Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Battle for Asgard , by - Cannibal Ox. Release date: 08.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Battle for Asgard |
| Into the war of the worlds, where cities twirl |
| L.I.F.E. |
| Long shakin planets for the? |
| ? |
| lands when I spit out and hurl words |
| It’s a Stronghold writer’s guild, Cannibal Ox take over your herd |
| We planted our flags on your soils |
| Despoiling opponents with turmoil |
| ? |
| couldn’t be aluminum foil |
| We potent with rounds lit out similar to? |
| I was there when it all first sparked |
| Jersey next to poisonous darts |
| Camouflaged with the dark, to blend in with the scenery |
| Snatch your whole team’s referee machinery |
| Before knowin I landmine spot blowing |
| Throwing heads off tracks, smackin em with an open palm |
| BITCH SLAP |
| Make your whole body feel it when I spray |
| The battle’s just begun, it gets deeper as the song plays |
| Mega with his arms folded |
| Fists balled up Toast (?) on the side of my waist |
| V on the buckle of the belt |
| Rappin’hell (?) |
| Cape flowin |
| Still standin |
| With two cannons |
| 1 3 2 got me vanished |
| Ninja in the night with the phantoms |
| Amped up, set off hoppers (?) |
| See rays blast from the optics |
| Livin in fucked up ghetto economics |
| Spit from the voicebox, nasty with sonics |
| Animals released out of boxes |
| Plus we got that Stronghold on the throat |
| That’ll leave you all gone on the float |
| Split belly cos you off the boat |
| The battle for Asgard and we fight as gods |
| Shatter your glass cage into a thousand crystal shards |
| I stayed in the basement, like the Krupa Kid (?) |
| Shut the city down like Baghdad Lubavich (?) |
| Your stupid clique wrestle warlocks |
| The audience backed you |
| I drank eight ounces of water |
| With my time capsule |
| Wrote rhymes before all the times when mother nature’s fabric |
| A hard rock, I descended from stone tablets |
| Juggle your bones and poems, about to see foes |
| Who couldn’t bounce from spot to spot like wheat toast (?) (so?) |
| Allow me to surf on your brain waves with jet skis |
| Unless you want your wrists to part like the red sea |
| On the roof of hell, you got stomped by angel’s feet |
| Cause you can’t be down, you had gravity deficiency |
| (We spit thoughts!) |
| I translate harpoons to sharp death |
| When the point is made, from my underwater breath |
| Don’t get walls confused with linoleum |
| And try to cut my square like a scared custodian (know me son!) |
| Every bite upon, I told you not to get it on But you still trip the holes with a broken magic wand |
| Strong Atoms, whole family dear |
| To duplicate &recreate could take a light year |
| Squeeze your head into a sneaker, lace your face |
| Throw you in a black hole, make you swim through space |
| We mind-bogglin, spine-tinglin |
| Got the scroll of Galactus now I’m planet-swallowin |
| Megala’s got the surfboard and he’s hollerin |
| All arch-enemies must die |
| And I know you not unbreakable son, that’s a lie |
| And you can’t have my 3.14, that’s my pi… (stupid!) |
| I’m a diamond in the rough, and you’re lucy in the sky with a cubit |
| Your raps don’t do it |
| I deal with cloud nigga patrol |
| Plus my real name is closer to Thor’s than yours |
| Where we practice there is no flaw |
| This is the battle for Asgard (say no more) |
| Atoms fam &Stronghold, nuclear cl&the mic |
| And you and your best friend don’t even sound tight |
| I guess something ain’t right |
| We like constellations when they close in The lost sons of Odin |
| With a mouthful of parables to get em open |
| But the psionic imagery’ll leave em frozen |
| I used to outdo cats like you in my lunch period |
| Then conversate with the burning bush about a period |
| And bust through your ego like the high line (?) of scrimmage |
| Right for the goal, your warning comes in 2 minutes |