Worst Fears Confirmed - Lyrics - Vakill

uh, V to the Izza Chicago, we on the map now A lot of new faces in the game Looks like it's about our time Some of y'all getting ahead of y'all selves Fronting like y'all kings I respect what y'all doing but I air all y'all the *** out From the eye(?) of the violent storm, darkest cloud on a funnel mission With slugs that travel through barrels with tunnel vision (whoa) Clips too extensive, spit too offensive From the Chi, love don't live here no more, rent too expensive Push weight in a sentence, tell them not to wait on my sentence Am I God's personally weapon of mass destruction or Satan's apprentice? Nice, but I'm hating repentance Coca-Cola killer; twist your ***, leave a prize under every cap, no blatant resentments Look, let the drama come, I'm bent on having it The crowd don't move, whoever intends on grabbing it Is fighting off full blown AIDS with Flintstone tablets Whether *** feel me or not, regardless (bow) Heartless (bow), spit in front of the hardest (crowd) If they start booing, I'm sticking fans Artest style Recognize ***, the darkest cloud ***, I'm back Guess who's back in this *** again, full term Yup, your worst fears confirmed You better learn The crowd don't move, wait your turn What else can I si-say? (V to the Izza) Guess who's back in this *** again, full term Yup, your worst fears confirmed You better learn The crowd don't move, wait your turn What else can I si-say? (V to the Izza) More ray ***(?), I'm an *** with a built-in sniper lens Your top ten rappers top ten got no type of wins I've been nasty sense birth, *** a jersey The hall of fame retired a couple of my *** diapers then The truth is my(?) umbilical was chopped from the naval Darkest Cloud didn't go pop but I'm stable Never been dropped from my label I gauged my career to a fat *** at a buffet and brought a lot to the table The game's less diverse So *** peace until it left my curse And rookies claiming they the best since BIG's death, that's(?) worst *** please, you have yet to spit some *** that could *** with a Left Eye verse I'm sonning, as long as the one in the sky hung They say the good die young Mostly over *** and women that's high-strung But them same *** throwing me the *** like they (? ... ?) Guess who's back in this *** again, full term Yup, your worst fears confirmed You better learn The crowd don't move, wait your turn What else can I si-say? (V to the Izza) Guess who's back in this *** again, full term Yup, your worst fears confirmed You better learn The crowd don't move, wait your turn What else can I si-say? (V to the Izza) I hold it down for my *** that's spending they last days in the country And the *** that's spending them work laced in the brownies For the *** that's popped jest(?), I'm raising the bounty Til your brains on your moms with the shell casings around me That's real talk with real chalk on ya' Resting in a twin glock coma, the flow is glaucoma Who's seeing me now? Out emceein' me now I went in 106 *** on the audience with AJ & Free in the crowd And I ain't no *** mix tape fake thug You'd get AK slugs in that *** shaped fake mug And it's alright to the show the late greats love But some of y'all riding dicks and don't know it like the date *** drug Catch me with your little niece on the couch Kick her out the house, no blouse, Caprise's on slouch(?) I ain't ***, I just poked at her throat like a Capri Sun pouch Point blank: I'm a *** problem, capiche? I'm out And there it is Guess who's back in this *** again, full term Yup, your worst fears confirmed You better learn The crowd don't move, wait your turn What else can I si-say? (V to the Izza) Guess who's back in this *** again, full term Yup, your worst fears confirmed You better learn The crowd don't move, wait your turn To whom it may concern, I'm (V to the Izza)