Viant Inc. was a multi-national Internet consulting firm, founded in San Francisco in April 1996, that became one of the most successful web consulting firms during the early stages of the Internet era.
The company was founded by Eric Greenberg, Duc Haba, Dwayne Nesmith, and Robbie Vann-Adibé as Silicon Valley Internet Partners (SVIP).
It was one of the first consulting firms to attempt to integrate the disparate disciplines of strategy, 'creative' (design), and technology into a single value proposition and project approach. Such blended multi-disciplinary approaches have since become common.
With investment from Mohr Davidow Ventures, Trident Capital, and Kleiner, Perkins, Caufield & Byers, SVIP grew rapidly.
Robert Gett, from Cambridge Technology Partners, was recruited in mid-1996 in be the CEO. At this point, SVIP corporate functions moved to Boston, Massachusetts. Greenberg left the company in early 1997, and subsequently founded Scient.
SVIP changed its name to Viant in the spring of 1998 after a company-wide vote. Its San Francisco Bay Area offices relocated in 1998 to the South of Market area in San Francisco.
Chorus: (Fiend) [All] 9X
(Do you know who you fuckin with?)
[Don't start no shit, there won't be no shit]
[Mystikal] (Fiend)
I'm the tarantula on the caterpillar
I'm the 18-wheeler rolling over the armadillo
I'm the orange-and-blue fire comin from under the skillet
(Do you know who you fuckin with?)
I'm the dick in the pussy, I'm the fly on the shit
I'm the motherfuckin, concrete-crushing torpedo
I'm that loud, hard [thumping sound] that killed the mosquito
I'm the motherfuckin red ant draggin the bettle
Nigga remember me when you was shootin up? I was that needle
When you coughin, I'm that (cough) that comes from your chest
When you dead, I'm the maggots that's eatin your flesh
I'm every last sad note from the violin
I'm the hammer that hit that firing pin
I was the voice in your head that was tellin you not to try it again
Now I'm the carbon dioxide that replace your oxygen
I'm the mysterious, Mystikal monument
I'm the man, I'm the south, I'm the muthafuckin prince
Chorus: repeat 8X
[Fiend]
Me? A bad motherfucker, boy
Hater destruction, pistol bustin (BHAW, BHAW)
I'm the chubby one cussin, verbally keep em (?)
Herbaly keep em puffin, all the weed that I need
Smokin some trees, I groove from some left over seeds
Leave it to the soldier's creed
on the set where they pretends (TAKE THAT)
Throwin some hot shit nigga (TAKE THAT BOY) faded all my ends
Give a fuck if it were ten
I want nine and the change (GIVE MY CHANGE BOY)
Doing strange things behind mine and my change, boy (COMIN, COMIN)
I'm a bad man, let it be known to any cop (FUCK Y'ALL)
Use a ten, many glocks and got plenty in stock (GOT MORE NIGGA)
If anything the tank hot, that paper keep us heated
Computer can't delete it
And penicillin can't defeat it
Chorus X 8