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Ladies and gentlemen
I would like to take the time to indroduce to you (uh uh)
A group of very talented young performers (cannibals)
Bloody and violent individuals (runnin down your area)
People who are bound to eat your children in a fit of rage

Cypher unknown phone home
The bone box national
Scratch demonstrater attatch that to dedicate
This involves all total all city carter
Caught a all city kid nurtured in the game on the stage
In a place we live
Enter a man saturated don mega radio died essential kid
Add a frequency to sifted intelligent broch fed lid
To go buy rent I sent them

[Vast Aire]
You wanna pop shit and get popped in the top lip?
I shoot the five and on a good day I bite bullets
We use bear traps to catch weasels
Metal mouth's diesel and the bite's lethal
We in the catacombs nappy headed never used a comb
And built with the forces that blew away Dorothy's home
I grab the mic like, "Are You Experienced?"
But I don't play the guitar, I play my cadence
And If I exhaled arguments only to hold my breath
I would die and I ain't talking hair color
I'm talkin' about the reality with my mother's eye water
The author with a Paper Mate
Spittin' paperweights

From the tract in a government funded botch free range
A 22 nicotine patch automatics to date
When it comes to cross suck of the day
Chantella residence
Residence, I be, NYC

[Vast Aire]
Now this environment's a product of me
Function sloppy identity copied
With a rhyme scheme so ill we change rap to con artist
I'm honest to a fault and it's my fault I'm that honest
I guess it's the dimension I climb up
I flow like arachnids on water spouts
The circle is never seen and seldomly heard about
They put me in a cage and Mega will break me out

[Vordul Megala]
Broke out the cage and blazed an ice cold bowel of sage
Patrollin' the maze with four hoes and blades
Spit flows straight off corn rows and braids
Light bones and strike those with
Words I spray automatic vinyl acapell
separate the soul from the shell
Trapped in the belly
Find me spittin' these raps on the celly
That's Mega poppin' off some long lecture
Send a message for those starvin' in the Mega
Cookin' up measures stressin' the po'
Mixed in the vein cold trying to escape
As the pain grows with the same flows
Fit for those wanted to oppose copyright this vision
Leave you leakin' on a stretcher
Puffin on the o pop you with a biscuit
fuckin' with the o plus the x
Bust with effects head blown
Shine these cats divine spit with lines
That go straight through spines
Witness animals robbin' armored trucks
And escape with nines
Cause tragedies, crack clavicles, rap classical
We're at 7th Ave. New York the city of crime
And the city sublime
Rap this subliminal thoughts of criminal ways
While critical times got my mind locked in a physical maze
Trapped in another noose guzzlin' two Kahluas
Pop through your bubble goose with raps takes time
Pissy still this all day flow mic jiggy
Rep that NY City, trapped in the shitty, we gets busy
On Mike Nitty, stay trizzy, rap phillies
And crack dutches live in the rap function
Flows often bananas off the nut crunches
Salute profanity with middle finger fuckers
Live for you duckers, suckers... hahaha I don't have an end piece

That's hot


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    Lyric CorrectionAfter "People who are bound to eat your children in a fit of rage" he says "and then smile in your face"

    At the end, he says "I don't have an end piece"

    Iamoxon July 25, 2010   Link

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