Lyrics
(Introduction)
It's like V ta the C this, V ta the C that,
But your never gonna hear that V ta the C is wack,
Stand Up Entertainment taken over 4 the 2k4,
By Any Mean's Neccessary,
(Verse 1)
It's like how can V ta the C, Be the future best sell'in emcee,
If he's gett'in defeated by a fourteen year old who hasn't seen puberty,
An their's somethin that's really been confus'in me,
Are you try'in ta spit hard or are you seduc'in me,
I'm straight it's no mystery,
Common Sense people who battle me are history,
Let's get shit off the bat now this a flawless victory,
Come on dawg you beat'in me you don't get respect,
Got a better chance of becom'in one of those crack fiend child star reject's,
Be real you couldn't even be guest on one of my unreleased track's,
I never heard of false tale's only spitt'in real fact's,
5 year's you gonna be another Budden wit your own girl stabb'in you in the back,
Be on TV wit a change off heart, Watch your game be over before it even start,
You couldn't be found dead or alive cause I'm just gonna rip you apart,
You better hope the name Fenix come's true,
Cause I'ma light you on fire an send ya ta your death hop'in you come out sound'in new,
Only cause in this battle I already lost you,
(Chorus)
Come on muthafucka you spitt'in shit that's fake com'in out wit some wack shit,
Be real you can never contest me, IF you win it's cause muthafucka's are dick rid'in you,
My cousin who's 2 could come up wit those line's feel me,
An listen when you spit it's kinda wack ta have to explain the diss feel me,
That's not how real lyricist's do,
(Verse 2)
I spit street tale's that has 2 Pac in his grave wish'in for a resurrection,
Probably got your teen-bopp'in ass by the computer hav'in an errection,
Someone need's ta close this an introduce it ta the past battl'es section,
Cause in me their is no los'in only winn'in, Evilness an sinn'in,
Record's, DJ's, an spinn'in, You lost this game in the first an I'ma close it out in the ninth inn'in,
Angel's from the north south, east, an west, Watch over him as he rest's,
He's battl'in a man obssessed, Live's ta digest emcee's who think they possess, A talent ta impress,
The whole world has come to realize I spit truth's an not fiction,
Depict'in, Hot lyric's that I'm alway's spitt'in, It's straight sick'en,
Hav'in even come ta term's an made my mind up,
Who's worst Klep One or the whole Red Alert line-up,
Fuck around an the rest of your career you'll be wit out a stage to dive, Will never get by,
Any muthafucka who challenge's me will be found dead never alive,
(Outro)
This whole holla-front shit has been put on lock, Next week the audio come's in better,
That's only if they don't dick ride an vote for you, change your verse you got time,
An stop explain'in shit in your rhyme's like Is real mean's Isreal in a club bitch you would be boo'ed for do'in that,
Get's your whole heritage ta vote for you, Cause you gonna need it V ta C get it straight One,
