Hunger Flow, Vol. 2 Intro [Freestyle] lyrics

by

VIC MENSA


[Verse 1]
Introducing Mr. Controversy, Mensa caught case after case
I need a lawyer in the booth for every statement I make
Yo Just, how these f*cks act like I ain’t from that place
Where body bags zip you up your face, as if you bathing with apes
Shout Pharrell, I’m god body, I think I made the human race
‘Cause I articulate my pain in a way that you relate
Everybody got opinions but I got the balls to share ‘em
That could get a n*gga killed, like a call from a Karen
But still, I peel off in McLaren
Talking to my therapist, he say I’m suffering from my carelessness
But I was just hustling for my parents
When you don’t know the depths of poverty
The family of my fathers [scene]
Working in Ghana for 15 dollars a week
And they don’t know Ghostface and [?], the god is me
The idiocy in y’all to think I could ever be folded
By internet cancel culture, I’ve been in the damn with vultures
Walk through the land of lions, I swam through the piranhas
Bury me in my golds like I’m King Tutankhuman
Far as Chicago rhyming, I’m the extension of Common
Got arrested with my iron, ain’t that sh*t ironic?
I’m batsh*t I promise been on every medication
Then I realized the antidepressants made me crazy
Me and Chano [?] ghost
He like Patrick and I’m Swayze, ‘cause my b*tch Erica know how to get a bag lately
And I had it bad lately, I was a cell like Max B but I’m mad wavy I know the master hate me
‘Cause I can’t be confined my mind defies mental slavery
n*ggas can’t touch the kid y’all allow Kevin Spacey
[Verse 2]
Southside poet [?] I’m [?] in DeLorean
Back from the future to catch you slippin’ like Freudian
Political lobbying from project where I be loitering
[?] from Abu Dhabi in Paris ordering
Caviar with the baked potato and the truffle butter
My words like birds, so of course, I’ma ruffle feathers
Consider for a second if the key well connected it’s 27, I could make that in 47 seconds
And we forever steppin’ my n*ggas slidin’ on toosie
High like coke cheese, score like the Fugees
Watch the game out the frame the way Kareem Abdul see
I know n*ggas been shooting 20 years like Coodie
I’m a genius, my tongue hotter than jalapeño
Hallelujah, I’m the [?] like the King of [?]
My n*ggas move base by the key [?]
Only got five fingers but I’m with them six ringers
Championship status [?] in Paris
Got the game by the throat from what I spoke out of my larynx
Them thangs that you wrote sound gangsta like Clarence
But we of a different cloth, you fabricate your appearance
Y’all fake I'm the realist my truth is well doc*mented
I don’t like the way you Twitter n*ggas treated Ari Lennox
God body on prison calls with 5 percenters
My flow is deadly like fety inside syringes
Rest in peace Michael K. Williams, pray for his children
Like a bomb in Ukraine, we just raised down the building
It’s Justin Credible that mean we lifting off
I spit rounds like the typical [?]
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