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*This is a VIKITAHN track
Brotha Nos' did it again...Superior Nostalgic Rhythmics prompted me to get goin' on a track that flexes my immense verbal might. The girth of this track is aided by it's storybook-like presentation. Enjoy!
~VIKITAHN
lyrics
"Through Pursed Lips"
…Twas that very same breathe which had at times toppled the mightiest of Kingdoms
T’which had once been employed in the destruction of long-standing empires
That is now being utilized as a tool of beautiful, elite, and perhaps even immaculate creation.
Behold, I create the cold…
FIN
It’s gonna be colder than hades in a world without me
A Mercedes, Aston, fast-en-ough to take me to the glass
But not nearly fast enough, the gas is stuck, so we revin’ it up
‘Till I reach my last, the final, the finale,
That I cashed and traded, away, chasin’, wasted
Days in a mighty hot pursuit of the Femme fatale
I get back, oh baby baby, I get back
Receiving tokens that are nothing but deval[ued]
You’d prolly too trade your youth for the soup
The Super-ior skills that kills the comp-tronic
Never having been a Kat to write the rap, whilst I puff chronic
YYR, there be nary a sign o’ snow in my flow
I[‘ll] take you from level 77 to the first flo-er
Not quite right in the head, pop ‘em,
Drop ‘em quick, a game o’ hot potato up in this bit!
If you’re having a hard time wreckin’ a Shure mic, sure mike,
“I’ll send The Wiz Kat, VIKITAHN in to finish it”
The Wiz Kat, indeed, sha ja, that be my sobriquet
Hit you in the mouth, with a vocal one-two punch
Make a brother feel like he had solarcaine
For lunch, for dinner I’m a Gun-damn sinner
Tick-tock, checkin’ our phones for updates on how I be Sand-rockin’ these boys
Call me, Quatre Raberba Winner
Sendin’ Zeeks in three, three’s sets couldn’t set me up to fail
Bet yah best bacon I make jail bait into jail bail, thinkin’ aah aah
Got no respect for sucka M.C.’s who’s greatest ass-set is big-ass lips with which they proceed to press against buns and {*Kiss sound} butt-kiss
Finding the opening I need to proceed with Superior rigors of my daily deeds...
FIN
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from
Unrecht Schreiben,
released January 28, 2011
Lyrics, perforformance, arrangement, post-production, by Victor Calise Blanchard (VIKITAHN)
Poem "Through Pursed Lips", by Victor Calise Blanchard
Music/Rhythm by Felix Volkhardt (Nosferatu)
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