Stress Rap

Cannibal Ox

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    [vordul megalon]
    Yo the ny city got a nigga feelin' shitty
    Tryin' to make it through the struggle
    Niggas bubble in the jungle selling crack by the bundles
    Yo these raps might hunt you like a cat in the jungle
    Spittin' lines off the humble
    Make your whole team crumble, what the fuck made you fumble?
    In these streets where they fuck you like the face of a demon
    I repent every evening, trapped in the ?, starvin', never eatin'
    Yo i stay bleedin', while you jakes stay tryin' to take freedom
    I'm like just a brother tryin' break even
    Movin' through these odd(?) days watchin' every snake breathin'
    Ready to deface the ? at night
    I'm just tryin' to reshape the meaning of life
    Flowing on mics, blowing you types off of the earth
    Livin' it worse, ready to burst on the first
    Thinking he got it, yo, the apple stays rotten

    [chorus - vordul]
    Stress rap, this applies to where we rest at
    Ny city full with nothing but stressed cats
    That wanna test that flame of yours, but not ready
    When we aim, the war's absolute retaliation against all
    For real

    Vast aire [vordul]:
    [starvin... harlem]
    Yo, yo, elohim, with the rhyme scheme
    And when the lyrics leave the mouth they look like light beams
    With wings attached to mic i say fly rhymes
    Read between the lines [aire vast lines]
    The beat be tryin' to sex me and marry me
    I'm talking white picket fence and a family [of vasts]
    They stand behind me, and reflect reality
    Stage one- master of ceremonies
    And when the seven magnificent walked in
    Raisin' hell to lower heaven
    We explored all the crevices
    Brothers is mad i wear knowledge like a third degree, burn,
    Light the match, put it to the rhyme book, make sure it all fits in the urn
    The cream of life, beats and rhymes are butter
    That in which i churn
    Stupid, you could say these masculine thoughts are homosexual
    'cause they blow heads like that dead clothes designer
    All men were created equal, emcees are uneven
    Ask blind man steven if he's even seen how the sunset looks
    That's something you couldn't feel with a braille book
    I'm hear to smack your ear drum long, so hum along
    Let's communicate with rhythm, tell 'em to come along
    You'll get smacked right in the kisser like jackie gleason
    And watch sun/son set it off like light decreasing, oh shit
    Watch sun/son set it off like light decreasing

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    [chorus]

    Vordul [vast]:
    [what's going on?] everything going wrong in the ghetto
    Cops desert storm on blocks lettin' off
    And they gettin' off on the ease
    On the corner ds hop out of unmarked vs and squeeze 'till we on our knees
    ? po' on ice put us in the freeze on the streets of
    Bloody beasts, hoodies and fiends
    I stay muddy in a sleeze
    With ozs, breathin' through the vein cold
    Got my whole frame froze
    Tryin' to escape hold
    Twist off the l, they got ice in my grill and i'm dirty
    And all i need for them to unlawfully search me
    Throw me in a cell, seven thirty
    With thoughts hurtin', searchin' for freedom
    We tryin' to get it and we stay bleedin'
    Hear that, one time i'll scream pheonix

    [vast]
    Yo it's the starvin', happy harlem, rap magician
    Chained underwater, in sixty seconds the body's missing
    Snake in the grass at six feet you can hear him hissin'
    I got a problem with your mouth, so i don't listen
    Stress rap, you got one, i got five
    You do yours, i do mine, but i'm still alive
    They used to call me crazy joe, had a bazooka
    Now they can call me batman, beyond your maneuvers
    Shit, i'm atoms fam to the bone marrow
    Fuck a soul, even god knows this body is hollow
    You love new york, but new york don't love you
    You're just a toy with lucille ball's hairdo
    On the mic it's all magic and i got short sleeves
    And i'm just that nice, i might let you breathe
    Put a mic in front of me, and i'm gonna bless it
    Hummingbird style, seventy times in one second
    Hummingbird style, seventy times in one second

    [chorus 2x]

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    Composición: El-P

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