Vengeance - East Coast Avengers

I’m getting that feeling, I feel like ripping and killing

Until my system is filling, until my diction is illing

Until I drip penicillin, until I’m victim and villain

And vilified as a vigilante Avengers

The only verdict is vengeance, a vanguard

And you should know the inspiration it be V for Vendetta

I’m back and lethal as ever until my people eat better

There’ll be no peace in my letters

The speech a Desert Eagle, the beat’s a Beretta

I’m George Carlin balling both evil and clever

My terror vision is that religion and nepotism

Free separatism of church and state that’s Eso’s wisdom

We Wachovia, you can bank on it

I’m a nightcrawler, daywalker, bright scholar might holler

Old school alright ch’all-er

Fuck you white collar backstabbers, I stand over Anne Coulter

Sankofa take it back, Land Rover painted black

I got a son on the way, I’m knee-deep in this game

And I ain’t running away, I’m here to stay

Tomorrow’s never promised so you know we never fear today

What’s the verdict?

Vicodin mixed with VSOP swerving

Very smooth, very calm, very determined

Can’t tell the difference between a video vixen bitch or a virgin

Fuck a radio version, spitting from the curb and

I’m violent as the Vikings, swords, like Uma Thurman

Rode through your slum village with a .38

Popped you in your carrot top, have you leaking V8

The blood that pump through these veins

Is that of a veteran, he’s crazed

So vote for the villain, hop out the V-12

Rocking velour, bumping Louis Vuitton don while I’m robbing the store

Scrape off the VIN number, go and get my mask

Semi stashed, back to the lab, bangin' that Vinnie Paz

I put men to silence, don’t get tossed in a van over your little wallet

Face turning violet

Y’all some baby ballers, careful when you spend your dollars

I’m like a mix of Van Halen and Don Gotta

You better dead the violence before you feel big pain

Like Voletta Wallace, y’all gonna make me vomit

Y’all want violence or vengeance?

I was made to attack

Your remnants bear little resemblance

Like amendments after Patriot Act

Erase them like brittle descendants

I want the president’s widow collecting severance

In attendance as the window of his Yukon glass smash

Upon a bullet’s entrance, move on like veterans

Villainous half the time in Saudi villages

Mixed with that rage is violent volatile ways of victims, pillagers engagers

Trained killers is paid by the weight of the blood on their blade

I got pages of weapon-grade verses

I’m Vincent Van Gogh dash Rambo with desert ammo

With a band so Sid Vicious

We’re suspicious of laugh-track Vince Vaughan rap act cash rats

I’ll backtrack victory lap-style and blast that

Till you been gone and wipe the piece till the prints gone

Victor Vaughn you, if I’m picking on you guaranteed just sitting on you

upon your racks as I’m ripping all new tracks

Y’all rejoice cause my lines in rhymes will hit like Vader’s voice

You’re more James Earl Jones, I’m more James Joyce

Y’all can probably make the cover of the Village Voice

Little vegan with Vans on, the Volcom boys

Barely born in ‘88, the whole style is very fake

But you swear you’re straight cause you want some Voltron toys

Your hoodies are very vibrant, front like you kind of violent

Cultural vulture, Colt .45's convulse your vital organs and vibrate

Like an old pager

I remember vividly buying a tape of the Vapors

I’m vicious as Decepts, burying you six feet

Make you dance like Vance White to Slick Rick beats

Verbally Kurt Vonnegut, the verses I vomit are genius

I’m out of this world, a vocalist standing on Venus

(Vainglorious!)

V’s for Vendetta, y’all are vaginal

As men who drive Volkswagen Jettas

So while you’re lunching on your lavish vacation

We attacking where you staying in a V formation