Iron Galaxy - Cannibal Ox.mp3

[00:00.000] 作词 : Theodore Arrington II/Shamar Gardner/Jaime Meline
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Theodore Arrington II/Shamar Gardner/Jaime Meline
[00:00.000] 编曲 : El-P
[00:00.000]Intro
[00:34.242]"I feel like everybody wants something from me."
[00:36.944]"Yeah tell me about it. It's a cold world out there. Sometimes I think I'm getting a little frosty myself."
[00:47.528]Hook
[00:47.728]My shell, mechanical found ghost
[00:50.520]But my ghetto is animal found toast
[00:53.402]My shell, mechanical found ghost
[00:56.134]But my ghetto is animal found toast
[00:59.060]My shell, mechanical found ghost
[01:01.829]But my ghetto is animal found toast
[01:05.476]Animal found toast
[01:07.550]But my ghetto
[01:08.694]Animal
[01:09.459]Verse 1: Vordul Mega
[01:09.659]Life's ill, sometimes life might kill
[01:12.563]Vordul Mega, five digits grab mics, mic strike type ill
[01:16.111]Is life real? Yo akh' he builds
[01:18.115]When life feels like Earth don't spin, whirlwinds might blend
[01:21.670]Life's at a standstill, dangerous cause man kills
[01:24.492]And still cats visualize life ghetto like
[01:27.305]One mind, sometime these cats see life
[01:30.134]Street life in complete light and be like
[01:32.528]I'm a live life after this one crime
[01:35.160]One line from the Megalah blow spines
[01:37.919]Everyone knows the city's ill, cats kill
[01:40.169]Still black man holds nine, Gotta chill star C-A.L.L.A.H
[01:43.649]Be the light of Shamar, work hard Shamar C-Cipher-A.L.L.A.H
[01:47.427]Adapt bars snatch stars and detach large channels
[01:50.715]But our bar's handle might, break mics
[01:52.913]Vordul Megalah the cannibal ate mics
[01:55.172]Strive, live live
[01:56.426]F**k five, I want a hundred and eight mics
[01:59.000]Vast Aire:
[01:59.093]Son, yo son did you see that kid yo?
[02:01.948]Yo, yo, Chill out man, chill out
[02:04.351]Yo son did you, yo son he pulled it out..."
[02:06.086]Verse 2: Vordul Mega
[02:06.286]Five digits cock biddy nine milli
[02:08.405]One floor shot silly, spun city one verse hit milly
[02:11.919]Little girls spinning curls three sixty, living in a world sh*ty
[02:15.399]Yo they spun young earth, now sh*tty
[02:17.567]NY 5-0 might shoot black head
[02:20.282]N***a sorry I sold space suit to crack head
[02:23.154]DTs operate mechanically, po-po in slow-mo
[02:26.600]Black kids locked away, add a key
[02:28.834]Plus one fourth pound of smoke flow
[02:31.081]While lock head Fabian, Ahmed Arabian, laying in
[02:34.892]Bodeg holding drama AK, spoke like As-salāmu OK
[02:39.060]Choking vodka mixed with OJ
[02:41.116]Wig splits mad quick
[02:42.563]Spinning three six O wave, C4 blew the door
[02:46.116]Number eight, Summer face tank top with a knot
[02:48.824]Number nine said run the place
[02:50.655]Took my girl stereo, CD, plus the tape
[02:53.508]Brooke star, don't wet that, f**ked her face lets stuff the place
[02:56.920]Jet back to Santa Cruz, Californ-i-a
[02:59.623]Peace to C-God locked up, cat born nine ways
[03:02.646]Come home mad soon, live ill, life phases
[03:05.445]Like little black girl got shot
[03:07.927]Damn it hurts when they spun earth filled with knots
[03:10.646]Gonna make a difference so we get locked
[03:13.325]Caught in the shit and losing what we got
[03:16.023]Come on black equals, equals"Do you know that you're one of the few predator species
[03:22.672]That preys even on itself?"
[03:25.000]El-P:
[03:25.126]And if there's crack in a basement
[03:26.614]Verse 3: Vast Aire
[03:26.814]Crack heads stand adjacent
[03:28.538]Anger displacement from food stamp arrangements
[03:30.856]You were a still born baby, mother didn't want you
[03:33.991]But you were still born
[03:35.500]Boy meets world, of course his pops is gone, what you figure
[03:39.718]That chalky outline on the ground is a father figure?
[03:42.855]So he steps to the next stencil, that's a hustler
[03:46.089]Infested with money and diamond cluster
[03:48.243]Let's talk in layman terms
[03:49.903]Rotten apples and big worms, early birds and poachers
[03:53.798]New York is evil at its core, so those who have more than them
[03:57.846]Prepare to be victims
[03:59.726]Ate up by vultures, the politicians
[04:02.289]In a dog eat dog culture, that'll sick 'em
[04:05.378]Lack of mineral, we take it personal
[04:07.816]A pigeon can't drop shit if it never flew
[04:10.667]Every day is no frills, empty krills
[04:13.690]Broken 40 bottles and MCs with skills
[04:16.048]I rest my head on 115
[04:17.940]But miracles only happen on 34th, so I guess life is mean
[04:21.892]And death is the median
[04:23.535]And purgatory is the mode that we settle in (no doubt)
[04:27.232]I've got that Eve's Bayou sense of touch
[04:29.330]So I fought, to touch every hand of a fan to read their thoughts
[04:33.734]Battered wives, molested children
[04:36.310]Roaches on the floor, rats in the ceiling
[04:38.927]Cats walk around New York with two fillings
[04:41.952]One is in their mouth, the other does the killing
[04:44.796]I'm Vast Aire, Kramer, top billing
[04:50.476](Yo rest in peace to Big L, 139)