From the co-writer of Chingy's #1 smash hit One Call Away, Eclectic Records presents to you another Mid West phenom, Vice.
If there were an ideal time for a change in the direction of the music industry, that time would be now. A black rose has now emerged from the concrete, and it goes by the name of Vice. Unlike the monotonous lyrics and rhythm of much of today's music, Vice provides a unique style after the likes of Dr. Dre, Kanye West and Timbaland. In addition to his production talents, Vice rhymes with a charisma that is trend-setting, similar to renowned artist Jay-Z. Vice may only be halfway to where he is destined to go as an artist/producer, but he is a step ahead and a cut above the others.
Vice, also known as Sedrick Martin, was born in St. Louis, Missouri on August 30, 1978. He discovered his interest in creating music at a very young age. The formidable stage presence of Vice arises from his many performances at local talent shows and freestyle contests; his following began here. His enthusiasm for developing his own distinctive sound and style, coupled with his vast knowledge of computers, enabled him to create his own pre-production studio on a modest budget. It will be from this studio that he makes a meteoric rise as an artist/producer.
Eclectic is the best way to describe his style; the best sound from the best sources. "My motivation comes from the desire to introduce something new to the music world. I want to combine Hip-Hop with a touch of Jazz, sprinkle it with a taste of smooth R&B and Pop, to stir up a perfect combination for any music lover's taste", says Vice. To add to his songwriting credits, Vice is the co-writer to the Billboard Top 100 single, "One Call Away", which was the third release from 4x Platinum Disturbing Tha Peace/Capitol Records newcomer, Chingy. The hot single, also went on to sale over 500,000 copies as a worldwide released cd single. He has worked with newly established producers, The Trak Starz, as well as, many artists and producers locally and nationwide.
Lyrics
Chorus: (Vice)
I really wanna know you baby
I know you wanna know me baby
Can I give ya what I owe you baby
Let my mind console you baby
I swear it won’t cost a dime
If ya, don’t like it, just pay it no mind
I like the way you look from behind
Hot damn girl, ya looking so fine
1st Verse: (Vice)
See, I heard the party at Bungalo 8
Where, anything can happen, you don’t have to wait
Where, yo reality might meet fate
That’s, only if you really got what it takes
Cause I’m, taking the time, speaking my mind
And I, hope you will find the meaning in why
I’m, feeling as if, making you mine
It is, you that is here, you that I’m near
See, here’s my point, hope that it’s clear
Visioning, you in the front, me in the rear
Visioning, rubbing ya thighs, kissing ya ear
But hold on, can I get a round in here
Cause I like how it sound in here
And I like, how ya nice round shape move around in here
Hey girl, can you cut the lights down in here
Cause I’m bout to go to town in here
So let’s ride
Chorus
2nd Verse: (Vice)
Yeah, that’s for sure
You all I need, all I’m asking for
Come on girl, let’s navigate to the door
Shit, I got heat, you don’t need your coat
Just, let the cris run down your throat
And if the water get to flowing
I’ll rock ya boat
Damn, is you real, or am I dreaming
And can, you tell me why you hot and steaming
Are you, really down and wanna be on my team
Or are you, bullshittin’ just a chic that’s scheming
Girl what’s the meaning
In telling you how I feel, cause looks could be deceiving
Let’s, keep it real this evening
We can go from the club, car, to the crib
So, shall we procede in
Ain’t no need for teasing, the reason
That you here, is cause I’m known for pleasing
Chorus
3rd Verse: (Vice)
She dismissing every dude that want her
Cause she just, keep walking with a cool persona
It’s me, chillin back, with a cool corona
Just, taking a different route, than the dude that’s on her
Should I take, her to the pad
And, sex her up, while she color me bad
She’ll probably have me running her bath
Kissing her neck, chest, and stomach
While she rubbing me back
You would swear we was French
Way we smoochin’ on the cheek
Way the Gucci fit her hips, make a brotha so weak
Way I’m feeling down south, is like Dante’s Peak
Ohh, teacher, teacher, can Dante speak
Let’s reach our peak, relax and climb back
And girl, just listen to my speech
Your body talking like Pootie Tang
Silently saying, “Vice you need to do me man”
Ohh
Chorus