Some for the content all for delivery
Pick apart a rapper Vicll heart attack em visibly
Serious as serious does, collective wisdom
Rushed over to Premier for The Exorcism
Speak your mind, never get too scientific
Im a flying discus over ya hat, and I aint fixed to collab
The kind of fix only to keep em coming back
Slamming the MP will have em humming that, yeah
They wanna know, Whatchya name? Where ya come from?
Whats the game plan? Same path, for the lump sum!
Straight from Long Island, gunning for the mass appeal
Big sword, only a half a shield catch up
Vic arrives without breaking stride, without
Missing Im taking lives
See I did it for years and years, keep a place inside
To the game that yall patronize
Who ya facing? I V-I-C, mindstate Bonaparte,
My pen hits the canvas to brandish you owing hearts
Still we building, keep the streets lateral
Preem brought it outta me, now I bring it out outta you
The Exorcist
Its the real ill
Its the real ill, microphone enhancer
Pass me the mic, guaranteed Ill rock it
Uh! I fade the charge like Im Tony Ducks
Its only us, the power, the dollar, what holds me up
Like a cowards revolver you fold under pressure
Marciano punchlines, I throw one to test ya chin
Waiting to blessed again?
The Exorcist, melt tracks down and necksll spin, uh
Why you flow so fly? I show both sides,
Disrespecting the game and I Dont. Know. Why.
Something you dont wanna battle with
Vic is on the haggling shit
Changing the rules Im the catalyst whose
Dis-embarrassment, kick a rhyme for us
I do it for gun, hooptys, 89 Taurus
There you go. Here I come, feared by some
Spitting fire seared my tongue, hereby drunk
Like I havent hit, puberty how clear I come
The Radicals, Little Vic, Primo, draw it outta you
The Exorcist
Its the real ill
Its the real ill, microphone enhancer
Pass me the mic, guaranteed Ill rock it
Lord Jesus, save us from the fires of hell
Save us from all our desires as well
Cause I aint, tryin ta get popped or die in a cell
Im not tryna ta keep options for clientele
Cause these streets kept me locked without applying help
Younguns looking up to me, I rock Orions Belt!
They said The psychos diary might inspire me
He use his own sick words to fight anxiety, yeah
But you have no clue what its like inside of me
Looking for a way out and its frightening, I agree!
Come one, come all flood all battle crews
Preem brought it outta me, now I bring it out outta you
The Exorcist
Its the real ill
Its the real ill, microphone enhancer
Pass me the mic, guaranteed Ill rock it