It’s never been as hard as it is, right now For a brotha to feed his kids and hold the wife down There’s not a lot of paper circulating the States One must take care, to save the money that she makes It can all be gone in a flash, so gratitude is key Still a lot to thank for when sweatin’ out in this heat I’m your guide through the deal like handles for them skis Turn yah head too long and cash gone with the breeze Best believe, Vicky and associates Gone With The Wind, Gold trophies in hand, these cats gone with the win We exiting banks grippin’ more than we came with Added a few links and increase the chain width Added a new server and increase the bandwidth Now we gotta a lot of wide bodies to choose from Do what you gotta do, but avoid the humdrum That’s a sure-fire path to a ghetto and a slum [Interlude] Yo, word to the wise... It only seems so far ‘cause the stars’re hard to reach But you know what, sooner or later, you’ll be chillin’, on a beach. After your hard work pays off, you get to reap the benifits. And that's what you're waiting for is'nt it? Stay hungry and stay busy, that’s your only chance Write yourself some goals and calculate some plans If you listen to no one’s advice, heed Vikitahns You might just find yourself with some cash, in advance.

Vikitahn, and Vicky B. and V. Scriller be killer bees lookin’ for our hive in the “honey tree” Hmm...What else? We be the Bees knees and what have you by the balls while we countin’ up this cheese ...What else? Like Three Blind Mice we bumpin’ into things but it all feels like a golden flowing breeze Hmm...What else? We never never rappin’ like normal, but we get a chilidog crackin’ like Hormel Hmm...What else? Nothin’ more, never man, never never takin’ you to Never Never Land, we flock together ‘cause we’re birds of a feather man, tethered man, heavier than, the rest of these pigeons, who be everything but relevant Hmm...What else? Really really miles and light years ahead of the rest of the rap game, and the stupid dudes, thinkin’ that they rap the same Hmm...What else? Askin’ me, how can I really be Vicky B., if it seems to thee that there be three, taking ‘em all to harbor the abilities, contained within one little old me Hmm...What else? Then the beat drop, in the delicatessen, getting’ to the meat-chop Half a link, half a brain, you’re lookin’ at the proprietor of the Meat Shop Hmm…What else? Vikitahn surf and turf with the mic’ Vikitahn ship make berth with the mic’ Vikitahn beamed to the Earth with the mic’ Vikitahn wet up shirts with the mic’ Vikitahn hit on girls with the mic’ Vikitahn talk about the world with the mic’ Hmmm…What else? Vicky on the mic’, on the daily basis On the flight, while you runnin’ in places Make these boys halt, put ‘em in stasis Field change, and they runnin’ rat races Understanding Vicky might lead you to hate this Vicky make food and ask you to taste this…” Hmm…What else? Vikitahn will eat beef with the mic’ Vikitahn real real cheap with the mic’ Vikitahn meet his needs with the mic’ Vikitahn weed eat weeds with the mic’ Vikitahn sew good seeds with the mic’ Vikitahn do good deeds with the mic’ Vikitahn sleep, sleep, sleep with the mic’ Vikitahn rest his feet on the mic’ Vikitahn play PS3 with the mic’ Vikitahn play Bar-bies with the mic’ Vikitahn all in Belize with the mic’ Hmmm…What else? Ooooooh, Taste kinda like crap Ha ha ha all I do is write rap Might wrap, yo ass in a tight strap Who is that? Wavin’ the victory banner Standin’ so tall, lookin’ like a flagstaff It’s just gotta be V.!” I bet yah that you bet that And I bet yah that the bet’s capped Too many folks placin’ wagers And they all be on Vikitahns be-half Hmmm…What else? [Interlude] Vikitahn likes to rattle with mic’ Vikitahn do some battle with the mic’ Vikitahn raise some cattle with the mic’ Vikitahn fly to Seattle with the mic’ Vikitahn tale and tattle with the mic’ Ha ha ha ha ha ha, yah right Hmmm…What else? Vikitahn make nice dinners with the mic’ Vikitahn, “We some winners….”, with the mic’ Vikitahn damn all sinners with the mic’ Vikitahn and no one else with the mic’

[Interlude] I'm bout to wreck this dawg... Ey yo, ch- check me out Aight, hahha Comin’ from yah dreams, it’s Vicky with Inception Plantin’ ideas in yah head with indiscretion Open up your front door for a home inspection Adjust your antennae for a better reception Inviting Vicky guarantees a better reception If not for entertainment, then maybe protection Talkin’ bout myself… Keep your eyes glued to the Vikitahn channel If yah don’t yah might miss another rap scandal Vicky and some hot mama in nothin’ but sandals At the beach or at the house? Nah they was at Randalls Just a couple o’ crazy tots, yah, we a handful Vicky B. and Brownlow is too much to handle Talkin’ bout myself… If yah need some strikes send Vicky to pitch And if yah man can’t perform, Vicky pitch tents I may have lost my wings, but hell, I’m God-sent I got you by the flippin’ throat and it’s a tight fit Don’t ever be afraid to come out and admit it Vicky cast a spell…Potter, Quidditch Talkin’ bout myself… Headmasterin’ this game, some call me Dumbldore We scare these other players, that’s why they fumble more I scoop it up and take it to the end zone to score When all is said and done, Vicky ain’t the one sore And we have our parties La Colombe d’Or Two left feet, out there jiggin’ on the dance floor Talkin’ bout myself… Pull a Will Smith and call for a switch I be the Seeker, on my broom like a witch Lookin’ for the duckets, until we get rich I’ve uncovered a lot, since I opened this ditch Finished up the game, now the other team’s pissed [Of] ‘Course we always win, [‘cause] I catch the Golden Snitch Talkin’ bout myself… Comin’ ‘round the mountain when she comes Passin’ all these other brothas up like they bums Askin’ no one else but Vicky if he want some Marmalade or a way away from humdrum But I’m [just] too busy countin’ cash, addin’ sums On my CBR poppin’ wheelies, doin’ stunts Sendin’ boys to the corner with the cap, “Dunce” Or with my mighty mace, smashin’ all these cats fronts Talkin’ bout myself… Grills and front teeth, look like crumpled foil Hard to imagine, Vicky slick like oil But I seep through the cracks, leavin’ foes foiled And then back to the lab for hours in toil Jump around the corner, and half yah pants soiled Leave it on the counter and have yah milk spoiled Talkin’ bout myself… Vick’ll make a ton of noise, when he debuts Early bird gets the worm, [yah] snooze yah lose Rendezvous with paper boy and catch the news Apt to pick yah pockets, when you bendin’ tying shoes Zoom in on your address and then send the “cruise” Warhead visit yah house, while yah sippin’ booze Talkin’ bout myself… Let’s all be really honest, it’s downhill from here Vikitahn, with no damn underwear Just to let you know, I’m going out commando Reconnaissance mission…Star Wars, Lando.

I go deep down twice, twice as fast As these cats, who think they can put Vicky in a cast And who reckon they can outlast But they wrong, so all he gets is a gash I dress my wound like the best o’ Sunday And make my way to the corner where the cab waits On The Road Again, back to the lab today Told the driver, “’Ey yo, to the labratoray.” Back up off the mic, it’s my turn to orate Skilled at my profession, so I ornately curate …the track. Vikitahn. Who dat? The chef up in this shit, uh, holla back! Testin’ a kid for “otherworldliness” Vicky B. the only one with this type of wordiness Readin’ at the level of seventh grade But spittin’ at the herald of Heaven’s Gates For Heavens Sakes. [Chorus] x2 We deep down, yah we deep down It’s like all we can do to keep down Urges we got to creep around town Sleeping-time is when I do my rhymin’ Until the sun come up and stop my ladder climbin’ Great Balls of Fire shot from his mouth Starts a blaze and then he swiftly puts ‘em out Utilizing waves that change minds in doubt But it’s all the same, doesn’t change what it’s all about A couple o’ lines will have you nappin’ in dirt I like spittin,’ a nightmare-makin’ verse All the time, not just what comes first Vicky all up in your jugular, uh,with the suckin’ thirst Call me the “Goat Sucka” when I leave yah high and dry You knew I was up in this piece, so why even try Tryin’ to check my certs through the wifi To do that, you gon’ have to pry Pry the trophy from my hands once you end my life Looks like your ears need a Q-Tip, Phife Holdin’ the game like forever and for dear life Other rappers lookin’ lame, deer in the head lights [Chorus] x4 We deep down, yah we deep down It’s like all we can do to keep down Urges we got to creep around town Sleeping-time is when I do my rhymin’ Until the sun come up and stop my ladder climbin’ I go ‘round and ‘round inside my own head Thinkin’ about all the things I haven’t owned yet Like the time I made you cry and I didn’t say shit That was my bad, I hope you’ll forgive the kid And no ones perfect, oh lord knows But Vicky man came so damn close Star, yup! Somethin’ Like Glen Close You gon’ need a pad and pen to take a’dem notes Tracin’ behind the things I write, day and night Tokin’ up on my lines like a bud light It up and then twist, and then twist, give it a tug tight It’s like I are a Tug O’ Warrior, alright? That’s my word and I stick by it at all times Only thing I know how to spit, is Hall of Fame rhymes Play “toy soldiers” behind enemy lines I get over toys fast, yo, check my shelf All I gotta time fore is the fore play And for a play on someones radio I rhyme each and every day away from me so night gets a chance in the “alternating the Earths state” game or a hand in the first great game I ever played knocked me off my couch when I went too deep down in Jenga’s mouth. Kissin’ wishin’ I could do it some more, but she wasn’t a whore. She told me “Later on, maybe you’ll get the full hand-on tour.”

To start from the beginning, y’all are all inspiration For what we ought not do, when we’re runnin’ the nation Haters in every corner, schemin’, patiently waitin’ Wishin’, thinkin’, hopin’, dreamin’, and prayin’ For Vicky and compnay to fold and not say shit But bein’ phony’s against, Sideways regulations It just donned on me, that most cats are out here fakin’ Hand ‘em back their forgeries, like “What is y’all makin’?” Hand back the Discover, like “Y’all know we don’t take this!” Turn ‘em over check they sides, like “Where is the bacon?” Already up in my pocket? Oh, you must be late then Finish line lookin’ like the trail we blazed in The track, y’all was out here cup to the cakin’ On yah Easy Bake Oven, paste-er-ree bakin’ We was practicin’ hundred hurdles, hare pacin’ That’s why we don’t do “top-three”, we “first-placin’” [Chorus] x2 Of all the things you’ve seen, Nothin’ quite like us. Of all the sauces hot, Nothin’ bite like us. Of all the wrong, writ, Nothin’ right like us. A whole lotta folks but none, quite like us All you need to know is when we flow, we bestin’ Born to save the universe, like Neo, we destined To come and steal yah heart and, cave yah chest in Left with an empty feelin’, you constantly checkin’ Up on the mic, but on the mic, we wreckin’ Awww look at the baby, wanna play with the Technic When we hang around the moms feel real threatened Multiplicity of haters, but we ain’t sweatin’ TSI exempt, so no blue book testin’ We proctor the exams and make good impressions Looks like y’all could use some reassessment So gon’ ‘head and do so before we pull the weapon All of us are rebels towin’ Smith & Wesson Goin’ against the grain ought to be pretty depressin’ Except we carve a “Don’t Give A Shit” button and press it Your guide to Sideways livin’ is what we expressin’ Negotiation’ll make you sleep and leave yah deafened If you cannot wake up, better sniff some Epsom Yah hear the Clapper in the back, this the Stepson Yah see the heater in yo face, hit the deck son All we really know is the right directions And if yah wanna find the kid, best MapQuest-‘em Or just follow the map provided on the instructions There’s nothin’ more to it Your Honor, no further questions [Chorus] x2 Of all the things you’ve seen, Nothin’ quite like us. Of all the sauces hot, Nothin’ bite like us. Of all the wrong, writ, Nothin’ right like us. A whole lotta folks but none, quite like us

Vicky B., stay heavily readily on that steadily, on that stampede, givin’ up to yah, what the fans need, “stuck pig”-like , so we let ‘em bleed, and have bacon in the morrow Let not one tear drop in the name of sorrow-full… Contact sportin’ these cats as a coat, and on that note I floated my bloated ego and denoted, real life anecdotes On that, wait {‘ollon} “trample yo ass like a herd” shit, that “other word” shit, that “so fly, he like a flock of birds” shit On your mommas house, lookin’ like the hurr-i-kahn hit, It…with the bat I was swinging in prac-tice Makin’ rhymes, that you never heard sound plain So that they enter your brain, with no exclaim That Vikitahn and the coolest thing yah ever seen in your life, are but merely one in the same game What the shit dude? Bring that back, I wasn’t done Wait. {‘ollon} I bet my fortune soon, my fork and spoon, my combined “foon”, my stork and baboon That when all is said and done, with mic wreckin’ I might reckon that boy Vicky, like a typhoon You control the track, so bump this in your Zune We so old on the Earth, archaeologists study the raps I used to write on public property and then classify them as wait..ancient runes. Huh, as wait..ancient runes. as wait..ancient runes. as wait..ancient runes. as wait..ancient runes. ... Wait. {‘ollon} Some of the better things in life need to marinate But if you leave ‘em in the fridge too long, like everything else including, but not limited to the sun, they’ll inevitably reach their expiration dates Wait. {‘ollon} They keep feeding me this past-prime-rap and it won’t take, And it don’t sate, and what’s more, it don’t make, Make my tummy say , “Oooh Aaah” like it’s chillaxin’ on a Mattress G-I-A-N-T Never having been W-A-C-K, I set myself up to be the anti- Anti-matter must have been poured down your throat because the things you spit Have little to no significance, so the fact that no one gives a shit, is as always, of course, of no coincidental consequence But Vicky has no more for y’all I guess you’ll be lookin’ for the next mixtape, chja? End @ 2:47 Outro Start @ 3:07 Yo, everybody thanks so much for listening. If you’ve made it this far through the tape, you’ve already figured out that we are in the building and on the god dang map, chja? And we ain’t leavin’ without your hearts in our hands, your money in our wallets, your respect in our backpacks, yo your cheers in our ears, your blessings in our luggage, you girlfriends in our cars, and your love and desire for our continuity, yah know me mean?