Aight, check it...
VanGo talks quite a big game, but for real, your just a nuisance
Leave this pussy laid out, like I was readin' his fuckin' Blue Print
Kid's sad, check him, his avy's the only thing slightly compelling
& every time Van laid down the law, it got up and started yelling
I'm back in the system, put all your crappy bars back in re-verse
Wrote that disaster, yo, a VanGo work of art never looked worse
It's a shame when you model yourself after a fat fuckin' mob boss
Cuz Van's pussy in origin, like he was born from some1's clit sauce
Fire a bullet round my foot level, went straight thru his fuckin' head
Van lives hip hop? They weren't kiddin' when they said it was dead
I slid past the Heavyweight Contendorship like Iwas wearin' jet-skis
Leave him wakin' up soaked with sweat, I even ruin his wet dreams
Later

*No need to drop for flash, he did'nt check in.*

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Lyrics
One Man Crew
Most of 'em hate me, and it's a rare one who loves me
Niggas fillin' up with rage but they ain't gettin' above me
And after all the battles, the wins are no longer surprising
Pushin' bar after bar, takin' over the game, revolutionizing
Never thought of takin' help from others, see, I'm too proud
And every battle raises the volume of a voice speaking aloud