Victory - Moosh & Twist, A3C

Check, my obsession is just perfection

And every one of these sessions

Progression made an impression (-pression)

Always gave me a lesson (lesson)

Never make an exception (-ception)

Stressin', they say depression (-pression)

Cannot cherish the moments (moments)

I don’t take in the seconds (seconds)

Might run the love, I might run the bricks

I fell once and I bumped my head

I got a crazy ex, she probably want me dead

But I’m out here, I don’t run from it

She love me, she was confident

Our new song just bumping it

But I’ve moved on, I’m done with it

Hell yeah I’m done with it

Yo are you kiddin' me?

Look what it did to me

Twist be the only one in my vicinity

Keeping it cool, I ain’t your enemy

Shorty so sick, I got the remedy

I’m taking whatever they handing me though

Making a killing, my family low

Back in the day, me and my mom

Tearing it down in Neshaminy Mall

Hands in the air, go nuts in the place

And we all want to rage, go jump in her face

Girl butt to the base, just cut to the chase

Yeah I’m on the run, good luck to the jakes

Pictures on the mantle (mantle)

Take us back like a sample (sample)

To keep our kids out of trouble (trouble)

We got to lead by example, what’s up?!

God damn, look at what it did to me

Every time I do it up, shorty’s getting bent for me

I can’t even take her home, none of this was meant for me

Look at what it did to me

This might be a victory

And they say hell yeah day one, hell yeah day one

Every night we made some, look at where we came from (x2)

MPC for the MP3

Right now got to go MVP

My time, my time

Yeah, prime time

Like NBC

I’m mackin' it, but you lackin' it

And I go, my brain got a crack in it

Explode, I’m Iraqin' it

I got flows, I’m immaculate

Take Steven Hawking, Imma leave him walking

Money won’t speak, Imma leave it talking

By nightfall, I might fall

But that girl is so delightful

She hype though, that’s a typo

Yo, truly treat me right though

Say, «Einstein this my first tech, gimme a beat and I murk that.»

Well I’m a dirtbag and I’m sorry, baby (baby)

Played you like Atari, baby (baby)

Back of the scene, in the Acura scheme

Flow when I go with immaculate speed

Can’t bang with us, they can’t hang with us

Spontaneous, miscellaneous

Like angel dust I’m so dangerous

Cause I’m on (on)

On (on) on (on), yeah

Tracking him down, but I’m smacking him now

5'5″ down low, but I’m backing him down

In the Acura now, like always

But I used to rap in them hallways

I can see you got rap frames

I go hard, I got back pains

OCD till the death of me

Hell yeah we bodied this track, man