Watch the official music video for “SITH” by Vin Jay, now featured on RapStarVidz. Check out the visuals above, then scroll down to learn more about the release.
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Vin Jay – SITH lyrics:
The Lord gave me determination and grit
Don’t beat around the bush, I prefer to say what it is (Yeah)
Perfect aim when I’m lurking and burner spray from the hip
Then forcefully choke ’em like I learned the ways of the Sith
Termination abyss, vertebrae getting ripped
Record him while he screaming, I’ll turn his pain to a hit
I heard your little rap, if that’s your version of a diss?
Then I’ll be really out for blood like the murder case of a Crip
Can’t let a pussy be dictating my actions (Nah)
Shit is propane, I’m a lit flame to the gas with a sick brain, I’m an addict
It’s all a joke ’til your rib cage getting cracked, and I’m still craving the static
All up in your grill like a kid playing in traffic
I’m rich, famous, and laughing, my crib claimed on my taxes (Ha)
This kid yapping like Vin Jay was a manic
Just keep in your own lane, you bitch-made little has-been
Just let me know if it’s a problem or it ain’t (What?)
I know that I got commas in the bank, but I’ll still sock you in the face
And that’s me showing obvious restraint
I’ll lift the grip up, and I ain’t talking ollie in the state
You obsolete and fake for getting cocky from the fame
So I’ma give you all my lyrics, let you copy ’em and paste
But still you wouldn’t top me in the ranks (Why?)
I swear the only buzz you getting now is from the oxy’ and the ‘caine
The prodigy remains, it’s time to put your body in a grave
I’m sick of all the gossip and debates
Careers looking rocky as Dwayne, that’s why you hollering my name
There ain’t too many options that remain (Nah)
Man-to-man, stop that, I’m sad your fans want that
Keep sneak dissing, you can plan to grab contracts
All that slick talk will turn to hand-to-hand combat
9-1-1, get the ambulance on that
Yeah, I reload and seek no truce
No need of a cheat code, delete foes, and leave no proof
Homie, I’m potent with the tunes, I’ll leave him broken and abused
He said he’d never back down, so let’s provoke him ’til he do
Now this the product of the formative scars
I manifested into blessings from me torching the bars
I was broke and now my net worth is orbiting Mars
So I don’t rap like the renters do, the mortgages are
Homie, I was fourteen freestyling on a blacktop
Never thought I’d make five milli’ off a laptop
Your shit’s a festival, I’m leaving when the band stop
Metal on my body and it’s not to keep the brand hot
Can’t ignore the signs, homie, I was born to thrive
Four-door Porsches on resorts and I’ll afford it fine
Getting bored of performing
It’s sort of mortifying to me making a fortune every quarter is getting normalized
Swear the paper is a fatal pursuit
You either make a lane or make an excuse
That’s why I’m lacing the booth
And sonning rappers like I’m raising the youth
I tell ’em, “Look in my direction, now you facing the truth”
Yeah, they want me for the feature, I just gracefully decline
But really, y’all should take it as a sign (What?)
I hate to be the guy to let you know that you complacent and deprived
And never been the one displaying greatness in his prime
I faithfully remind ’em of the traits that I define
That’s authenticity and skill, and they’ve been tastefully refined
You basic by design, it’s painful to describe
I heard your whole fucking album
Not a statement I’d rewind, you little bitch
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Beat Produced by: H1TMAN
Mix & Master: Nick Niker
Shot & Directed by : Anickan
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