ONE MAN ARMY (explicit version)

                       

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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