Cannibal Ox

Cannibal Ox - Real Earth songtekst

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[Vast Aire Kramer]

They lied - when they said there was no air/Aire in space

MC shit right here, master of ceremonies

All that other garbage

("one dimensional emcees can't handle that")



Yo, music is my love, press play on stereoid

Life is a breath of fresh air, mahogon-oid

Negroids act like Sigmund Freud

Dreaming of a perfect i-roid, screaming cerebrum steroid

Faking-jack decoys got beef with Ox

You can get caught in my Real Earth chatterbox

That's virtual (virtual), if you drunk a V8

You couldn't be parallel, because hell is vertical

Aha, fooled ya, thought it was beneath you

Got propelled in the sky, now soul is see-through

But it doesn't matter cause there's no molecules

Then genius becomes burden to ridicule

Realize much at stake 

And excuse me for lack of better words, that's my bond that never breaks

Pierce hearts with stakes, bloodsuckers cast no reflection

In my prism detention, they hate 

On Prison's intentions, get diesel, read a book

Find god in a cell block, that's your fate

I'm that voice in the back of LL's head saying

"You gonna let a weed plant do that?" yeah, I like to instigate

This aint a space race so why you rushin'

To be the first to catch a concussion, from El-P's percussion

Watch me throw a sentence in the air, say word up

That's just a phrase for my action, like a bum with a cup

And Rome wasn't built in a day but it fell in one

And you don't got half of a step but you walk like one

I got calluses on my hand 'cause I held the sun uneven

I, got the weight of the world on my chest and still breathin'

Can-Ox is like 007 and man from U.N.C.L.E.

You off the top broke but I rip the turn-buckle

You a halloween thug, I'll expose ya face

And use you as an example that fell from Grace

They lied when they said there was no air/Aire in space

I'll boil an emcee to the teeth with no trace

I'm like Moses with a staff that parts the Red Sea

But it's a new day, so I use the mic to depart emcees

This Earth is as real as a Chinese fortune cookie

In English with lottery numbers; I'm finished

Uh, with lottery numbers, I'm finished

Yo, yo



And one dimensional emcees (can't handle that)

And one dimensional emcees (be biting backs)

And one dimensional emcees (be getting smacked)

Now one dimensional emcees (know how to act)

I said one dimensional emcees (can't handle that)

And one dimensional emcees (be biting backs)

And one dimensional emcees (be getting smacked)

Now one dimensional emcees (know how to act)

I said one dimensional emcees (be biting backs)

Wha, what, can't handle that

I said one dimensional emcees (can't handle that)

And one dimensional emcees (be biting backs)

And one dimensional emcees (Def Jux; be getting smacked)

Now one dimensional emcees (know how to act)

It's like that, Real Earth, take me out there

Real turf, take me out there

2001, space odyssey, what, Cold Vein, uh



[scratching "one dimensional" until fade]
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