Locally accepted, globally respected.
People I connect wit, know my life is hectic.
I'm too ill, I represent Springfield.
And if you ain't real, then we can never build.
You know the drill, gimme the money and the shine.
The streeets are a dangerous field, of landmines.
Watch who you jack, some catz fight back.
Whip out the ratchet and let the hammer clap.
Vinumz a warrior, walk the streetz no crew.
Get luv from catz, who wear the red and blue.
You can be blood or cuz, it's cool wit me.
On both sides I lost close friends and family.
I don't G.B. I see the bigger picture.
To the police, your just another dead nigga.
I'm trying to cop figures, so I can be rich.
In a lavish house, with a fine ass bitch.

CHORUS (2X)
Ahhyoo
we getting high
we getting high tonight (smoking lie)
we getting high tonight (start beef)
we getting high tonight (we fight)

You niggaz are sonned out, let me speak to your father.
So I can leave lines in his head like a barber.
I flow like water, drown emcees wit my lyrical.
Gift I spit, words in panoramic visual.
Your flow is pitiful, another lamb to the slaughter.
Battling me you need a tank, and kevlar armor.
Rather be a farmer, growing weed exclusively.
Sell most off for profit, keep a little tree for me.
That's not reality, or a possibility.
Till I'm paid and enslave the rap industry.
You into sodemy, with little boys and animals.
Performing rituals, with insense and candles.
Involved in scandels, for your perversity.
Thrown under prison, then beaten regularly.
Vinum be, secretly, plotting a strategy.
Behead all my enemies, like a Greek tragedy.

CHORUS (2X)
Ahhyoo
we getting high
we getting high tonight (smoking lie)
we getting high tonight (start beef)
we getting high tonight (we fight)

I done seen the biggest nigga on the block get shot.
With a glock, body shaking like electric shock.
Now that's beef, know the term or loose your teeth.
Loose lips have made a lot of homies shot and deceased.
I stay humble, bubble in the shadows and shade.
Each word, blows apart herbs, like a grenade.
My flows are defiant, need noone, self reliant.
I'm an untamed lion, becoming a giant.
In this industry, no emcee, is fucking with T.V.
A beast off the leash, wild like a grizzly.
There's too many wankstas, wearing colorful rags.
Most are full of shit, like colostomy bags.
I live this rap shit, spit graphic, you bastids.
It's in my deoxyribonucleic acid.
Psychotic and spastic, possessed by madness.
I torch my enemies, and drink their ashes...I'm that sick.

CHORUS (2X)
Ahhyoo
we getting high
we getting high tonight (smoking lie)
we getting high tonight (start beef)
we getting high tonight (we fight)