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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Victor B Hill
Victor B Hill
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matt Chiravelle
Matt Chiravelle
Engineer
Victor Hill aka Niglevel
Victor Hill aka Niglevel
Producer
Quad Studio
Quad Studio
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I'm light years away when it comes to my thoughts This is not a dream I can see you in the dark Players and playetts on the sideline lost If you confuse about the struggle you should be wearing a cross It Ain't my fault you in the middle of torture and pain Feel the flames when I spit it stimulate the brain I know you want my black ass to suffer in vain But I'm a give you what you want what is my name I'm the V.I.C.T.O.R I represent the hood worldwide cause I can see that far You see I'm bless with a everlasting love I got the everlasting glove when I hold the mic I strike from above My competition hangs around like rugs How deep you want to go while holding a grudge I'll make it flood on every inch of your block with hip hop Shock you to death at long range I'm hot (Ooh) Light years away, I can see you in the dark, I'm from the hood My thoughts are I'm light years, I know you want my black ass ot suffer Light years, I can see you in the dark, I'm from the hood My thoughts are light years away. I know you want my black ass to suffer in vain Listen - reality is knocking on your door, you want more Grip the floor I make energy raw And make it sound like you never heard before Don't push me to the limit it's not a gimmick It's coming straight from the core Of my existences I'm persistent I'll rock you well Even hell got a limit ain't telling a tell You failed you underestimated me, oh well I write bars that make you feel like you trapped in a jail Check your mail you got fantasies and bunch of lies I got five fingers of death on the microphone rise As I rise in the hood with all the madness I'm break barriers on the spot and you calling yourself the baddest There no magic to relieve the pain As I aim for the top while blowing a hole in your brain I'll have dancing like a zombie welcome to the army A mind is a terrible thing to waste read my palms G Light years away, it's not a gimmick, I'm from the hood My thoughts are light years away, I rock you well Light years away, it's not a gimmick, I'm from the hood My thoughts are light years away, I rock you well Life Ain't four dimensional, pay attention One side of me won't quit fuck suspension Or a delay you can't to stop my invention I got your speakers pounding like you owe me a pension My extension two one is emergency I'm in a club above all I can do more than surgery Ain't a fake and ain't charge with perjury And ain't holding back I'm going to murder you verbally With 52 lashes your words ashes minds crashes Dig your grave and you can call it you bastards You torn like fabric I see that you going nowhere. You in a city of lost and found state of confusion beware of Trigonometry, you still want to use psychology Examine me thoroughly I'm getting flashback from poverty You starving me and my people, what evil is charging me It's so electrifying for those who thinking of robbing me I'm a prodigy in this field you can't come close Toe to toe you better off writing me a note, O I'm light years away always, I'm a murder you verbally I'm from the hood, my thoughts are light year away His mind crashing, Light years away, I'm a murder you verbally It goes on
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