produced by Statik Selektah
from the upcoming project Pick Ya Poison Vol . 1 dropping 6/17/22
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Pick Ya Poison Vol. 1

Translator feat. Statik Selektah

Pick Ya Poison, Vol. 1

Vandal on Spotify

Unruly (produced by Nottz)

To The Top (produced by D.R.U.G.S. Beats)

Pick Ya Poison, Vo. 1

Sweet Revenge (produced by Best Kept Secret)

Viceroy Music Group presents Vandal "C'Mon Mayne" featuring Ea$y Money. This hip-hop banger produced by D.R.U.G.S. Beats (featured production on Dr. Dre's Compton album) is another hit in what is rapidly becoming a stacked catalog. Vandal jumps on the track and leaves no room for doubt; he is not next; he is NOW! Tap in with Vandal https://linktr.ee/iamvandal | vandal@iamvandal.com | 617-905-1142

Single: Vandal - C'Mon Mayne (feat. Ea$y Money)

C'Mon Mayne (feat. Ea$y Money)

C'mon Mayne (feat. Ea$y Money)

Vandal teams up with one of Cambridge's finest King Fiya for "ionnowhatchutalkinbout" produced by Kelly Portis.  

From the upcoming project "Pick Ya Poison, Vol. 2: "Vice and Venom"

Definitely for the clubs and speakers.  Turn this one all the way up.

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ionnowhatchutalkinbout (feat. King Fiya)

You only see my madness
But don’t see my methods
You don’t see the offense
You only see me reckless
Cause and effect is the name of the game
Don’t ask my way I stay in a rage
I ain’t see my manager for months
Then I saw his obituary
Goddamn that’s a whole lotta shit to carry
My heart sank when that shit hit the news
Now I walk around the industry
Bitter and confused
I’m still hurt from such a stunning loss
Keep wonderin if I said somethin to run him off
My bitch mad cuz I ain’t openin up
Said get a therapist
I saw ten, all of em suck
What’s the point for Black men
To go on the mend
Just to step outside
And get traumatized again
Same hood, same block
Same gang, same cops
Fuck this I’m tired
Y’all can all get shot
I got a lot of raw nerves
And a gun fetish to match
You get outta line
More than one head’ll get cracked
Edit my raps never
I’m too gone
Any bond you had with the happier me
Well that’s severed
Whatever

This is not what it looks like
This is not what it looks like
This is not what it looks like
Check ya eyesight fo’ you tell me it doesn’t look right

You see that bad bitch
But you ain’t see her bills
Mykonos, Goyard
Goddamn bitch chill
She hit me up
Said she want that ass tapped again
Hoping I can fuck away pain from human trafficking
Now don’t switch your focus
You ever seen tears of an angel
Mixed wit coke dust
There’s more war stories she’s hoping to tell
I’ll listen but I’m no help
I’m broken as well
See my sexual dysfunction 
But you ain’t see the sexual abuse
Wait hold up, I’m gettin to my truth
You didn’t see the cops
Hoppin out on a nigga
But you will see my rage when I get into the booth
Maybe you should see me wit a hand full of fury
Cuz I bet ya bottom dollar you won’t see the grand jury
You won’t see the body cam either
So don’t press me when you see 
So many goddamn heaters
Leave me alone
I reach out to the street wit my poems
You can fuck wit it or not nigga
To each his own
I know a few wanna see me dethroned
They won’t see me comin
But they will see my feet to ya dome
Muthafucka


This is not what it looks like
This is not what it looks like
This is not what it looks like
Check ya eyesight fo’ you tell me it doesn’t look right

Pick Ya Poison, Vol. 2: Vice & Venom

This Is Not What It Looks Like

Fuck, fight
Fuck, fight
Every other night
Fight, fuck
Fight, fuck

I tell you I’m gone cuz you ain’t actin right
Knowing goddamn well I’ll be back tonight
It’s a circle of pleasure
Plus a cycle of misery
I hate to admit that what I like may be killing me
The epitome of intimacy and angst
We frenemies you can take that to the bank
You emotionally wrecked
You know that I’m a mess
So we go back and forth like Jody and Yvette
Or more like Siya and Renaye
You love is like a weapon
Firing away
One minute you screamin 
Swingin on me crazy
Next minute ass in the air
Callin me baby
Maybe
I’ll think of some better lines
To make you act right
And hope for better times
So whether I’m
Kissin you softly
Holdin you to my chest
Or takin my fingers
And rope em round ya neck, we gon

Fuck, fight
Fuck, fight
Goddamn this shit is like
Every other night, we just
Fight, fuck
Fight, fuck
You know I love you
But we both pushin our luck, we just
Fuck, fight
Fuck, fight
Goddman this shit is like
Every other night, we just
Fight, fuck
Fight, fuck
You know I love you
But we both pushin our luck

I love you now I hate ya
Either way it goes
We gon wake up the neighbors
I try to let you go
But I can’t escape ya
It’s like you’re my vice, my addiction
Don’t like when it’s mentioned
My niggaz keep tellin me
Yeah that bitch is toxic
I’m quick to get pissed
And switch the topic
And your girlfriends mad
Cuz you not gon leave
Wondering why you never called the cops on me
Same reason I never called the cops on you
Cuz we ain’t tryin to end up at the top of the news
This torturous back and forth shit
Got me confused
But guaranteed this a fight
I do not wanna lose
Then again winnin’s somethin we never do
I just pray for a better me and a better you
So whether you
Use ya pussy to say you got ya man
Or steak knives, boxcutters, pots and pans, we gonna

Fuck, fight
Fuck, fight
Goddamn this shit is like
Every other night, we just
Fight, fuck
Fight, fuck
You know I love you
But we both pushin our luck, we just
Fuck, fight
Fuck, fight
Goddman this shit is like
Every other night, we just
Fight, fuck
Fight, fuck
You know I love you
But we both pushin our luck

Just took one look
Can’t get her outta my head now
Lookin at my pockets
I done spent all of my bread now
Shoulda been one night
Can’t get her outta my bed now
I can’t front
You can have whatever you want
Go ahead girl

I never woulda thought
One bad lil broad could back me down
She got my head in the clouds
Can’t wait for her to come back around
I’ll admit it I’m addicted
I’m hypnotized by her thickness
She broke me down I can’t fix this
So my command is her wishlist
When she walks by I get whiplash
Double D tits and a thick ass
Straddle on
My magic wand
When she ride it’s kinda like witchcraft
Fixated I can’t take it
Now my old bitches gonna prolly hate this
But she got a tight grip I cannot escape it
Lovesick ever since I got her naked
Why fake it

Just took one look
Can’t get her outta my head now
Lookin at my pockets
I done spent all of my bread now
Shoulda been one night
Can’t get her outta my bed now
I can’t front
You can have whatever you want
Go ahead girl
Keys to the whip (go ahead girl)
Keys to the crib (go ahead girl)
Wanna take that trip (go ahead girl)
You know you the shit (go ahead girl)
Wanna take my card (go ahead girl)
Go and buy the bar (go ahead girl)
You can have that bag (go ahead girl)
Damn bitch you bad (go ahead girl)

Does some shit I can’t mention 
She talks dirty damn right I listen
She articulates her intention
Make my solider stand at attention
She’s comin over and I can’t wait
For her to go down
And just gimme a sloppy kiss
Do it till my knees shake
Evil grin on her face
Goddamn you a cocky bitch
I swear to god she’s magnetic
The way she put it down
Can’t forget it
Here’s my bank card
Crash my credit
When I look at that ass
Girl my head just
Spins all around you’re my fetish
Let’s go another round
Girl I bet it’s
Gonna be astounding
Turn around
Ass up face down 
Let’s get reckless

Just took one look
Can’t get her outta my head now
Lookin at my pockets
I done spent all of my bread now
Shoulda been one night
Can’t get her outta my bed now
I can’t front
You can have whatever you want
Go ahead girl
Keys to the whip (go ahead girl)
Keys to the crib (go ahead girl)
Wanna take that trip (go ahead girl)
You know you the shit (go ahead girl)
Wanna take my card (go ahead girl)
Go and buy the bar (go ahead girl)
You can have that bag (go ahead girl)
Damn bitch you bad (go ahead girl)


I never woulda thought
One bad lil broad could back me down
Go ahead girl
She got my head in the clouds
Can’t wait for her to come back around
Go ahead girl

Go Ahead Girl (feat. Amandi Music)

Niggaz talkin crazy bout me like I’m hard to locate or some shit
Like I ain’t been in Codman Square forever
You know where I’m at nigga

I’m right here come and get me

And in case you didn’t know I’m on my Beantown shit bitch

I see shorty still checkin for me
I’m like bitch what you waitin on
You wanna fuck say somethin girl
I’m right here come and get me
These rappers sayin that they want it wit me
Well muthafucka what you waitin on
You want a war do somethin nigga
I’m right here come and get me

I hear these rappers talk
When I’m out on the street
Shit is funny to me
Straight comic relief
You know it’s classic rap
Whenever I’m on the beat
I beat emcees down
Feel like I’m the police
Niggaz sayin they run it
They can’t do me no harm
I mean what good is a king 
Without a nuclear bomb
And bitches know what I do wit my charms
When you handsome as me who needs Louis Vuitton 
Take that Louis money
Then invested in beats
It ain’t hard to tell why I’m the best in the street
I don’t wrestle or beef
Just address em wit heat
Take ya bitch backstage
Undressin ya freak
Nigga don’t lose ya head
Beefin over a rat
Be ashamed of the fact
You don’t know how to rap
Wanna spar wit the bars
Shit I’m hopin for that
I ain’t hard to find
Niggaz no where I’m at

I see shorty still checkin for me
I’m like bitch what you waitin on
You wanna fuck say somethin girl
I’m right here come and get me
These rappers sayin that they want it wit me
Well muthafucka what you waitin on
You want a war do somethin nigga
I’m right here come and get me

Chickens cluckin away
Bitches sharing they jokes
Tradin stories about me
Comparin they notes
They like girl I heard that nigga coming up
They see me gettin some shine
I guess they wanna fuck
Well I’m fuckin my favorite model now
The rest can wait
Ain’t much left to do but speculate
They poke and they prod and they investigate
Said I heard he ain’t shit
But the sex is great
I down to hitch a ride 
If he gon get rich
But he rollin dolo
Where the fuck is his click
Where he gettin his chips
What’s the size of his dick
I don’t know his girlfriend but ion like that bitch
Well if you know me
You know I don’t disappoint
I am handsome and paid
Bitch get the point
Are we fuckin or not
C’mon girl make it hot
Get your friend and her friend
We can all get it in

I see shorty still checkin for me
I’m like bitch what you waitin on
You wanna fuck say something girl
I’m right here come and get me
These rappers sayin that they want it wit me
Well muthafucka what you waitin on
You want a war do somethin nigga
I’m right here come and get me

Spectacular city
Wit some sinister spots
They tell half of the story
I’mma finish the plot
Sayin one Boston
But we know that it’s not
Scream Boston Strong
Neva been to the block
All my outta town niggaz
Hate to break it to ya
We the city of champs
But its still full of shooters
From that Sig 22 to the Beretta that I want
Shoot first nigga that is what I’m on
Run up on me get fired on
I’d rather go sip on patron
And give a bad bitch my bone
It’s fuckin amazin what I do wit my lines
It’s fuckin insane what I do wit my time
Just finished fuckin this Asian shorty blowin my mind
Got a Dominican bitch and she know how to grind
Fuck off the throne when you know that its mine
Fuck out my zone less you know how to rhyme
Bitch

I see shorty still checkin for me
I’m like bitch what you waitin on
You wanna fuck say something girl
I’m right here come and get me
These rappers sayin that they want it wit me
Well muthafucka what you waitin on
You want a war do somethin nigga
I’m right here come and get me

Come And Get Me

Kiss kiss
Bang bang

Yo Dutch this sounds like some take a rapper head off music

That wack shit we don’t need that (nah)
Hit em wit guillotine rap
Heads rollin do you see that? (yeah)
We hit em wit guillotine rap
Yo streets what’s the feedback? (huh?)
Hit em wit guillotine rap
We make they heads roll to where they knees at
We hit em with guillotine rap

I don’t think you wanna get it on wit the best
You about to send shots to the wrong address 
I leave competition often stressed
Most ain’t brave enough to cross me yet 
My words are amazing and awesome yes
Wanna brawl then I’ll maul you then call you
an ambulance get him on a stretcher yes sir
My lectures leave em lost and vexed 
I got a gang of bad bitches sayin take ya hands and put em on my breasts (yeah)
I got a gang of wack rappers sayin take ya foot and get if off my neck 
I’m only likely to do the first
When it comes to damage I do the worst
I know you wanna test me to prove ya worth
You better off takin time to choose a hearse 

That wack shit we don’t need that (nah)
Hit em wit guillotine rap
Heads rollin do you see that? (yeah)
We hit em wit guillotine rap
Yo streets what’s the feedback? (huh?)
Hit em wit guillotine rap
We make they heads roll to where they knees at (get em Dutch!)
We hit em with guillotine rap

I keep they eyes and they Heads rolling’ - light strolling’ 
shorty big shit check ya colon - skin golden
hair honey kissed lips bulldozin
catch me wit with the cousins like derozan (Yes)
Kill the scene? Bet. 
Creepin like a limousine stretch 
they ain’t know i got a guillotine rep
I probably forgot more than they ever seen yet
you prolly gotta wait cuz they ain’t selling these yet 
Now back to the gritty they say i got too pretty 
cuz i Been a big dawg ‘round all of these loose kitties 
goddess of the guilotine but for now bitch I’m Geechi 
Still fly ya top mind ya talk Oren Ishi  
How i pull up with these blades flows - swing sharp like Samarai - got em Cuttin off they main hoes 
Bitches softer than them Kangols! 
My Stilettos stepping over all these bodies at my ankles 

That wack shit we don’t need that (nah)
Hit em wit guillotine rap
Heads rollin do you see that? (yeah)
We hit em wit guillotine rap
Yo streets what’s the feedback? (huh?)
Hit em wit guillotine rap
We make they heads roll to where they knees at
We hit em with guillotine rap

It’s all about two bangs and two kisses
Please believe my slang is too vicious 
Rearrange the game as we see fit
Like Neo in this bitch you blink then you’ll miss it
Two biscuits but my shit is tucked
So dope that they should put my fists in cuff
I heard the beat and said this shit is tough 
So I had to go get Demolition Dutch 

This one for Godson (Fred) - this one for BlokWork
Each time i chop one checks come like clockwork 
Real quick to pop one oh yes these paws work 
Oh yes these broads hurt they hate just don’t …work
Ice cold when i speak
So they want a cheat code for the leak
Whole soul full of heat
Burn a lil bird on the beat
It’s hell when ReBelle on the beat kiss-kiss

That wack shit we don’t need that (nah)
Hit em wit guillotine rap
Heads rollin do you see that? (yeah)
We hit em wit guillotine rap
Yo streets what’s the feedback? (huh?)
Hit em wit guillotine rap
We make they heads roll to where they knees at (yeah)
We hit em with guillotine rap

Yeah 
Vandal
Demolition Dutch
I swear to God you don’t deserve to breathe the same air as us

Guillotine Rap (feat. Dutch Rebelle)

Weapons Test (interlude)

1. No Good (produced by Loman)
2. Where My Drink At? feat. Tony Yayo (produced by Kajmir Royale)
3. IDK Whatchu Talkin Bout feat. King Fiya (produced by Kelly Portis)
4. C’mon Mayne feat. Ea$y Money (produced by D.R.U.G.S. Beats)
5. Weapons Test (interlude)
6. Guillotine Rap feat. Dutch ReBelle (produced by Best Kept Secret)
7. Come and Get Me (produced by Best Kept Secret)
8. Go Ahead Girl feat. Amandi Music (produced by Latrell James)
9. FNF (produced by Kelly Portis)
10. This Is Not What It Looks Like (produced by D.R.U.G.S. Beats)

Yeah
Niggaz talkin real loud but they ain’t said shit
Damn

Word on the street is he ain’t gettin no chips
ionnowhatuchtalkinbout
I heard he a lame and can’t pull a bad bitch
ionnowhatuchtalkinbout
Word on the street is that nigga can’t spit
ionnowhatuchtalkinbout
I heard you run up on him and you won’t get hit
ionnowhatuchtalkinbout


Now let’s cut through the fray
Somebody go tell the bad bitches that a nigga came to play
Around my way
A lotta niggaz act funny
It’s okay that talk gets back to me
You heard that I’m a bum ass nigga
Well shit
This knot in my hand begs to differ
I’m lit
I bet my tongue get her to shiver
I’m slick
With the pen I guarantee to deliver
A hit
Yes I am that fuckin guy
Go against me I dare you to fuckin try
I keep winnin
I don’t even wonder why
I will turn ya battle cries to lullabies
You feel froggy nigga leap
You clowns shouldn’t even get to speak
I’m on the grind don’t have time to teach
So my knife hit ya neck
And ya body hit the street


Word on the street is he ain’t gettin no chips
ionnowhatuchtalkinbout
I heard he a lame and can’t pull a bad bitch
ionnowhatuchtalkinbout
Word on the street is that nigga can’t spit
ionnowhatuchtalkinbout
I heard you run up on him and you won’t get hit
ionnowhatuchtalkinbout

Nigga what you talkin bout
I ain’t tryna talk it out
Outline chalk it out
Fuck a bitch toss her out
Talking out the side your mouth
I might be outside ya house
I’m ya teacher time you out 
All i wear designer now
Fiya Man Vandalized the city 
Bitch its money season
Wonder why i chase the bag 
Know i got a hunnid reasons
I can never hate on niggas 
I just need my steak well seasoned
I can't give no break to niggas 
Make sure that our statement even
Ran it up went straight to Neiman’s
I cannot equate the meaning
Blowin on the sinsemilla
All my niggas straight we eatin
All my niggas makin breesh
Trappin outta state for weeks
Out in France eatin quiche
Milan for the bolognese
I just took Euro trip
I might eat some cuttlefish
I was on my subtle shit
Light bracelet no chain
I done seen a ho change
Swear this shit’s a cold game
Fiya Man gas man
Hank Hill, propane

Word on the street is he ain’t gettin no chips
ionnowhatuchtalkinbout
I heard he a lame and can’t pull a bad bitch
ionnowhatuchtalkinbout
Word on the street is that nigga can’t spit
ionnowhatuchtalkinbout
I heard you run up on him and you won’t get hit
ionnowhatuchtalkinbout

Word on the street is he ain’t gettin no chips
ionnowhatuchtalkinbout
I heard he a lame and can’t pull a bad bitch
ionnowhatuchtalkinbout
Word on the street is that nigga can’t spit
ionnowhatuchtalkinbout
I heard you run up on him and you won’t get hit
ionnowhatuchtalkinbout

Nothin good happens after 10 o’clock
Except this mic I’m finna rock
Big bottles, big cars, bad bitches in the spot
The way I flex increase my risk of gettin shot
R.I.P. to my man Tony, miss him a lot
Gonna do what I gotta to make shit hot
Come through get the guap
Give it all I got
So I hope it’s understood
I’m up to no good

Thank God for the underground economy
Quiet money got yo bitch on top of me
I see the property value bout to skyrocket
I’m cashin out
Put that shit in my pocket
Thirsty bitches they just watchin the flip
My hustle and charm make her wanna hop on the dick
She see me in VIP I bet she gon smile
Dick has her walkin funny like the methadone mile
Chiiiiile
That’s how she talk to her friends
Her bestie ain’t shit either
She sucked me off in her Benz
My tunnel vision don’t see nothin but mic fights
A silver lining on the dark cloud of nightlife
The right ice
Make the bezel shine under the strobe
My wondrous prose
Will cut asunder my foes
These grown men actin like some hatin ass hoes
Nothin I can’t handle
All hail Vandal

Nothin good happens after 10 o’clock
Except this mic I’m finna rock
Big bottles, big cars, bad bitches in the spot
The way I flex increase my risk of gettin shot
R.I.P. to my man Tony, miss him a lot
Gonna do what I gotta to make shit hot
Come through get the guap
Give it all I got
So I hope it’s understood
I’m up to no good

Why the fuck am I clubbin
I ain’t got no friends 
I’m preoccupied wit ends
And plottin my revenge 
Tonight is my night
Musta been God’s design
Nigga sat down in the section next to mine
He say he a promoter but that nigga a scammer
Whole hood lookin for him so he ran to Atlanta 
That was my nigga
Man we used to kick it and laugh
Now when I see him I’m thinkin bout whippin his ass
I fucked his bitch
She give me brain till her mouth hurtin 
She bout to leave him broke and sick
He still couch surfin 
I’m quite certain
What I write might hurt them 
I don’t give a fuck
You want drama you found the right person 
Knife is concerning
My burner’s a deterrent 
You want ass whippin nigga you bout to earn it
I get live
I thrive off of negative vibes
It’s nothin I can’t handle
All hail Vandal

Nothin good happens after 10 o’clock
Except this mic I’m finna rock
Big bottles, big cars, bad bitches in the spot
The way I flex increase my risk of gettin shot
R.I.P. to my man Tony, miss him a lot
Gonna do what I gotta to make shit hot
Come through get the guap
Give it all I got
So I hope it’s understood
I’m up to no good

No Good

Go Ahead Girl (feat. Amandi Music) [Radio Edit] - Single

Go Ahead Girl (feat. Amandi Music) [Radio Edit]

Go Ahead Girl (feat. Amandi Music) - Single

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Hailing from Boston, MA, Vandal chefs up a unique blend of cockiness, aggression, dark humor, playful themes, and deep introspection. Drawing from one of his primary influences, Dr. Dre, he has recruited several noteworthy producers who have contributed to multi-platinum and award-winning projects on Aftermath Records to score his "Pick Ya Poison" anthology: Nottz, Statik Selektah, Best Kept Secret, D.R.U.G.S. Beats, Trox, and more. "Pick Ya Poison Vol. 2: Vice & Venom" features production from Latrell James, Kajmir Royale, D.R.U.G.S. Beats, Kelly Portis, and Best Kept Secret. Dutch Rebelle, Tony Yayo, King Fiya, Amandi Music, and Ea$y Money are also featured on the project.

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