LVLN UP - VIC MENSA

Aarhn! M'ahyɛ da na mama mo low gap (now!) Did it on purpose (ahh) Anytime I hear myself rap (hui!) I get a lil' nervous (ahh) Ɔmo disse they want me to hit back (now!) So they can sell records No matter what you do I'm still Sark (woo!) Oouu I'm so reckless Tema boy ah mede rap no akɔ Las Vegas (ha!) Ɛhefa na mode mo nnwom no akɔ duru, come tell us (now!) Chale me I'm always at the top mempɛ last (woo!) Ɛyɛ mesɛ moafɛ ne mе mo nkɔ checki intervals (ha!) Mo twɛn me sɛ mɛ loosе nigga I was born a winner (now!) Mo firi sɛ m'awie, I'm warming up the dinner (yes!) I be going hard like I'm a fucking beginner (ha!) Ɔhemaa forgetti boy no hop in the beamer, let's go Nigga don't kill my vibe (now!) Ɔmo firisɛ pressure bɛma nnipa a coili Nigga we're still outside (woo!) Everybody wanna see a nigga go down But you ain't gonna touch my pride (no!) Nasɛ ɛba no rap ah nobody like me I'll be killing dem till I die (yes!), illest nigga alive Say they wan' stop me, I doubt that (ha!) Take a lil' break then I bounce back (yes!) Ɛba no Ghana rap ah, I am a fuckin' outcast Dawgi ten years, I was only doing sound check (ahh) I put my heart in this and niggas been doing the worst (now!) Omo se m'akyɛ but who be putting in the work (now!) Life's too short, goddamn it Tɛsɛ Drake space ɔde maa Lil Durk, ha! Oooh! Everyday bless that's my vibration ay I can't waste my time with waste men Tom Ford Noir Smell like wealth, she like my fragrance Porsche Cayenne Pull it up, fill it up with vibrations Shake the block! Big chain, big man, big vibration Pop out every day like an occasion 'Cause we made it that's a celebration It's going down, ay Send a bottle of Jamba Sit at yo' table and pass it around, ay This is a hit, I got Sarkodie back on the mound I used to ride on a bus then I got it bussin' just looking at me now (yeah) I feel like the mayor when I'm in Accra, we dey runnin' the town Osu what's happenin', Dzorwulu what's crackin', Nima what's brackin' I might pull up in Burma with all the sticks you'd think I was campin' Me and M.Dot in that M dot 6 we speedin', we mashin' (yeah) I'm getting paid everyday, Daily Paper my fashion International calls to all of my dawgs that's locked on the yard They behind bars living through my bars They just wanna see me shine I'm a star I got brothers wanna see me a dead man, I feel like Mufasa & Scar You look like you ain't be getting no bread man You niggas been counting your carbs I been eating now but I had to starve Money vanished like I saw a mirage I was down bad, dabbled in fraud Selling pounds and cracking 'em cards Polo Beach club we in a VIP Shout out to Smallgod, Joey Lit From Chicago to the Zongo, chaley call me Koforidua Vic Oooh! Everyday bless that's my vibration ay I can't waste my time with waste men Tom Ford Noir Smell like wealth she like my fragrance Porsche Cayenne Pull it up, fill it up with vibrations Shake the block! Big chain, big man, big vibration Pop out every day like an occasion 'Cause we made it that's a celebration

There's alot goin' on, but this the dynasty The crazy man's keepin' me up, I'm not sleepin' My fit too fresh to be doin' the housekeepin' The maids cost too much, started cleanin' my own closet Livin' childhood fantasies, dealin' with grown problems Got a brand new bae, she keep me good like the music If the Roc is here, throw up your diamonds and hood cubics No I.D. said it's time to take these goofy niggas out rap Drop bombs over Baghdad on these SoundCloud outcasts I stray away to say the way my days would be without rap My mind drifts to back before the Chi was labelled Chiraq Then Chief Keef dropped in 2012, now it's a drill I was waitin' in the wing like a bird on a windowsill Now I'm the fresh prince, I think I know how my uncle feel He sent this dope shit to my veins like fiends on any deal After we build on existing structures, shift the culture Like George Bush searchin' for weapons of mass destruction Think I'm 'bout to blow! But this ain't the Middle East This the midwest and we the royal family like Della Reese SAVEMONEY the new dynasty like Death Row in '93 The same year my mother's water broke on 57th St Mama Mensah knew she raised a very special man Young Muhammad in the ring with the power in my hands To defy the federation like Ali in Vietnam The Roc is still alive, throw your diamonds up again Yeah, I carry the Roc like a runnin' back, hundred miles and runnin' back Hov the president, he flyin' private in Obama's jet Vic the young hitta, I want it with any nigga My problems' deeper than rap, ain't a problem to bury niggas Cemetery diggers will be ready for your favorite rapper Catch him stompin' in my yard, I step up like a Beta Kappa I am nothin' like these actors, they're only on camera I hit 'em in the head like Holly Holm hit Ronda And my home is Rwanda, blood diamonds and minors High school students with guns hidin' in their binder Gotta wear a clear bookbag and wear a hood pass Hit you from the blindside, that's a no look pass Rookie season, Steve Nash, they are just my sons Catchin' alley oops, catch 'em in the alley, oops I heard a certain who's who mad that I like the danger Get your priorities straight like Hermione Granger Sixteen in the magazine and one in the chamber Sneak it in the club, that's a club banger This is not a diss song, this a disclaimer Sorry that your management can't manage my anger Violence is not the answer but, Lord, they done brought it to me You gon' see a side of me, the South Side taught it to me They gon' think I'm Akeem when I pull up and pull A semi Uzi, auto, fully out the Robert Geller hoodie Yeah, Pelle Pelle bloody, Motown Berry Gordy With the shits, lavatory, tell a nurse, purgatory Minimums is mandatory, crack sentencin' Bad parentin', put his dad on Maury, just another classic story I know there's no master for me, I don't even buy chains I don't rock diamonds, I just need the Roc chain I don't get high no more, I go high octane They should call the rap game my name, this is my game, Vic! To the police You can not (You can not!) You can not (You can not!) You can not (You can not! You will not (You will not!) Kill me (Kill me!) If you want justice, make some noise Let's go 16 shots 16 shots 16 shots 16 shots 16 shots 16 shots 16 shots 16 shots

Can you wait for me baby You the only one on my mind Summer nights don't cold as winter When you're not by my side I don't care if I look crazy Nevermind who's been in your bed Do what you like what's your body I live in your head I-I-I ye-e-eah That's some that's real as rain That's some that's real as rain Put it on me You talk too much, I can't even explain I can't even, it's something metaphysical I can't even explain it, I never go explain I know you feel I'm true I can't even explain it, I never go explain I'm just feelin' right Can you let down your armor I know it's to guard your heart Made a fight for you like soldier You're a prisoner of war Lay my cards on the table I hear love is a losing game May I shoot my shot Never go explain I-I-I ye-e-eah That's some that's built to last That's some that's built to last Baby, I don't need it to make sense I can't even explain I can't even, it's something metaphysical I can't even explain it, I never go explain I know you feel I'm true I can't even explain it, I never go explain I been, I been here, you been near But I'm always there Let me know if you get this Loving you from a distance Let me know if you hit it I don't care if you hit it Come alive when you get not their I miss me through your window I can't even explain it, I never go explain it I can't even explain it, I never go explain I'm just feelin' right

(Bongo By The Way) Uh, got killers in the LA that take your life in a New York minute Uh, flying across the Atlantic with a * from across the Pacific Truth Sinning every night, every morning ask God for forgiveness You are now witnessing a God, God as my witness I think I finally realized the weight of the Law of Karma My fate in the jaw of Dharma When you Know your strength then your weaknesses are your armor Made it from beloved to hated through all the drama I had to learn from that place you could say its my alma-mater On my way up, * learned to play with them scales like Amadeus Our attitude was * you, we gut you if you don't pay us One finger get you rolled like a layup So many faces we lost, we could make a * mosaic The game's like San Andreas * Die, the streets replace with another player We keep faith in chaos Knee deep, saying prayers Allah, Muhammad God, Jesus Yahweh, Isa They all teachers Most * claim allegiance but they non-believers, in practice I could be guilty of the same infractions, its taxin' Claiming righteousness with heinous actions That's like the spirit equivalent of invading taxes Cuz the fact is, you know what's coming back in the end I use to flow as if my * was exempt, that was then I realized by being stabbed in the back by a friend I'm cappin, I say I'm not guilty of capital sin Just look at me On stage at the March for Our Lives With multiple gun charges, involved in homicides Look at me Crusading for violence against women Lying and cheating in every relationship I been in Look at me Speaking down on a dead man's image When that's the same reason I was beefing with Akademiks No matter what we got, karma comes back to get us I kill these * then ask for forgiveness, Ameen Uh uh, got killers in the LA that take your life in a New York minute Truth Uh, flying across the Atlantic with a * from across the Pacific Sinning every night, every morning ask God for forgiveness I walk in his image, Allah as my witness, my witness Allah is my witness Even back when I was dead broke, I still felt rich, yeah Pistol grip pump red scope on the KelTec, yeah Tell the truth, I'd rather be selfish than helpless I'm on a roof in the south of Spain eating shellfish Hello This is a free call from Swavell An incarcerated individual at Dixon Correctional Facility This call is subject to recordings and monitoring To accept this free call, press 1 You may start the conversation now Peace God I was building in the cell man, I was thinking about you man, so This where I'm at it bro Remember when I hit you with that Egyptian Book of the Dead? Well you know God I put you onto that for a reason I did that 'cause, that's you bro Thats your story Look, everything Osiris went through That's what you at with it right now Just think about it You a world civilizer, that was lured by the industry Into your own sarcophagus Ripped to pieces by your conspirators By the media, by those jealous of you for no reason And by other demonic agents of the system Then you was put back together Rebuilt by Isis, your wisdom To rule everything from the land of the dead In your case, it's the land of the mentally dead All of this happened to the god by the time he was 28 You 28 right now god, you feel me And that's holy breath right there bro