Mr. Ill, Rappin’ Ron - Vicious lyrics

I’m causing unforced errors
Balls get hung up like they mirrors
Instantly walls get sprung up
Defending men from terrorist
Send in the pallbearers
Shakin’ and wake the forest
Taking no snakes, fake styles bow before this
Even before hit's
More shit will get unfolded
Dreamin and I’m seein men
But leave a nine unloaded
Breath in when I tote it, oh shit
Get your whole clique
Be sho for sho, watch my whole flow it ummm
Emcees like a thumbtack
Get they ass hooked over drum tracks
Cause I bash it when I come back
When I blast it, better run back
Gun ‘tacks, for asking who done that
Running these amps like laps
Honey bees making wax
Give me one of these vacant tracks
For Mcs faking jacks they get smacked
For lacking fast tactics
And acting ass backwards they get blasted
For testing my lessons graphic

I done had it up to here with fake niggas
Run up and you’ll get done up
All it takes is one trigger
Shaking when I deliver
Making bitches quiver, giving stitches
Taking riches
Praying day to day to stay vicious

It’s Ron time, I design rhymes
Then combine minds with defined lines
That go from here to beyond ‘99
Bombs like Russia, the 9 might bust ya
I rhyme tight sucker
Rappin Ron might crush ya
Ducking motherfucker
See you tussling with a hustler
What’s the use a, trying to have a future
When yousa busta
It’s just the ways it sure amazes
Bustin like four gauges
More pages of metaphoric phrases
Abrasions left him stucked fucked
Better get back, I’m wit that, click-clack
BUCK BUCK
I grab his nappy do like Scrappy Doo
Scatter, run, you get toe' up
When I show up and blow up like an Atom Bomb
Dumb like here’s an magic wand
And here’s a magic trick
That tight nigga Rappin Ron
Finna cause some tragic shit
Let Ron spit the bomb shit
To keep your mind lit
When the Ron kick the content
Leave them despondent
The bomb hit your clique, the omnipotent
The Almighty, high taken, y’all lightly
I’m rippin shit
The nine awake, you’ll find your faith
Cause Ron’ll break and strike your dome
Concentrate to contemplate then
Confiscate your microphone
See it’s particular, styles is perpendicular
Leave in captivity, activity
Extra-curricular texture is rippin ya
The tec will distribute the
Bullets when I pull it, you’re full it
Cause I’m diggin ya
So get your Glock, Rappin Ron is rippin shop
This straight old Mac
Done made mo’ scratch than chicken pox
I’m bumpin bitches, making riches
Don’t forget this
It’s the nigga down with Misters
And I always look suspicious

I done had it up to here with fake niggas
Run up and you’ll get done up
All it takes is one trigger
Shaking when I deliver
Making bitches quiver, giving stitches
Taking riches
Praying day to day to stay vicious

They say I’m vicious
The way I live is trife and quite malicious
I pray and give advice on
Nighttime expeditions
These tight lines make you listen
I’ll shake your whole position
Reciting and binding your mind up
End up with cold visions

I’m wolfing at snitches
And looking suspicious I’m vicious
Hooking up bitches and cooking
Up chickens for riches this is spiticious
And you’ll miss it like it’s nutritious
Begging and pleading and grieving won’t
Even make a difference

With persistence is the way we play
And plan to stay in existence
Ever since this
Heaven sent kid could dribble on his bib
No soliciting, cause I’ll be back for
Stacks at my christening
End up missing when
Cause my rap stacks from Sac back to Michigan

Now this is an effect with
Intellect I hope you’re listening
I’m wishin and hopin and loc’in
And laying down some discipline
Smoking all them niggas in
My motherfuckin way
I rush and duck and buck and spray
It’s just another day

What the fuck you got to say
Get your ass up out my way
Glock shots, hot rocks
Yo don’t play not today
Sending souls to hide away
Total those who minds may lay
Like Pac I’ll die today
Watch my Glock provide the way

I bust shots in violent ways
Giving fools no time to pray
For no hope or redemption
I smoke them and lynch em
You need to pay attention when
Me and Ill spit
Cause we’ll split your grill wit this
And we known to kill snitches cause we

I done had it up to here with fake niggas
Run up and you’ll get done up
All it takes is one trigger
Shaking when I deliver
Making bitches quiver, giving stitches
Taking riches
Praying day to day to stay vicious