Pickin pieces up put em back in place
Like erector set on his skull - BrokeFace
Puzzles comin together like a Beatle over me their blade dull
There's a lull then MCs they all can see
I got more flow than a horse
Baby just try not to step to my beat
Hold the mic like a slot machine handle
Villaina Ice be the one cold vandal
Who's scandalous and using us to make all the cake
And the price for a slice be too much to take
No life, no choice, no free throw
All superficial flow outta your hole
I got no piece to recoil no bullets to toss to add to the loss
But my skin is whiter than 2 ply
Try as I may to get out of the way
My lineage of people used steeples to carry heap fulls
Of motherland people in ships
Molded to a clip
Chris Blais - Villaina Ice Lyrics
Chris Blais - Villaina Ice Lyrics
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Pickin pieces up put em back in place
Like erector set on his skull - BrokeFace
Puzzles comin together like a Beatle over me their blade dull
There's a lull then MCs they all can see
I got more flow than a horse
Baby just try not to step to my beat
Hold the mic like a slot machine handle
Villaina Ice be the one cold vandal
Who's scandalous and using us to make all the cake
And the price for a slice be too much to take
No life, no choice, no free throw
All superficial flow outta your hole
I got no piece to recoil no bullets to toss to add to the loss
But my skin is whiter than 2 ply
Try as I may to get out of the way
My lineage of people used steeples to carry heap fulls
Of motherland people in ships
Molded to a clip
Like erector set on his skull - BrokeFace
Puzzles comin together like a Beatle over me their blade dull
There's a lull then MCs they all can see
I got more flow than a horse
Baby just try not to step to my beat
Hold the mic like a slot machine handle
Villaina Ice be the one cold vandal
Who's scandalous and using us to make all the cake
And the price for a slice be too much to take
No life, no choice, no free throw
All superficial flow outta your hole
I got no piece to recoil no bullets to toss to add to the loss
But my skin is whiter than 2 ply
Try as I may to get out of the way
My lineage of people used steeples to carry heap fulls
Of motherland people in ships
Molded to a clip
Writer: Christopher Blais
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