SENSE - The Seasoning (feat. Vic Spencer) Lyrics

There's a time to be cool and a time to be hot
And see you got messed up into thinking there's only one time for everything
There's a time for love and a time for hate
Even solomon said that

Seventy two virgins when Allah takes my soul
Four sapphire lay humbly in the white gold
In the mean time Nubian queen be my life line
Gold crown bronze skin gleam in the night time
Killa tape from the era of the tight rhyme
Why your best rhyme sounds like the next jawn
I'd rather listen to Prodigy or some Sean Price lines
Cuz new niggas eat ass as a past time
Shit stains on your tongue you can't be a friend of mine
Don't reach out to me or ever try to shake a hand of mine
Sense be the king of the jungle you a dandelion
I really wrote my raps and ya'll pantomime
I want to party have fun on occasion
But I can't take my niggas no where they're not patient
Grimy folks run on yo block for celebration
And yellow tape it up like some holiday decorations
You ain't lost a real one you don't know how it feel
This the rapture flow last laugh and last kill
And even ya'll rats is dead I'm a rap still
Until every show is nothing short of a half mil

Ugh
Perfected the skill smack the god two times cuz the blessings is real
Finessing to kill
The essence is filled with diamond swisher
These rappers is trash and I ain't rhyming with em
Shout out to people who think I need em
I won't leave you breathin'
F*ck beef loose yo life from the seasoning
The adventures of Vic Spencer
Big Vic is about to come my way get rich quicker
Sicker than an AIDS infected snicker
Jack the ripper when it comes to my visits
Most rappers is bums and business
I take yo spine and twist it
I got my own flavored liquorish it's delicious
I'm posted like Dutchy at the tip
Rodgers Park I had my spot two tone glocks on Fargo with the poley roasted
I put the garlic on bread I put the green on vibrant papers
I put the lime green on the haters
Bitch