Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Battle for Asgard, artist - Cannibal Ox.
Date of issue: 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 |