[Intro: Samples]
"Hello, I’m Dean Stockton of Eastern State University in America, and I am prepared to offer you a full science scholarship."
"Viktor used the college, used its modern scientific equipment to conduct strange, forbidden experiments."

[Verse]
Somewheres out in cop-killer Queens
Where bo deans stop limousines and n***as flee the scene
Somebody on his back bleeding vest all cracked up
"Freeze clown, officer down, request for back up"
Listen dude don't get me misconstrued as a sniper
It's V Vaughn, not to be confused with V, La Viper
Or either Peter Parker, or either Peter Piper
A seed the type to pee the diaper blame it on the wiper
"It's really not your concern why I got the knife, sir"
He suggest remain calm, let's not get -- "No!"
Slash his windpipe, he had them type of eyes
He might be still alive, how you get this thing to hyper drive?
Oh, give my props to the shooter
Prices at a all time low in the future
Something like 14, they must be on horse pills
OT and zero-three to re-up on force fields
At that cost, deal, he plotted the coordinates
2003 winter time upper west side, more or less
This thing be buggin' like a celly frontin'
Who the hell is honey with the slug in her belly, stuntin'
You ain't have to tell V nuthin'
Trust him, it really ain't no time for discussion
He'd be back in '93, press of a button, and they busted in
His first impulse was to smack the dirt
All four wore plain clothes and lumberjack shirt
Recognize one face from school six degrees ago
He'd snuff him in his braces just to switch the station to BGO
He kept a punchline every lunch break, lunch time
And this is no time to pump fake, it's crunch time
The same split second, they let off the toast
That's when he hit the speed dial and sped off, ghost
I know those cats don't like V
And if they took my head off they'd get off most likely
And probably thought the time gizmo was my wallet
And hit the hills, no, forty more times on some foul shit
Pick a crime, he was out in the nick of time
To get paid another day and live to kick a sicker rhyme
For iller, it's like Miller malt liquor time
Up town finery where it's probably not best to flaunt
Everyone's your best friend, V steps into the restaurant
"My friend," he said, "You must be psychic"
"What's the price of- "Fourteen! It’s good, you like it!"
Huh, be back tonight
The fourteen G pack was really packed tight
But back at the lab he found the Sleestak was right
Not only was it three cracks light, but too white
The test show lactose, anbesol, lecithin
Five types of aspirin and other kinds of medicines
Next time I'll bring my men who speak Mexican
And let the Techs spin, make 'em contact the next of kin
The whole thing is mostly lactose, lecithin
And some type of aspirin, Anbesol medicine
Damn, motherfucker
Let's go get 'em, men!