[Intro: Vice Verses]

Uh, uh, uh. Vice Verses. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Hahaha, for the mixtapes in six dates. Feel me. Yo

[Verse 1: Vice Verses]

Bear witness: the sickest lyricist in existence

Inflicting your mind every time that I spit this

Technique of torture. Let’s meet the author

Of the best-selling head-swelling the felon has to offer

Cross the line of logic, intro to insanity

Hand me a mic, watch me wipe out humanity

Calamities and chaos way off in a séance

Pack a 9-iron but a nigga never play golf

You ain’t up to par. I’m verbally bizarre

Bypassing your operations, taking your heart

Transplanting, your man’s standing with a dose of humility

You lied ‘cause you can’t stand it. Damn, dude, you killing me

What I recite’s last Vice will and testament to the ill emcee

Bugging out, make ‘em need more repeat than a millipede

So will you please see who you fucking with?

I won’t let you slide—you ain’t saying nothing slick

Of course you want to bite my styles, you suckling

Get you open like Sesame—yo, on these Streets, you can’t see me

Like Snuffleupagus. And I’m done with this

[Interlude 1: Dash (of Network Reps)]

Oh, oh, oh, oh, yo. Stat Quo, that’s my man. Ayyo, listen, Dub Z, that’s my man. Ayyo, listen, Tru P, that’s my man. Ayyo, there ain’t a thing we can’t do or place we can’t go

[Verse 2: Dash (of Network Reps)]

Yo, heavyweight material on the plate

Every state I done hit, I just flip and celebrate

Stay traveling: Florida, New York, Maryland

Camcorder when a brother want to flash back again

Told my people, “Tell ‘em I ain’t home when they call Dash”

With the amount of payphone cats calling, it’s all trash

If you don’t know it by now, we in and out, dipping

No place to hang around—downtown, got recognition

For hardheads that never listen, they got the roof off

And the signs for the entrance and exit missing

Don’t got to worry ‘bout my life—I stay peace, Most High

Let me walk with closed eyes, but don’t sleep

‘Cause ain’t a category made yet for cats that stick around

But where your tape end? Fake friends, I’ll spray friends regardless

Rap cartridge in a compartment slot

Target locked, so keep the door to the apartment locked, then

Put the knob on your system to ten, stay tuned

Live and direct with volume, listening in before you

Ask questions on how Dash session’s run. Lesson one

The whole deal—stop half-stepping, son

[Interlude 2: Dash (of Network Reps) and Toxic]

Dash (of Network Reps): Aight? Aight?

Toxic: Aight. Eddie Ill & D.L. Yo, yo

[Verse 3: Toxic]

I’m off the hook like

I gotta quit it. I’ll shove a pencil in your temple

Write my name in your brain, leave a message in your mental

Write some rhymes in your memory, make sure you remember me

I ran up on niggas like calling Ferguson, caught ‘em on

The train, ain’t give a fuck who I was murdering

Innocent bystanders became a victim of a violent crime

In their nightmare, they’re seeing me busting a shiny 9

I’m so ill, the Ebola virus told me to chill. I’m ill

I’m so ill, my fucking tape come with a pack of penicillin pills

Top of the line. You know thrills, man. I’ll spark this

No grimy niggas that sold their seed to the black market

A moving target? I’ll make ‘em mumble, bust ‘em in their kneecaps

Such a waste of sticky like tree sap when it involves

The big stack for currency. Evade tax, make

The IRS want to murder me. No emcees equivalent

Like manslaughter or murder or homicide, I kill shit

I’m out of order, run up in a church, commit a holy slaughter

Guzzle all the blood and his blood, come walking out

Pissing holy water. Respect me like Pope John Paul

Before I get the pounds for you clowns. I got the deuce pounds

The trey pounds and four pounds and the trey-pound-sevens

I’m sinister—before you see me, I’ll burn your eyes out

Bomb ultraviolet shit to make the ozone layer die out

I’m solar-hot, hot like heat lightning when I’ll be striking

Spit three raps that melt the polar caps. My style’s

Grown fully—never prenatal, I’m fatal with mice

Like ninjas with katana knives. If we were joints

You’d be [?], I’d be [?]. If we was alcohol

We’d be [?] and you’d be [?]

I’ll flow like H2—add some oxygen, that equals water

Rhymes I kick, my styles be magnificent

Like manslaughter or murder homicide, I’m killing shit

[Interlude 3: Misseda Flow]

One time. Eddie Ill, D.L. It’s the Flow who’s wrecking. Yo, yo

[Verse 4: Misseda Flow]

So you heard Flow in the show when you’re looking for more taste

I’m seeing more flavor than the lips on a whore’s face

Tracks I rip can knock the shit out of Conrail

Having your mom turning back for my raps like they’re on sale

Will impale and rip the new songs with just my two arms

I’ll rip more mics than bitches clip coupons

I’m scary like two blondes driving a u-corn

In an obstacle course with some high-heeled shoes on

Too strong, got it going on whenever night

Or day I rhyme, your girlfriend say I’m fine and, plus, smooth

I'll "Rule the World" like Kurtis Blow in the movie Krush Groove

I starting rhyming in ’89 and now I’m a pro at it

Got your mind robbing stores to support him—it’s the Flow habit

Intelligent, handsome, and blessed since my born day

Even crippled people breakdance when my song play

I’m staggering, so anyday’s a wrong day for battling

We could stay at the roots or take it up to Madison

Square. God, you’ll pull your hair hard like some chickens wrestling

Am I nice or am I fucking nice? Pick the question

Challenging me? Come equipped with your best game

You’re stupid like bitches writing checks in the express lane

I’ll dress plain—conservative time swerve with the mic

Like I was driving on the Hawk's Nest nervous at night

[Interlude 4: Misseda Flow]

Word up. And I’m out like that

[Verse 5: Yejide the Night Queen]

Chocolate-complected, heavily respected. My mannerisms

Reflected by my seeds, then interjected

How their respective traits, intellect projects their fate

On this Earth as I birth this sense of self-worth

So what you saying? I’ll be the Mama Wise, the elder wisdom

Recognize my stamina. I damage your aura

Lack of horror on the Freedom Enterprise

Without this black woman, yo, you can’t rise

To the level you was destined to be at. Some cats

Don’t see that and bring strife when I bring forth my light

But that’s aight. I still persevere. My peace and love

Disseminates throughout the atmosphere. I’ll cut ties

Like Geppetto when I let go of energy not conducive

To my growth. I’ll take an oath to be three sea-level

Above my adversaries. Their levels vary but never

Reaching mine. I’m teaching rhyme skills that many, many ladies

Don’t possess. Since the eighties, I’ve been blessed

With seeds, so Mama Wise know what the babies need. Now what

You talking? You flossing with your fake hairdress

Enhancing your breasts and your name-brand dress

You can’t contest without profanity. You say you not

A role model—yo, that’s insanity. When you in the public eye

Then all of us are watching you—young and old look up to you

But make sure you’re a queen, not a sex fiend

[Outro: Yejide the Night Queen]

Yeah, Brooklyn representing hard up in this piece. What the deal? Yejide the Night Queen