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The Creed Lyrics

I granted my neighborhood immunity
During the Rodney King riots when n***** burnt down and looted they're communities
Instead I pulled bricks from the walls of my imagination and threw 'em
through the window of opportunity
Every studio date booked is a date closer to death procession
We in overtime with 0.6 seconds left, possession
Still life's depth perception begins at the r*****
So I'm defecated from opposite ends of the spectrum
So, take these gems and stick 'em in y'all (?)
My definition of on-point affect hemophiliacs and virgins all in the same
manner, one p**** and it's all over
And you can lick the gun clips
But it's a sin to wet me like nun c****
None spit, with my ferocity
I over shadow passion
take my brain off safety and watch my ideas drop shells and blaze battlefields

[Hook]
"Yo, the spotlight is mine!" (sampled from Big L - Flamboyant)
"So betta get the name right"
"V to the Izzay" (sampled from Jay-Z - H to the Izzo)
"I only want to build wit skill"
"That's what I consider real..." (sampled from O.C. - Time's Up)

There's more to Va than sick rhymes invented
I gas hoes with lines demented
At times I'm timid cause
When n***** talk dirty to women
That's s**ual harassment
But when women talk dirty to n***** it's $5.99 a minute
And it's an ongoing n****-feud
The sisters driven, fueled by maxing credit cards and getting jewels
And we motivated by getting screwed
And running up in b****** ribs like Adam in the Indian-giving mood
And we all getting (?); s***, if I was Adam
Eve would have to count my ribs every night to see if I tricked off
Please - hoes is like tornadoes
They scream when they come/c**, and take everything when they leave
I give a b**** a warm reception instead of fur
Should the crazy notion of marriage in my head occur
And lawfully wedded her
It's all good, WIFE's an acronym for Wash, Iron, f***, Etcetera
[Hook x2]
"Yo, the spotlight is mine!" (sampled from Big L - Flamboyant)
"So betta get the name right"
"V to the Izzay" (sampled from Jay-Z - H to the Izzo)
...scratches and sampling of "uh-huh" and "alright"...
"I only want to build wit skill"
"That's what I consider real, in this field of music" (sampled from O.C. -
Time's Up)
I surgically carved my niche in the face of adversity
Till it cursedly inherit Jack-O-Lantern's like scars irreversible
Chicago only get dispersed
Cuz most of us that successfully get our foot in first
Close doors on those that put in work
And I can count on one hand, how many succeed in this occupation
Out of a city with a two million nine-hundred and seventy-seven plus population
Not including fertilized eggs and ovulation from copulation self-mission
One reason why the presence of a Vakill and Juice album waits
on a record store shelf missing
Thought you knew, n***** here blow-up and move out-of-state
f*** the share-the-wealth vision
Blow up or not, I'll never sever my block ties
My determination's magnified 800 times over, watch my stock rise
I'm so against the grain, when I'm dropping s*** my toilets flush clockwise

[Hook x2]
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