Cannibal Ox

Cannibal Ox - Straight Off The Dic songtekst

Je score:

Yo, yo [what]
 Def Jux, cipher unknown [this is hard right here]
 Co-Flow what the deal? [this is Brooklyn right here]
 This on fire right now [this is east, this is west]
 3rd degree [what]

 (Vast Air Kramer)
 Yo, I been nice but you rather put your hat in your sleeve
 And break arms like Segaul, don't wear your heart on your sleeve
 There's two things in life; fact and belief
 Yea, and you best to believe, it's a fact I just rolled the leaf
 Def Jux don't care about your culture or creed
 Or the color you bleed, and it be Ox versus aliens
 All you see is martians piled up
 That's jiggy shit; my b-boy chest rises up
 You ain't a convict, you got caught jaywalking
 And you don't know the alphabet, but you still talking
 Well I got a blade too
 And I know it's sharp enough to cut you
 They call me starvin' Harlem, scissor tongue, I lick tissue
 And pardon me, my lava just spit almost hit you
 You know I got liver, spinning got a lot of it
 We can call it in the air, this is for rain drop missiles
 Heads or tails
 The last cat who tried to see me, he now gotta touch braille
 Everybody inherit the earth, why not?
 We can sell it to the frail, and feed 'em fairy tales

 (Vordul)
 Cannibal O-plus the-X
 love to sex, microphones, the type of poems
 We spit rips through scripts and strips ya bones
 Yo we sick wit poems off the dome
 I'm off the known, inhaling Newports and eights
 Cause New York is sick, still we walk and spit
 Straight off the dick
 Wit these niggas please you freeze in the NYC where everyone..

 Live from the 1-3-5 representing niggas that strive
 Straight through hard times trying to survive
 Inside of New York, the island of crime
 Where the most violent of minds, walkin these blocks
 Stay eyeing on mine, yo my brain sparks like sporting a glock
 I might start firing live, straight off of the top
 Cannibal Ox, inspiring minds, flipping on tracks
 Spitting these live, animal raps
 I'm strangling cats, sliding on my side of the map
 Thinking he all, you aint got it like a mighty matter of fact
 You small, claiming you large?
 I'm pulling ya car, leavin ya scarred
 Reppin tragedy, warfare, but nod yo, this god writes like
 Travelled bars and dabbled stars and shine to
 Rap Allah, yo we crack cigars that gettin' me stressed
 Pulling on sets, stabbing these birds, loving the sex
 Now I'm chillin in front of my rest
 Smoking the rent, watching these cops, popping on blocks
 Screaming y'all niggas aint nothing awake
 We trying to gain freedom like a tribe in Tibet
 Starving niggas had to still spit it live on the set
 Live on the set
 You know what I'm sayin? I dunno

 So nigga
 How you do it, we stay moving
 Through the jungle, ghetto surviving, spittin lines off the
 How you do it, we stay moving
 Through the jungle, ghetto surviving, spittin lines off the
 So how you do it, Cannibal O-plus the-X
 Love to sex, microphones, the type of poems
 We spit rips through scripts and strips ya bones
 Off the dome, I'm off the known, inhaling Newports and eights
 Cause New York is sick, but still we walk and spit
 Straight off the dick
 Wit deez, straight off the dick with these
 Y'all gon' freeze in the NYC
 Cannibal O, hail from the B
 y'all better realize
 Unh ah, unh unh unh

 Cipher unknown, Cannibal O
 unh
 Straight off, straight off, straight off the dick with these
 Y'all niggas freeze so please
 unh, unh, straight off the dick with these
 straight off the dick with these y'all niggas freeze
 In the NYC so c'mon, please

 (instrumental to fade
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Auteur: ?

Componist: ?

Publisher: Def Jux

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Uitgegeven in: 2000

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: The Cold Vein (2001)

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