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Vast (talking; Vordul in []) |
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Yo, yo [what] |
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Def Jux, cipher unknown [this is hard right here] |
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Co-Flow what the deal? [this is Brooklyn right here] |
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This on fire right now [this is east, this is west] 3rd degree [what] (Vast Air Kramer) |
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Yo, I been nice but you rather put your hat in your sleeve |
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And break arms like |
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Segaul, don't wear your heart on your sleeve |
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There's two things in life; fact and belief |
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Yea, and you best to believe, it's a fact |
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I just rolled the leaf |
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Def Jux don't care about your culture or creed |
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Or the color you bleed, and it be |
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Ox versus aliens |
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All you see is martians piled up |
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That's jiggy shit; my b-boy chest rises up |
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You ain't a convict, you got caught jaywalking |
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And you don't know the alphabet, but you still talking |
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Well I got a blade too |
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And I know it's sharp enough to cut you |
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They call me starvin' |
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Harlem, scissor tongue, |
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I lick tissue |
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And pardon me, my lava just spit almost hit you |
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You know I got liver, spinning got a lot of it |
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We can call it in the air, this is for rain drop missiles |
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Heads or tails |
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The last cat who tried to see me, he now gotta touch braille |
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Everybody inherit the earth, why not? |
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We can sell it to the frail, and feed 'em fairy tales (Vordul) |
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Cannibal O-plus the- |
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X love to sex, microphones, the type of poems |
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We spit rips through scripts and strips ya bones |
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Yo we sick wit poems off the dome |
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I'm off the known, inhaling |
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Newports and eights |
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Cause New |
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York is sick, still we walk and spit |
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Straight off the dick |
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Wit these niggas please you freeze in the |
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NYC where everyone.. |
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Live from the 1-3-5 representing niggas that strive |
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Straight through hard times trying to survive |
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Inside of |
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New York, the island of crime |
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Where the most violent of minds, walkin these blocks |
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Stay eyeing on mine, yo my brain sparks like sporting a glock |
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I might start firing live, straight off of the top |
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Cannibal Ox, inspiring minds, flipping on tracks |
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Spitting these live, animal raps |
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I'm strangling cats, sliding on my side of the map |
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Thinking he all, you aint got it like a mighty matter of fact |
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You small, claiming you large? |
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I'm pulling ya car, leavin ya scarred |
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Reppin tragedy, warfare, but nod yo, this god writes like |
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Travelled bars and dabbled stars and shine to |
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Rap Allah, yo we crack cigars that gettin' me stressed |
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Pulling on sets, stabbing these birds, loving the sex |
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Now I'm chillin in front of my rest |
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Smoking the rent, watching these cops, popping on blocks |
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Screaming y'all niggas aint nothing awake |
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We trying to gain freedom like a tribe in |
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Tibet Starving niggas had to still spit it live on the set |
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Live on the set |
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You know what |
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I'm sayin? |
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I dunno So nigga |
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How you do it, we stay moving |
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Through the jungle, ghetto surviving, spittin lines off the |
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How you do it, we stay moving |
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Through the jungle, ghetto surviving, spittin lines off the |
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So how you do it, |
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Cannibal O-plus the- |
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X Love to sex, microphones, the type of poems |
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We spit rips through scripts and strips ya bones |
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Off the dome, |
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I'm off the known, inhaling |
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Newports and eights |
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Cause New |
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York is sick, but still we walk and spit |
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Straight off the dick |
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Wit deez, straight off the dick with these |
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Y'all gon' freeze in the |
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NYC Cannibal |
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O, hail from the |
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B y'all better realize |
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Unh ah, unh unh unh |
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Cipher unknown, |
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Cannibal O unh |
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Straight off, straight off, straight off the dick with these |
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Y'all niggas freeze so please unh, unh, straight off the dick with these straight off the dick with these y'all niggas freeze |
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In the NYC so c'mon, please (instrumental to fade) |
