V-Sharp - Voice of Creation (feat. Vinny Bagss & Zaahir) Lyrics

Vinny Bags back at it again
On a Young Zoe beat let the bragging begin
I'm trying to bag me a win get some cabbage to spend
Climb the ladder to the top till I reach the very end
Then look down before my glory descends
When my toes touch the ground it reminds me where I've been
Keeping memories tucked away I won't forget
I run right through the shade f*ck the rest
I open up a chest like a bag of chex
And only eat the bagel chips right out of the mix
Get Drax like a Terry if you wish
Clever fundamentals that I practice with my wits
Stay barking like a pit but bite harder than a bitch
Bagging up rappers like leftovers on a dish
I'm all funk you can smell it in the wind
I stay persistent with these words that I bend
Make you see a vision clearer than a contact lens
I make amends with loose ends that couldn't connect
I'm really the best send a check I'll handle the rest
So many styles that I learned to perfect
And I ain't never stop till I have my last breath
Hip Hop in the blood has risen to the surface
Rehearse this so many times it's ready to purchase
Regurgitate from my mind when the people want versus

Hung around the underground like Bebop Rocksteady
Shell toe Adidas and eight o eights that knocked heavy
Steadily in hollow hallways
Melodies ricochet throughout the maze projectively
Feels like yesterday the essence of music takes you away
In a time full array of history no limiting
Timeless souls will remain infinitely in a weightless mode
Uncontained and free
Free as a bird just where I want to be
Fly through the sky with a sharp gold beak
On fleek swoop sleek talons cleat for a Young Zoe beat
Complete with talent what up MJC
Got to let it breathe
V Sharp Zaahir Artphorum family
The only time I'm down is when I'm asleep
But then I wake up and I'm back on my feet it's like
One hand helps another
Unless they shellfish those ain't your brothers
Sounds like crabs in a bucket
Tugging on each other for nothing don't trust it
They're at the bottom spoiled
The only time they come ups when they're about to get boiled
So stay royal with a crown lit
V Sharp signing off peace with a pound hit

Peace to V Sharp peace to Young Zoe
Peace to all my people staying positive yo
I steps in the room like this is the booth
Let the music speak for itself tell the truth
Turn the mic on with the phantom power
Forty eight volts I'm the man of the hour
Put me in the mix on a track like tascam
Pick up wack rappers put them in the trash can
Golden era Zaahir for your ear
Spit Rhymes over couple blunts couple beers
Got the alien map tattooed on his bald head
And grew a afro you couldn't see from the tall kegs
Jetted out flash like this man's all legs
So they couldn't see him in the sights of the cross-hairs
And you can tell that his feet hurt
Went to Planet X and all he got was a t-shirt