Cannibal Ox - Vein Lyrics
[Vordul]Pop goes the flow of the weaselStrapped with an Ox full of dieselTrapped in the desert with eaglesThoughts of ghetto acapellas in cathedralsSpilling heavy gospels with cheatersTwisted up, high off the reeferLost beyond regions of logic and reason, just beingWe high so be not so obedient to society's laws and limitationsLost in this ghetto populationI'm just another face that's facing all types of, likeStereotypes and hatredBut I ain't going to whet that and get all stressed outI'm just trying to make it and strive with my...HellbentHell went through changes, emotions, inner thoughts and ragesRelieved and released on pagesMy life in its cycle and stagesSeen through descriptions in natureEver since back in the days when niggaz was loving and hatingEveryone trapped and two thou caught The MatrixWith diseases of judgement that breed through the hatredConceived through these scenes and then paintedNow what really defines the line of a haterAnd what defines the line of someone even greaterAnd what makes somebody jump that line trying to take itWrapped behind enemy lines trying to make itMind in another universe while my physical's stuck on the earthIn these inner city mazes[Vast Aire]Yo (11x)Lay that shit downWhat is you, a clown?You wanna see a little kid get shot?Give me two good reasons so I don't smack youFor flashing a gun in my face just to get some respectAll in all, it's all love and I'm here to protectYou only twelve years old, someone'll snap your neckYou let your pants sag, but your thoughts gotta pull upMental calisthenics, lazer brains can't push upOr even sit up to fight for what they believe inHe thought about itI said, "Peace, keep breathing."I see him mumbling, shrugging his shoulderHe probably cursing, but he know betterHe had a beretta with the rubbed off serial digitAnd I know he got it from Carlos The MidgetThe only cat I know cold enough to hustle shit to kidsBeen in this three man team forming eight arm squidAnd they laugh in the face ofAny possibilities of being through and deadWe're all from the same ghettosAnd these are the same hollow tips that knock nearly out of stilettosHe *****ed first, I *****ed secondAnd in that exact second both of the gats burst"Man, this is your last *****ing chance.""***** you, this is your last chance."[Vordul]Live and orchestratedFrom blocks where animals grew up as four lazersWe twist mad sabresRock the sky pimping jays all day blazesWrapped in these inner city mazesRelaxing on corners where cats stay wastedChoking on 4-0 basics, you taste itMy life's an oasis, this trife's what I make itStraight through these days spitting raps that laced itI'm just trying to blaze these mics on the stagesWrite on these pages like life as a scene, in amazementLike, "Ima stay blazing mics until I'm fadingOff of this surface to return to my nature"In the meantime, spit flows and cop acresPut my fam in it with shelter that spacesEveryday life, yo, is rap in these mazesI'm just trying to make itThe O-E slowly dissolves in my belly, got me achingNiggaz up the block, yo I swear, trying to take itBut I'ma stay patient, watching every move made in the jungleIt's live trying to strive in this struggleNew York state of mind, that's the home that I come toNothing but pigeons living, trapped in this systemBleeding, screaming...phoenixWe needed that scrap for that meaning to stay shiningTrying to escape out of hellfires and lakesBrain on another plane gliding through acid rainThat's stress trying to master painSpit words, not to hurt, but to bash your brainThat's the worth of an MC wrapped in the veinNew York
