"Convert back to the original concepts where lyrical logics reign infinite And we didn't have punk niggas rhymin' like infants upon chrome-plated microphones and sorry-ass producers that I'd never condone Bitch-made niggas lookin' like they Home Alone as a melody of this black violent possesses me directly All up in your ass just like vasectomy niggas couldn't check me as if their cranial cavity migrated to all 206 regions of the human anatomy And abstract tendencies evolve my mind sporadically like slugs to your temple, fluctuations in my vocabulary keep the mentality never simple However your word is, my motive is simply to kill you by movin' your bone structures just like Jiu-Jitsu In case I miss you, this could all just happen to you This could all just happen to you..."

"It's ViceGrip comin' to you live Spittin' live on the set, word Comin' atcha, little somethin' for these loud writin' niggaz" -Nature's balance is way off-balance- "I left my true identity back in Africa and changed my name, learned the rules to the game and never forgot whence I came From the Motherland I landed, bitch niggas get reprimanded on the freestyle, which is my only design to make my niggas rewind and pull out the La-Z-Boy and just recline back into the sofa Because life be fuckin' you over and more-a and more-a and more-a and more-a and more-a That's why it's hard for most of these niggas to ever be sober but I gotta get over Like a 747 Fly Zone dipped in fly chrome sometimes when I'm home alone, I sit back, pop in 'Illmatic' and just zone to the perpendicular angles of my head bobbin' to the melody Plus all you fake-ass niggas said to me I keep all my lyrical logic weaponry formulated carefully in this dilated paradigm where we constantly always thinkin' that we out of time so I gots to be long-penetrating with the rhyme like a thousand blazing arrows pointed straight up toward the sky So I constantly got to stop runnin' through my mind: "What if everything I knew was latent by design like..." -Nature's balance is way off-balance- "Immaculate conception, well-versed in lyrical logic weapons I look him in the eye, but all these niggas keep half-steppin' So I'm fortified, a stone fortress in my mind with ammunition Keep processing like the technician while in intermission Well I guess the plot thickens.. I only write to get my point across like Charles Dickens Bitches askin' me for the 'D' like they the Missus When they receive it, it's like they couldn't believe it Like some substrate straight from a dream and... BUT they be weeded BUT bitches always still schemin' That's why you never-ever see 'em leavin' after 7 P.M. 'Cause it's Doc Strangelove up in action, got 'em climaxin' To the point after the fact they be askin' "What happened?" Then I sit 'em down and say it's just a natural reaction... it's just a natural reaction from the sounds that we blastin' makin' you just move that ass and... the groove is everlastin' it's just a natural reaction"

"I look into the sniper's eye 10x magnified through my vision cypher For the hollow heads, rip ya to shreds just like The Viper My mind's encrypted just like Ebonics and complicated like high-tech 'tronics With my data flowin' forever constant we'll never-ever be on it But my third eye vision be burnin' like Astigmatism but yet I manage to impregnate your mind with the fuckin' wisdom With my appearance peaceful just like a fuckin' dove Before my liquid swords kill my victims in cold blood Burnin' they body up like contact from a slug Leavin' their frame cracked-out like Pookie on drugs From this Teflon ominous set to car-tarnishin' Deliverin' you lyrical logic homonyms It's got your mind fallin' inside the black void inside your head ... that I'm the green-eyed bandit Pale jumper, that be leapin' over planets Keep your jewels protected and unaffected with guns and swords comin' unsheathed comin' for the next piece so check it... Be aware things ain't always as they seem That's why my state of mind remain green My fiber-optics stay sharper than blades composed of onyx And cut through ya body faster than niggas do to Ebonics Mathematics was our consequence for niggas shootin' each other up like they got no fuckin' sense 'Cause we insane, not able to maintain Gradual life gains, they corrupt our man's brains Straight torturin' Batman and Robin-like, comin' through the... Anti-climactic, non-cinematic crews we preyed upon but whom we never reenacted Mass appeal was a dream of attention-fanatics soon to be crack addicts Infinitely futile as the stars up in our galactics Through immutable jack knives sent throughout your mental In God We Trust through gats we bust It's .... causin' us to act so disastrous My respiration got these cats all Speed Racin' Fast chafin', devastation upon epidermis I blade it, see if you hurtin' across your surface Acceleratin' through your fuckin'... mental nervous systems encrypted Kinda ironic 'cause that's the type of system that we live in Be aware things ain't always as they seem That's why my state of mind remain green"

"Yo it's killin' me mentally 'cause nobody's feelin' me I gotta finish out what I started initially which is why I love it and other times I often seem to hate it 'Cause this hip-hop shit never really compensated for the emptiness that I felt inside And other times I often contemplated suicide sometimes I wanna live and sometimes I wanna die Sometimes I wanna chill and sometimes I lose my mind it's a fucked up thing, when there ain't no yin to your yang Sometimes I don't even know why I was brought up in this game in the wrong day and plus the wrong age I'mma preach my shit 'til I lay deep up in my grave never livin' like a mental slave Bang your head to the rhythm that continues to play while I'm stating my mind-state at a divine rate at hours oscillate I'm tryin' to go against the grain shit's got me goin' insane inside my motherfuckin' brain Which is why I have these nightmares every time I lay visions of demons appearin' out of every single word I say Consuming the souls of niggas that I used to know I seen it all through the eyes of a black crow The dismembered remains of a little girl that was only eight years old Masses of people being engulfed by inferno shorties stickin' burners in their little mouths Pullin' the triggers so they can find an easy way out but no matter how hard they try Every time they pull the trigger, nobody would ever die immobilarity of the dream wouldn't let me cry So I sat there in silence and through the crows all I did was observe The scene full of violence I couldn't wake up from it and I couldn't stop it so I stopped breathing until I fell unconscious And then I woke up with an I.V. in my arm with the feelin' of a strange sensation And the rushes of medication flowin' through my body, it be stoppin' my animation until the sequels I watch I guess I'm just another motherfuckin' patient Just another fuckin' patient"

"Yo we rhyme for the hip-hop heads, yeah yo watch out for them TRACERS MUTHAFUKKA gonna come quick on you, like this on it Beats bangin' in your system 'til the shit fall out, riddled you out Raindancin' through ya muthafuckin' house Grand-groove shit real-tight-smooth shit make you wanna get-up-and-make-you-wanna-move shit If you move bricks or even if you cruisin' in ya whip I make music for thugs or even the kids Burn with the verbal vernacular my thoughts keep attackin' ya with concepts spectacular Even through my intermissions I make you niggas listen even when I'm talkin' or even when I'm spittin' I got you hooked from the concept enlisted from my mental, you're gonna really love the type of shit we gon' get into All PG-type slayin' fly rhyme sayin' My pen is my Excalibur plus verbal vernacular functions as a sword-swing As I keep on slashin' ya in this intellectual intercourse With this melody that I rhyme across in my drunken mic stance after all ya lives is lost Carbon-copy masters of ceremony sellin' their souls for a high cost That's not the reason... what we rhyme for? That's not the reason... what we rhyme for? That ain't the reason... what we rhyme for? I'mma tell you... the reason What we rhyme for? What we rhyme for? Yo, we rhyme for the hip-hop heads crazy knotty-headed dreads and niggas restin' in peace 'cause they dead You could chill to this shit while you dozin' in your bed Listen to ViceGrip while you bangin' in your head... bang-bangin' In your headset Bang-bangin' in your headset While you're bangin' in your headset just like this yo... Swingin' on this microphone in this standalone complex Rhyme flex we can bust sex for techs or bust rhymes for less Or we can just dance to the music, to the muzak even though I'm not internationally known, I can make y'all swing too when I speak in this microphone Higher than a 747 Fly Zone even as a live chrome In this underground forgotten complex that I own composed of the remains of the Lost Tribe Ancient odysseys of lost lives yo I speak in drunk tongue The mind is ammunition terminology remains the gun 'Cause everytime I bust I make y'all niggas run just because I think it's fun 'Cause my mental's high strung I collapse my iron lung after all the rhyme is done"

"Just a little story for ya... Yo life is just a dream sanity was never as it seemed Being tormented everytime I took time to breathe while on the other side of me There was block hustlin' and currency whether from behind or right in front of me It was virtually monitored so despite the grim reality of our lives It was always somethin' kinda funny despite the constant surveillance Niggas could purchase services even if they never had enough C.R.E.A.M. to pay it All throughout this turbulent metropolis Heaven's net is wide so the angels kept on watchin' us Which sterilized ironic cause nobody's ever stoppin' us From committin' self-genocide accompanied by blue-and-white and borderline psychos When I ride thru project ghettos that are forever entwined between crack, plagues, murderers and flatlines Plus the fine jedi mind tricks strikin' us from behind when grind hits as we fall further down the path of our own eminent demise, bliss... 'Cause nowadays, incarceration takes niggas by surprise despite the truth, lies never will subside Throughout vision of third eyes 'cause everytime I write a angel cries and a demon always dies Hold up to leave my vocal sterilized to leave niggas forever circumsized Plus my mind's like a computer with poetry I murder, range like the shooter Like Marxists stated my brain's forever incarcerated long enough to leave the Ghostface Killah faceless My liquid swords piercin' teflon faster than hollow tips so when I cut your ribs you'll hear my name, you'll holler it Your screams aren't enough to halter it but causin' me to pull my punches And excel my energy while tightly grippin' my blade while your corpse lies, danglin' on the other end of me Motionless, before I cut your body up proportionless in mere seconds I reckon I better bounce before them lousy pigs get an alibi to be checkin' that'll teach your stupid bitch-ass a lesson Before you started hood-reppin', you shoulda got to steppin' but nah, you wanted to feel the wrath of my liquid weapons I heard the sirens so I started fleein' this shit ain't my fault 'cause all a nigga wanted was his freedom But hopefully they'll take me, give me a second to breathe if not, testify for about a half an hour Sit back, hold up my right fist for Black Power"

"But at the same time it's hard to even remotely describe the life and times that we live in It's so unforgiving my brain created seven different personalities just like ... Just to cope with the different shit I go through emotions function just like a flux capacitor to constantly convert gigabytes into dark matter Forcin' memory data to synchronize into fabricated laughter 'cause I'm not really laughing, it's just a coping mechanism Just to deal with the constant lies and the fucking skepticism Plus I'm not even a actor or a fuckin rapper I just speak my conscience into electronic devices hoping that I'm speakin' shit to touch your life with My only vice is, when I meet niggas that say they writin' but in reality they be bitin' I look 'em in the eyes and they can't even deny it multiple vices trapped inside my mind With incarcerated demons that I freed outta Brain Block Cell D nigga don't even try to tell me 'cause if I set 'em free They'll probably kill everything they see there's a reason why I'm so anti-social To stop the .9 and .44 from goin' blow-blow all up in the side of your fuckin' dome-dome Hide your body and niggas would never even know so then we gotta go-go Skip town never came back any mo'-mo' 'cause the situation got me feelin' kinda so-so Cross the border changin' my identity the last they heard of me, I was in Puerto Rico-co (Puerto Rico-co) And I stay concealed in society government always be eyein' me But they'll never find me true identity hidden in about a thousand different faces In about a thousand different places scattered all throughout major races I keep migratin' to entirely different locations Verbal nomad, walkin' on this never-endin' odyssey like David Carradine bitches who wanna stay in my story wanna marry me But I could never commit 'cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane I don't know if I'll be back again hold me and smile for me Tell me that you'll wait for me even if it takes all of eternity Let me know that you will be there for me, never forget me 'cause our souls are locked together like a Trinity Connection was never-ever meant to be 'til our souls stay together in infinity Nothing remains but the love memory (the love memory)"

"Yo, a quarter past midnight shorty tryna get right The Ghetto Storyteller, a-yo that's what I spit like Straight up in the sky with a thousand things in mind Like : "if God was black, then why is His race condemned to doin' crime?" Plus sometimes... I find myself in a criminal state of mind Just thinkin' I kill a nigga and leave him dead and stinkin' for no particular reason Niggas think I'm leavin' but really I'm schemin' Tryna find a way to get this C.R.E.A.M.'in for the evening just so we could live a little longer rock a little harder plus for a hour So I can bust a bit longer 'cause my mindstate's stay changin' on me at a faster rate For my physical to keep up with, uh, at a constant pace Yo, it's black sessions Black sessions Blacker than automatic weapons Black as my soul Blacker than skid marks crossin' up through intersections Black Mecca, black gold, black guns, black crow Blackest nigga you know Black is new Black is old 'Cause I'm black, blackity-black Black as the nigga on CB4 Black coals Black niggas with tinted re-Black Belts on Black mind Black fo' Black eyes Black soul Black sessions, black sessions, black sessions Black verbal weapons Gunnin' up your entire persona here to center up on ya From here to California nigga hotter than a scorcher Chief Head Rocka, bust you like that nigga Blanka All the way from Omaha to Osaka When I'm teachin' you these lessons Black sessions Yo, black sessions representin' from the point I stepped in If you ever been up in a cypher that I crept in you could understand the concepts That E.T. would wreck upon your prospects the lyrical logics got you up in check Y'all niggas nonsense If you comin' live on the set, you might get tested 360 degrees and arrested Combustive element get you Terminated like Schwarzenegger Rockin' here all the way from Alpha to Omega, melodic slang blades swingin' at you, drunken rage Flip your vision got you seein' shit in seven different types of ways So you can see a new perspective literally Yo, black sessions Comin' through like black sessions"

"The VG's y'all, it don't stop y'all like... so just listen, now let's start this lyric killin' What more can I say, Top Billin' from this slot-grippin', soul fillin' illin' pantie raidin' madvillain Comin' through creating mad killings from the ground up, reversin' gravity Plus sound enhancement increasing my verbal polarity I swear if I could give this beat a ring I'd make it marry me but I can't... cause she wouldn't sign the pre-nup So now she gettin' eat up, plus weed up turn the heat up, she wouldn't listen to me so now she gettin' beat up And now carbon-copy niggas coming thru tryin' to please her, tryin' to see her, dime skeezer But they could never defeat her, which is why this Vice order p(l)izza through verbal detox niggas know how we knock When my internal clock goes tick-tock and niggas with the burners go click-clock when they run up in yo spot And stick you for all you got that's when you know son, yo the block is hot (yo the block is hot) 'Cause you could get knocked when walking two blocks from the designated spot, by a sniper's shot Hollow tip locked upon your head trigger pulled by a stupid knotty-headed dread Niggas on the corner don't even know why you dead such a sad way to close the book upon your life Even though you know damn well that you live trife lotta niggas gonna lie and your mother's gonna cry Knowin' that her only sonny died tryna be somethin' that he's not that's why we tell y'all fake-ass niggas that you need to stop Stop frontin' like Waka the Flock, rockin' skinny jeans actin' like you just bust shots Especially if you 21 livin' at your mother's spot a-yo, the shit don't stop (yo the shit don't stop) From revelations comin' through natural motivators innovatin' and highly edumacated Mixin' through like crossfaders damn I'm glad we made it Watch me bring back son, play it (X2) I gotta freak it any way, this let's me, so don't stop me or you'll get busted up like Apollo Creed in "Rocky" I'll turn your whole world topsy... turvy niggas tryin' to swerve me While I'm doin' about 130 cruisin' down to Mercy Boulevard even if I crash, yo, nothin' could hurt me 'Cause I'm Ebony Superman dipped in titanium black chrome-plated adamantium Gun-toting ex-convict slash murderer white superheroes never heard of Uzi clip insert-erers that run spots like Fort Knox incinerate like fire we bustin' niggas like Spencer from fuckin'... And we don't stop and I won't stop rockin' til I retire (I retire)"

"Enter the projects... all these niggas pop glocks The Ghetto Storyteller inhale the gunsmoke through his snotbox I might suffocate if this continues to escalate I rhyme away, considerin' I don't catch a bullet that could stray I see visions of random violence, yo each and everyday So I sit down and say "I gotta preserve my mindstate" 'Cause life has never been promised any single day In this place that I live Where little kids shootin' kids and niggas robbin' what we give Sellin' crack for a mill' where niggas shoot just to kill So I maintain my will I gotta preserve my mindstate Word, I gotta preserve my mindstate I gotta preserve my mindstate so I can rhyme great Never on time, late so you rewind tapes of ViceGrip to grave, yo Precipitate the hooks that I elope upon these breaks Shallow niggas never understand the words I say but still I manage to keep my sane In my fuckin' brain to keep me from unloading on some bitch-ass nigga's face In this place that I live Where little kids shootin' kids and niggas robbin' what we give Sellin' crack for a mill' where niggas shoot just to kill So I maintain my will, yo Word, so I maintain my will so... I gotta preserve my mindstate so I can rhyme great Never on time, late so you rewind tapes of ViceGrip to grave, word So... ViceGrip to grave Bust triggers stampede upon your weak composition stop, look, and listen Nigga stop stitchin' everytime I see you You're in the spot switchin' wishin' you could get a new deposition New bus, screwface, new place to live in outside the projects, outside the ghetto Chillin' with the white bitch that rock stilettos pissy drunken every night, sippin' Amaretto Just a minor snapshot did you get the memo? Back to reality... now I'm on the get-go Playin' dusty-ass niggas just like Nintendo if you never hear no, Never-never see no evil all up in Coleco-Vision Delayed intermission breakin' bummy niggas down like dark division with precision Hear a thousand melodies everytime you listen Conceal the sounds... kinda ugly to me like black jokes, it was never really ever funny to me So I gotta preserve my mindstate, what so I just rhyme great"

"And I stay trapped in this hollow hell where only the liars, the schemers and the money-hungry bitches dwell A-yo poppa always said that there'd be days like this hold your head and just stay strong, and you'll accomplish Never heard truer words that I could acknowledge and now I'm sittin' here reminiscin' Over this lady that I'm missin' guess she never thought that I was good enough to get with I'm sure that at least one of you could prob'ly feel this or relate with these types of situations Love can make a man fucking crazy I built up a wall around my heart and now I front like 'ain't nothin' that could ever faze me' Uh, joke's on me she fuckin plays me all crazy hard all in close-up on that Glen Close tip Who would've ever thought that it would end like this? I used to love the chick, cared for her, her lover elegant and delicate will never find another Paragon upon my life ain't no-one above her tryin' to figure this shit out like my name was Danny Glover She used to be my heart, my joy, my laughter but now I'm just an emotional adapter adaptin' to every chapter of pain in my life From here on after... it's fucked up like that and it... Always had feelings for the lady from the heart I remember lonely ethers while I'm playin' basketball Then she came through and took a shot at my heart 100 percent, from the feel wasn't average her physical and mental was infinitely accurate to my perceptions Plus the bullshit, she wasn't havin' it all the time I spent with her, I would attack it Constantly adaptin' to all my baby's actions the yin to my yang when the accidents would happen Physical conception of happiness and balance absence of evidence and evidence of absence Our mentals were connected upon physical attraction love me in my laughter and helped me through my sadness But then last autumn... I went away to school but little did I know I'd be the one to play the fool She told me while I was gone she'd been fuckin' around with some other dude I never knew situation wasn't even cool I had my heart upon attack I didn't know how to react, and that was actual fact confused for all these different types of reasons It's like she took my heart and smashed it into tiny pieces the next day she broke it off with me just like that Now, tell me why you wanna do that, love, huh? Now, tell me why you wanna go and do that love, huh? Now, tell me why you wanna go and do that-that, now Now, tell me why you wanna do that, love, huh? Keeps killin' me softly... third verse keeps killin' me softly It keeps killin' me softly was causin' me to stayin' (?) From anybody on a love perspective but then again I left it all but in my mind this girl remains exceptional So you need to step off and find your own cause all I really want is to be alone Just her and I 'til the day we die in our own world yo, I wanted to make it a reality But too bad she didn't feel the same about me these types of thoughts begin to cloud me and shroud me all in negativity Couldn't understand why her memory left me overloaded like a mainframe but still somehow I still manage to maintain But tell me, cause I still love her does that make me insane?"

"It be the V-I-C-E-G-R-I-P all up in your mothafuckin' Sector C So, click-clack erase to format my brain The (?) to forget whence I came corrupt our knowledge flowin' outside of my memory banks Like that nigga who was forced to walk the plank into the deepest blue that could cleanse even the most clouded mind, true Keep your ass steppin' just like the S Troop twistin' just like my loops And crap like ghetto landscapes upon poor stoops from the most twisted pretzel logic Bustin' from a 9mm the bullet, would probably be hard to dodge it From contact brought about (?) oh wait, let me rephrase After being hit, you awake in a project landscape Followed by ghetto handshakes where life is dependent upon how much a nigga make Whether you a nigga with his finger upon the trigger Or a businessman willing to do it bigger make sure to keep your stacks low 'Cause jealousy is a number-one killa among us black folk That ain't the last note that's the stack flow And fast motion is better than slow as my speech is based upon better last notes" "And peace to all you rap snitches tellin' all your business I shit on wack rappers And leave em like Hershey's Kisses to all my haters willin' for me and show em my true face as if my name was Darth Vader And you too would probably be domed-in just like the Earth's crater Or deeper than Scarface is willin' to possess the papers or probably be bodied up in the Inn Just cause you wanted to say hi to my little friends I can see the Grim Reaper now crackin' a grin cause he knows he's gonna have to make a few more trips again And who thinks lyrically rhymin' is similar to prime timin' That constantly to keep bad brothas fallin' out of line and-and keep hustlin' niggas (...?) and try to get the VP's a good record signin' Order at least 3 G's (...?) Sorry... no more today I'm out, Vice, PEACE"

"A-yo we cool out and smooth out yo what, what... It's like this, it's ViceGrip A-yo we cool out and smooth out with honeys that love to keep poppin' the Henny out In late hours above the clouds, I stumble out Whistlin' Dixie, reminiscin' over this chick that prolly miss me But that was way back when I used to cruise around in my Grandpa's Cadillac That was a couple of shades lighter than black yo, imagine that... at age 70 That nigga was pullin' more pussy than I did at the age of 16 yo peep what I mean: I was just a b-ball playin' lyrical logic rhyme sayin' Nappy-headed little niglet that no honey would ever waste her time to get wit' So I said "fuck it" and then we formed ViceGrip And now we cool out and smooth out and now we cool out and smooth out and just coast... (DJ GRIP): And take a look at the rhymes me and Vice, we take it easy at times Often hard at work, seldom we take it in strides this shit is our pride You motherfuckers can't take this shit serious so we take it for you, take your soul and spin it You just be materializing in it sucked up with the music, concerned with the fame We don't want the glory, the music keeps us sane so let it take you away We're not so different 'cause we just like to... we just like to... Cool out and smooth out take late nights to move out And back into our minds crawl into primitive disguise It separates us from other MCs we creep and we hide from daylight In the night, we blossom and we share stories all of our past worries The late-night talkers and the subtle morning glories ...spine shivers and good times, it's ViceGrip It's ViceGrip... peace"