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VON POE VII – The Villain Lyrics

VON POE VII – The Villain Lyrics

I got the ransom in the motor boat
45 in my pocket
Bout to take the game for hostage
And toss the lock with the Loch Ness
I got a grudge for anybody
That’s been sleeping on me
I’ll probably write a couple diss tracks
And put them aside for safety
I’ve been building on the low
While all these rappers were talking
I was securing my options
My throne was being built on a bargin
While studying the words of Sun Tzu
I was mastering the Art of War
I’m hungry
But we still be giving thanks to the Lord
The only difference is
My dinner plate can’t match your proportions
Cause I’ve battled the odds with cautions
I refuse to acknowledge losses
The resurrection of the 4th Horseman
I’m stomping on coffins
Better look to me like Vadar
Or Ima show you what The Force is
That’s peace god
Knowledge of self
The Reign of VII
I’ll write a Bible of my own
Before I’m walking into Heaven
That’s peace god
Knowledge of self
The Reign of VII
I’ll write a Bible of my own
Before I’m walking into Heaven

And the record I’m a narcissist
Talking walking
And barking back at dogs
Before I’m ripping out their internal organs
Cause only gods relate
So as far as I’m concerned
All these savage mothafuckers
Will get left in the storm
And you stupid mothafuckers
Who should have never been born
Who gave you permission to speak?
I hope you die by the sword
I find it funny
I’m the only one not here for the money
I should have focused on myself
Cause maybe then they wouldn’t learn from me
Fuck it
Just let it burn my nigga
Let it burn
Cause everybody has a cycle
I’m just waiting my turn
My auntie Niece on the other line
Saying she cried for me
But all I’m thinking in my head is
I’m hoping my mother’s smiling for me
I got a couple cousins
Saying their riding for me
That goes without a question though
My family will die for me
Truth be told I know that God got me
I never said that shit before
Until I met my nigga Papi
But I’ll treat it with a grain of salt
Knowing that nothing’s promised g
And take it to my grave
You rappers lack the fucking heart I keep
Dearly departed
Lost souls never forgotten
Keep watching
I swear to God we’re gonna make it
To the promised lands
Or to the Holy Sands
Reverse the metamorphoses
I’m coming for the crown
And I got plenty room for corpses
Who wants it?

This is murder this is not music
I get to talking my shit
Before I get back to moving
I play the villain
Like there’s nothing to it
The Reign of VII better salute me
Like you fucking knew it

This is murder this is not music
I get to talking my shit
Before I get back to moving
I play the villain
Like there’s nothing to it
The Reign of VII better salute me
Like you fucking knew it