| Yo, yo Def Jux, cipher unknown
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| Co-Flow what the deal?
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| This on fire right now
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| 3rd degree
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| (Vast Air Kramer)
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| Yo, I been nice but you rather put your hat in your sleeve
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| And break arms like Segaul, don’t wear your heart on your sleeve
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| There’s two things in life; |
| fact and belief
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| Yea, and you best to believe, it’s a fact I just rolled the leaf
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| Def Jux don’t care about your culture or creed
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| Or the color you bleed, and it be Ox versus aliens
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| 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
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| And you don’t know the alphabet, but you still talking
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| Well I got a blade too
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| And I know it’s sharp enough to cut you
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| They call me starvin’Harlem, scissor tongue, I lick tissue
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| And pardon me, my lava just spit almost hit you
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| You know I got liver, spinning got a lot of it We can call it in the air, this is for rain drop missiles
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| Heads or tails
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| The last cat who tried to see me, he now gotta touch braille
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| Everybody inherit the earth, why not?
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| We can sell it to the frail, and feed 'em fairy tales
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| (Vordul)
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| Cannibal O-plus the-X
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| love to sex, microphones, the type of poems
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| We spit rips through scripts and strips ya bones
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| Yo we sick wit poems off the dome
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| I’m off the known, inhaling Newports and eights
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| Cause New York is sick, still we walk and spit
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| Straight off the dick
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| Wit these niggas please you freeze in the NYC where everyone.
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| Live from the 1−3-5 representing niggas that strive
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| Straight through hard times trying to survive
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| Inside of New York, the island of crime
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| Where the most violent of minds, walkin these blocks
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| Stay eyeing on mine, yo my brain sparks like sporting a glock
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| I might start firing live, straight off of the top
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| Cannibal Ox, inspiring minds, flipping on tracks
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| Spitting these live, animal raps
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| I’m strangling cats, sliding on my side of the map
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| Thinking he all, you aint got it like a mighty matter of fact
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| You small, claiming you large?
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| I’m pulling ya car, leavin ya scarred
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| Reppin tragedy, warfare, but nod yo, this god writes like
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| Travelled bars and dabbled stars and shine to Rap Allah, yo we crack cigars that gettin’me stressed
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| Pulling on sets, stabbing these birds, loving the sex
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| Now I’m chillin in front of my rest
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| Smoking the rent, watching these cops, popping on blocks
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| Screaming y’all niggas aint nothing awake
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| We trying to gain freedom like a tribe in Tibet
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| Starving niggas had to still spit it live on the set
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| Live on the set
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| You know what I’m sayin? |
| I dunno
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| So nigga
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| How you do it, we stay moving
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| Through the jungle, ghetto surviving, spittin lines off the
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| How you do it, we stay moving
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| Through the jungle, ghetto surviving, spittin lines off the
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| So how you do it, Cannibal O-plus the-X
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| Love to sex, microphones, the type of poems
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| We spit rips through scripts and strips ya bones
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| Off the dome, I’m off the known, inhaling Newports and eights
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| Cause New York is sick, but still we walk and spit
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| Straight off the dick
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| Wit deez, straight off the dick with these
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| Y’all gon’freeze in the NYC
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| Cannibal O, hail from the B
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| y’all better realize
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| Unh ah, unh unh unh
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| Cipher unknown, Cannibal O unh
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| Straight off, straight off, straight off the dick with these
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| Y’all niggas freeze so please
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| unh, unh, straight off the dick with these
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| straight off the dick with these y’all niggas freeze
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| In the NYC so c’mon, please
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| (instrumental to fade) |