Cannibal Ox - Raspberry Fields Lyrics
[Vast Aire Kramer]Yeah, know what I'm sayinThink you got it figured out by nowYo, yoIf first you don't succeed try, try againStep up to the mic and die againThis is the next lifetime and you wanna battleEither you like reincarnation or the smell of carnationsThe sample's the flesh and the beat's the skeletonYou got beef but there's worms in your WellingtonI'll put a hole in your skull and extract your skeletonOh my God, said a word twice, Vast Aire, I'm twice as niceYou get caught up, in my blade, might get dicedThe flesh is dangerous hereYo, hahaha, yo, it's Can O, yoIf first you don't succeed try, try againStep up to the mic and die againThis is the next lifetime and you wanna battleEither you like reincarnation or the smell of carnationsThe sample's the flesh and the beat's the skeletonYou got beef but there's worms in your WellingtonI'll put a hole in your skull and extract your gelatinMustard seed faith move mountainsThis is jailhouse rap, rock hardLike faces in a cell blockYou'll catch a Kennedy curse from the speedknotSon, I mack cause I think differentPlus your girl's sex technology, I wanna plug inNow every golden egg my goose lay stay goldenWith your poker face, I punch you in the stomach and you foldedFolded, f-f-folded, folded, f-f-fo-fo-Yo, see what happens***** with the wrong peopleYou might get dragged into a kitchen, and cut upThis is for real right here, Def Jux right hereI'm serious, yo, Vordul Megilah[Vordul Megilah]Yo, uhSpit with lyrics, that spill off the grill nastyOff the top, live five, fancyFly mic strapped with nozzlesBlowin Earth's color through a nostrilApostle that write novels with thoughts, mega hostileReady to pop you, venomous snakes out the CongoWith through these clear opticsYo, with large, I'll watch youRap in the coldest winters, strapped withAll sorts of snorkels attached to hoods that pull over Motorola gogglesWe pigeons equipped, with talons to twist, split owlsNow watch me, skate off the scene with a mongoosePop a Willie and, I'll leave you deuce bottles ofFrozen rhyme juiceSmoke bubble gum while munchin on MilanosWe crazy, off the head, lazyBlaze emcees, amaze with degreesOn a higher level, in-spire devil to leaveGod cypher alone, bomb pipes on bonesArchitect when I write these poems, write these poems, write these poems
