(feat. El-P)



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Lady's and gentlemen

I would like to take the time to indroduce to you (uh uh)

A group of very talented young performers (canibals)

Bloody and violent individuals (runnin down your area)

People who are bound to eat your children in a fit of rage



[El-P]

Cypher unkown 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 stage

In a palce we live

Enter a man saturated don mega radio died essential kid

Add a frequency to sifted intelligent +broch fed lid+

To the (?) 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 Aire traps to catch weasels

Metal mouth's diesel and the bite's lethal

We in the catacomb nappy headed never used a comb

And built with the forces that blew away darkie'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 papermate

Spittin paperweights



[El-P]

From the tract in a government funded botch freerange

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 rhymescheme so ill we change rap to con artist

I'm on this +tour fault+ and it's my fault I'm not 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 break me out



[Vordul Megala]

Broke out the cage and blazed an ice cold bowel of sage

Controllin the maze with four hos and blades

Spit flows straight off corn rows and braides

Light bones and strike those with

Words I spray automatic vinyl accapell

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 the 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 division

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 clavicals, 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 dutchess live in the rap function

Flows often bananas off the nut crunches

Salute profanity with middle finger fuckers

Live for you duckers, suckers... hahahha I don't have an ear piece



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