• 标题:Iron Galaxy
  • 歌手:Cannibal Ox
  • 专辑:The Cold Vein (Deluxe Edition)
  • 卡拉OK评级:5★
  • 语言:en
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    My shell, mechanical found ghost
    But my ghetto is, animal found toast
    My shell, mechanical found ghost
    But my ghetto is, animal found toast
    My shell, mechanical found ghost
    But my ghetto is, animal found toast
    Animal found toast... but my ghetto ... animal
    Life's ill, some-time's life might kill
    Vordul Mega, five digits grab mic's mic strike type ill
    Is life real? Yo akhi builds
    When life feels, like earth don't spin
    Whirlwinds mic blend
    Lifes at a stand-still, dangerous 'cause man kills
    And still, cats visualize life ghetto like
    Born mind, sometime these cats see life
    Street life incomplete light and be like
    I'm a live life after this
    One crime, one line from the Mega-la
    Blow spine, everyone
    Knows the city's ill, cats kill
    Still black man holds nine
    Gotta chill star
    see-A.L.L.A.H
    Be the light of Shamar
    Work hard Shamar see-Cipher-A.L.L.A.H
    Adapt bars snatch stars
    and detach large, channels
    But our bar's handle might break mic's
    Vordul Megala the cannibal ate mic's
    Strive live live fuck five I want a hundred and eight mic's
    "Son, yo son did you see that kid yo?
    Yo, yo, Chill out man, chill out.
    Yo son did you, yo son he pulled it out..."
    Five digits cock biddy nine mili
    One floor shine silly
    Spun city one verbs hit milly
    Little girls spinnin' curls three sixty
    Livin' in in a world shitty
    Yo they spun young earth, now shitty
    And while 5-0 might shoot black head
    Nigga sorry I sold space suit to crack heads
    D.T's operate mechanically, po-po in slow-mo
    Black kids, locked away
    Attic key, plus one fourth pound of smoke flow
    While, lock head fabian
    Achmed Arabian
    Layin' in
    Bodeg holdin' drama a.k
    Spoke like as-salaam-a-opaque
    Chokin' vodka mixed with o.j
    Wig splits mad quick
    Spinnin' three six oh ways
    see 4 blew the door nuber eight
    Summer fate tank top with a knot
    Number nine said run the place
    Took my girl, stereo, c.d plus the tape
    Yo star, don't wet that
    Fucked her face lets stuff the plays
    Jet back to santa cruz californ-i-a
    Peace to see-God locked up cat born nine ways
    Come home mad soon
    Live ill, life things just like little black girl got shot
    Damn it hurts when they spun earth filled with knots
    Gonna make a difference so we get locked
    Caught in the shit and losin' what we got
    Come on black
    E-qual-E-qual
    "Do you know that you're one of the few pradator species
    that preys even on itself?"
    And if there's crack in a basement
    Crack heads stand adjacent
    Anger displacement
    Two step arangements
    You were a still born baby
    Mother didn't want you, but you were still born
    Boy meets world, of course his pops is gone
    What you figga
    That chalky outline on the ground is a father figure
    So he steps to the next stencil, that's a hustler
    Infested with money and diamond cluster
    Lets talk in laymen terms
    Rotten apples and big worms
    Early birds and poachers
    New York is evil at it's core, so those who have more than them
    Prepare to be vic-tims
    Ate up by vultures, the politicians
    In a dog eat dog culture, that'll sick 'em
    Lack of mineral, we take it personal
    A pigeon can't drop shit if it never flew
    Every day is no frills, empty krills
    Broken 40 bottles and m.c's with skills
    I rest my head on 115
    But miracles only happen on 34th, so I guess life is mean
    And death is the median
    And pergatory is the mold that we settle in
    "No doubt"
    I've got that Eve's Bayou sense of touch
    So I fought, to touch every hand of a fan to read their thoughts
    Battered wives, molested children
    Roaches on the floor, rats in the ceiling
    Cats walk around New York with two fillin's
    One is in their mouth the other, does the killin'
    I'm Vast Air, Kramer, top billin'