Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Straight off the D.I.C. , by - Cannibal Ox. Release date: 08.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Straight off the D.I.C. |
| Yo, yo Def Jux, cipher unknown |
| Co-Flow what the deal? |
| This on fire right now |
| 3rd degree |
| (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) |