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V
30
Hip-Hop/Rap
V was released on October 1, 2015 by African Dope Records as a part of the album The Ziggurat
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Release DateOctober 1, 2015
LabelAfrican Dope Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Constructus Corportation
The Constructus Corportation
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
M.Smit
M.Smit
Composer, Lyrics
Watkin Tudor Jones
Watkin Tudor Jones
Songwriter, Arranger
W.Jones
W.Jones
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Watkin Tudor Jones
Watkin Tudor Jones
Producer

Lyrics

We won before we begun!
If you want you can come get some!
Force-field on, Metatron One
Disarming bombs with very calm palms
Come to me
Everyone who is strong
The microphone vigilante
Coming off like my bitch's panties
Agile, wild anti-personal shit gets deployed
Destroying unholy Babylonian hell-spells
Light storm freaks the void as his royal illness kills it
God-like humanoid life-forms feel the realness
Keep your distance, mind your own business
Metatron sling electric slang like a discus
Divine mind unwinding, illicit misfit
Surging on the verge of merging dirty disses
Soft, sticky kisses spitting vicious viscous
Golden delicious, incredible tasting genitals gushing
Naked, sacred vulnerable I take it
Make it my weakness, worship your sweetness
Lust over the shit I bust, vagina-grinder
Rocking wild and crazy, gates locked, baby nothing can faze me
Hush; the silence is dead lush
Ultra-violet head-rush
V - I - C
V - I - C
V - I - C - T - O - R - Y
Victory, victory is our cry
V - I - C - T - O - R - Y
V - I - C
V - I - C
V - I - C - T - O - R - Y
Victory, victory is our cry
V - I - C - T - O - R - Y
Future-state, time and space fold in half
Metatron rock mic like golden calf
The erratic, fanatic magic mathematic addict
Fully automated, sparking manic satanic panic
Violent sirens, defiant tyrants, glorious, victorious hymn-writers
Lounging in the abode of warriors
Bazooka nuker rocking, sylph like apparition
Painting pretty pictures, no more lack of vision
Wrapping rhymes round heads like bicycle chains laced with thunder-bolts
Blossoming like some strange kind of wonderful
With dangerous changeless-ness like hypo-static union
My son, you don't wanna fuck with the one
Hoodoo can't attach itself to the light
I tie my boots up tight and walk through the night
Under a full moon
Listening to the old man sing
Feel it with your mind
Let it touch your soul
V - I - C
V - I - C
V - I - C - T - O - R - Y
Victory, victory is our cry
V - I - C - T - O - R - Y
V - I - C
V - I - C
V - I - C - T - O - R - Y
Victory, victory is our cry
V - I - C - T - O - R - Y
Written by: M.Smit, W.Jones, Watkin Tudor Jones
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