Cannibal Ox
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Yo, music is my love, press play on stereoid
Life is a breath of fresh air, mahogon-oid
Negroids act like Sigmund Freud
Dreaming of a perfect thy-roid,
Screaming cerebrum steroid.
Faking-jack decoys got beef with Ox,
You can get caught in my Real Earth chatterbox.
That's virtual, if you drunk a V8,
You couldn't be parallel, because hell is vertical.
A-ha, fooled ya, thought it was beneath you,
Got propelled in the sky, now soul is see-through,
But it doesn't matter cause there's no molecules,
Then genius becomes burden to ridicule.
Realize much is at stake,
And excuse me for lack of better words, that's my bond that never breaks,
Pierce hearts with stakes, bloodsuckers cast no reflection,
In my prism detention, they hate.
On Prison's intentions, get diesel, read a book,
Find god in a cell block, that's your fate.
I'm that voice in the back of LL's head saying
"You gonna let a weed plant do that?" yeah, I like to instigate,
This aint a space race so why you russian,
To be the first to catch a concussion, from El-P's percussion.
Watch me throw a sentence in the air, say word up,
That's just a phrase from my action, like a bum with a cup.
And Rome wasn't built in a day but it fell in one,
And you don't got half of a step but you walk like one.
I got callouses on my hand cause I held the sun uneven,
Got the weight of the world on my chest and still breathing.
CanOx is like Double-O-7 and man from U.N.C.L.E.,
You off the top rope, but I ripped the turn-buckle.
You a halloween thug, I'll expose ya face,
And use you as an example that fell from grace,
They lied when they said there was no aire in space,
I'll boil an emcee to the teeth with no trace.
I'm like Moses with a staff that parts the Red Sea,
But it's a new day, so I use the mic to depart emcees.
This Earth is as real as a Chinese fortune cookie,
In English with lottery numbers; I'm finished.
With lottery numbers, I'm finished.