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  1. FlaVA

From the recording One Man Army

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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!/


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!/


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..../
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!!