Top Songs By Vega Diamond
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Vega Diamond
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
B. Sinclair Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Vega Diamond
Producer
Lyrics
They'll label this as slander for my candor
I wish that I was taught how to stand up
Taking baby steps in a world full of giants
Spirit of defiance, feeling I should start a riot
Where were you when I was told I was too dark
Too smart
Too well-spoken. Should dumb down
A fool's art
A painted picture of an everyday nigga
Yeah
At least that's what they figured
Taught myself how to cope
One hand the rope
Standing on a cliff
Pray to God that I float
Before I drop a clip
And have to worry about the soap
Fit in the description
End your sentence with a "NOPE"
I'm not that prawn. I'm not that pawn
Bigger fish are on the board
It's your dusk, my dawn
When they're violent
I learned stay calm
Keep silent
Take notes, take aim
Start styling
While you're firing
But, this is not bullets
This is dollars with a cool sense
Two sets of rules
Remember foolish equals fool's bent
A full clip
Always got to build a full clique
In case they try to murk you
They ain't gon do shit
And they told me
No one can stand next to you
You're 1 of 1
And your flow is the 2
Ooh
Show the world what you do
They'll either show you love
Or you'll push your way through
And they told me
No one can stand next to you
You're 1 of 1
And your flow is the 2
Ooh
Show the world what you do
They'll either show you love
Or you'll push your way through
I use to try to fit their vision
Stressed about impressions
It's a tough lesson when you're lessened
Guessing
Your worth
Makes that man your appraiser
But the slick cut cost
Make you minor - so they're major
Skies tell like a pager
Either fall or you fly
Hard work vs talent
Only the strong will survive
Gotta learn how to finish
When it's eye for an eye
I'm a see my way through
How's the blind gon' to drive
I shift gears when there's fear
That's for the Rev
Pray to God that I'll make it
Keep The rest is in my head
I'm the king of my world
Opposition is dead
Racing myself for the goal
So If I fold
I'll Split the bread
No time for the birds
Unless it's soaring with the eagles
If it's bears versus bulls
My portfolio is Seagle
Broad street bully
9-milli in the fully
3-piece plus 1
In case you niggas try to fool me
Ooh-wee
I cut the stench of your arrogance
The sicker sense
Never flinch when I'm in a pinch
Three days on the rise
Like I'm God in disguise
I'm climbing out the tomb
That they built for my demise
Keep the celly for my guys
In case we've gotta lose ties
And them Timbs bite like gators
You ain't crushing my pride
Let's ride
And they told me
No one can stand next to you
You're 1 of 1
And your flow is the 2
Ooh
Show the world what you do
They'll either show you love
Or you'll push your way through
And they told me
No one can stand next to you
You're 1 of 1
And your flow is the 2
Ooh
Show the world what you do
They'll either show you love
Or you'll push your way through
Riding through your city
It's a pity
That none of y'all will mess with me
I'm too gritty for you itty bitty
Lit me like a Philly
Burn down your silly
Opposition
End me
Means my position's plenty
From them pigs that tried to mix
The Hypno with the Henny
Resolution's Bruce Banner
Shut their chatter with intelligence
Relevance of the new King
Broadcast screams on your televise
I guess I failed to follow scripts
Never read the cue sheet
Few bleeps
Here and there
Screaming cheers to my peers
Who withstood all the spears
But never popped like a toxic singer
Knowing we've been through the wringer
But still, hold our queens up
But too proud to hold our kings up
Stuck with the barrel mentality
Sick of all these crab-ass dudes trying to rattle me
Actually
I've been gone from the streets
And the Crenshaw of the beats
Used my miles in higher planes
Getting higher as I speak
These beats
Are like air gold
I speak to their souls
Like ancestorial roles
And this is just the last verse to prove
I ain't got ish to lose
I'm that cold
I spit the thermostat
Still murder stats
I'm the producer and the artists
With melody murder rap
My melodies murder maps
In any city that I've been in
Gruesome flows leave them cringing
Take them to beginning
When I was tired of living
Everything I's giving
Was exactly what I was missing
Gifted with the vision
But couldn't see what isn't
Lifted brothers up
Just to get no uplifting
Now, their eyes all pop
I'm in the black, with the spinach
Then I blacked out on their scrimmage
This is exactly how I planned it
Controlled the damage
Leave them dented
Then I landed
Writer(s): Brian Sinclair Jones
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