Fall Back/Titty Fat

Emcees fall back it's Vik' in your ear with
The whole ball of wax
Call or fax for the freshest rhyme delivery
Or takeout
For the fake you-out ballers in the industry
Boss with the Lee jeans, bad man, you know V
They say he's a cross between Adnan Khashoggi
And Sho Kosugi
He said your chain is sure dookie
The piece is like a mystery entity, eugh
Spooky
What's it's worth? A gun or a knife slice
Catch a bus once or twice or
Run for your life price
An arm and a leg, the lead is ghetto red hot
Calm 'til we fled the spot
Or leg arm head shot

He on the battlefield with lyrical militants
Know he's feelin' bent when he
See little pink elephants
Never forget, re-memorize the elements
Keep the mic sterilized
Terrorize with eloquence
And mellow eyelids, tell no lies, kids
These guys ask 'em what's
Their shelltoe size is
Shields up dum dum, where we come from
We thump it out for fun
And that's no conundrum pick a bone goon
It's V with the sicker known show tunes
On a full moon, lick your own wounds
Lighten up the stratosphere, shootin'
Slugs is nameless
Aim caressin' Vladimir Putin
His matted hair was too thin
To cut into a gumby
Nuttin' to V, he feel his bum knee
It's about to rain, there goes my two-way
Out of range, it's a strange new day, touche
It's all good like down home-cookin'
He left with the crown on
His dome and kept bookin'
His men run Crooklyn
Keep 1 in 10 huns hookin', no offence
None tooken it's more funner than lookin'
The pound of the war drum
Had your poor son shooken'
Sometimes he feel he need to stop juxin'
Then he say "NAH" with a real sly crook grin
Vik's style of rhyme will bug out Joe Sixpack
Slick while the time he dug
Out yo' chick's back
She wore a thong in her youth
These days she's a bit long in the tooth
Part I I: Titty Fat

Just chewin' on the titty fat
Pursuin' the kitty cat
Droolin' on her pretty hat
Playing pool and pitty pat, stay in school
Kiddies, brats
Instead of spraying tools and shitty gats
Layin' cool, where they at?
Same jewels as silly rats
Rulin' with gritty stacks
Coolin' where the cliques be at
It's no time for chitty chat
Fool V pity that follow your instincts
I told her time and time again
Not to swallow pink drinks
I guess it's just how the hollow link clinks
V, the fink who made the
Chink in the mink wink
They say he need a shrink
On the brink to pipe it when
Her sink made his pinky stink
Instead, he asked her for some
Paper and some ink
Coulda flipped it longer 'cept the
Beat was rather rinky-dink
Still workin' out the kinks
Every time he thinks his third eye blinks
It must be in the blood like zinc
Glassy-eyed V put your CD on jinx