come back/
and you can't sleep, wondering how the fuck could I have done that/
but you live and you learn, cuz the future isn't concerned/
with every yesterday you've lost and every minute you've burned/
you might have slipped up, but at least you were given a turn/
so take the loss and ask yourself exactly what is it you learned/
cuz you don't got it that bad, and you know what - neither do I/
there's a lot of people in this world won't even be eatin' tonight/
and if you ain't hit rock bottom there's really no reason to cry/
so fuck keepin' it "real", and let's start keepin' it right/


- HOOK -
Today maybe I slipped up and fell down/
today I might be to stressed out to help out/
tomorrow I'll be ready for round 2, so watch out/
cuz I'm-a be harder than ever for y'all to knock down/
today I might be too weak to get back on my feet/
today I'm hurtin' so bad that I won't get any sleep/
tomorrow I'll be a soldier ready for combat/
find every ounce of strength that I lost and get it all back/


- VERSE -
And I know a lot of people hearing this song that might think/
your life's all good cuz you're always drunk or high on this great trip/
and y'all are the ones that don't care, you'll go back to the same shit/
rowing in circles on your own personal slave ship/
feelin' sorry for yourself and bitching all day long/
like your way is right and everybody else's way is wrong/
and trust me cuz I know, not too long ago I was used to gettin'/
my way all the time, 'til I learned the hard way - there was no future in it/
I hurt, but it wasn't the first time I'd ever fallen down/
I man'd up to the mistakes I made and turned 'em all around/
and now I ain't lookin' back and wondering "how"/
I'm lookin' forward to tomorrow, like "come fuck with me now!"/
as I advance in a fighting stance through the pouring rain/
this time I won't go insane knowing that shit is going to change/
every year with different ups and downs, and you can trust that/
but knock me down again, you better pray I never come back/


- HOOK -
Today maybe I slipped up and fell down/
today I might be to stressed out to help out/
tomorrow I'll be ready for round 2, so watch out/
cuz I'm-a be harder than ever for y'all to knock down/
today I might be too weak to get back on my feet/
today I'm hurtin' so bad that I won't get any sleep/
tomorrow I'll be a soldier ready for combat/
find every ounce of strength that I lost and get it all back/


- BRIDGE -
Cry your sorrows today, forget about 'em tomorrow/
forgive for pains you've encountered, you're not at your final hour/
gotta give it tries, maybe even a thousand times/
before you get it right, why won't you swallow your pride?/
I've felt the pain, I've grown and yes, I have changed/
get blinded by fear - you'll fade, I choose not to go that way/
I won't give it up, I'll hurt 'til I'm tough/ Tomorrow is a new day/


- HOOK -
Today maybe I slipped up and fell down/
today I might be to stressed out to help out/
tomorrow I'll be ready for round 2, so watch out/
cuz I'm-a be harder than ever for y'all to knock down/
today I might be too weak to get back on my feet/
today I'm hurtin' so bad that I won't get any sleep/
tomorrow I'll be a soldier ready for combat/
find every ounce of strength that I lost and get it all back/

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Bonez (aka DVS) ft. D.N.A.

Lyrics

- HOOK -
I'm from Virginia, got much FlaVA on the menu/
and it don't matter where I go, east coast, west coast, I'll rock any fuckin' venue/
Don't hate, cuz it's how u rock it, your state isn't really no topic/
if u ain't drop-droppin' no HOT shit, man I got this VA underground sound on lock bitch/

Richmond to Richmond Highway, all the way to Fairfax & back, u know who got the tracks & flow/
this is dedicated to the ones who say there ain't no live Hip-Hop in VA, everybody say.../
Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, FUCK THAT!/


- VERSE -
I'm from Virginia, with roots Boliviano mano/
sick, pero sano, I know/ the turf like an earth gusano chavo/
from VA to DC/ to MD they know me/ know plenty token peepz/
in the streets smokin' trees/
and we flourish and thrive/
as we nourish the tribe got a purpose to drive/
us, saliva to rhyme/ and vagina to find/ and a mic to define/
infinite bit encryptions/ with slight bit addiction/


- VERSE -
I've mastered the rythym and the rhyme/
with a little bit of time/
I'm-a get into your mind, I'm.../
one seventy, standin' 5 foot and 9/
keepin' to myself, stayin' quiet at times/
but this ain't one of those times so I call up 2 and Def/
put Tech and JT on the track and I got the recipe to put all of you in check/
you better come correct or/
you're nothin' but a pawn on the chess board/
soft like the boy next door/ I'm cutthroat like Serpentor/
spittin' through kevlar/
and you better believe that I'm down to rock a whole show solo, fuck a hype man/
because if anybody's gonna get this crowd loud and feelin' me, bitch - I am/


- HOOK -
I'm from Virginia, got much FlaVA on the menu/
and it don't matter where I go, east coast, west coast, I'll rock any fuckin' venue/
Don't hate, cuz it's how u rock it, your state isn't really no topic/
if u ain't drop-droppin' no HOT shit, man I got this VA underground sound on lock bitch/

Richmond to Richmond Highway, all the way to Fairfax & back, u know who got the tracks & flow/
this is dedicated to the ones who say there ain't no live Hip-Hop in VA, everybody say.../
Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, FUCK THAT!/


- VERSE -
Emcee Definite/ with the rhymes that I spit, be so infinite/
so don't think that this movement end/
just don't expect them credits to begin/ take that, take your overdose/
just sit back, relax comatosed/
I spit that funky flow that/ make muthafuckaz say "he got hallitosis"/
oh shit with the potion/
when you mix together - muthafuckaz say he move with the motion/
I just rhyme and spit, and put these rappers in they place like a hostess/
like Jim Jones, yeah I'm lovin' it/
and I'm runnin' it, and controlling it/
while the Hip-Hop runnin' through my veins/
best believe that I know that I'm goin' for this/


- VERSE -
You have now stepped in to the restaurant/
where 2 Men-E is your server nigga, tell me what you want/
serve you all the type of murda using no type of gun/
not a body killa, the dealer of no type of drug/
yet I'm hustlin' my potential until I blow up/
in the land of Highways and bi-ways, and running red lights/
where the youngin's are troubled and livin' restless at night/
so I'm barely sleepin' for keepin' an open third eye, dream alive/


- HOOK -
I'm from Virginia, got much FlaVA on the menu/
and it don't matter where I go, east coast, west coast, I'll rock any fuckin' venue/
Don't hate, cuz it's how u rock it, your state isn't really no topic/
if u ain't drop-droppin' no HOT shit, man I got this VA underground sound on lock bitch/

Richmond to Richmond Highway, all the way to Fairfax & back, u know who got the tracks & flow/
this is dedicated to the ones who say there ain't no live Hip-Hop in VA, everybody say.../
Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, FUCK THAT!/

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