[Intro]
I feel like everybody wants something from me
Yeah tell me about it
It's a cold world out there
Sometimes I think I'm getting a little frosty myself
[Hook]
My shell, mechanical found ghost
But my ghetto is animal found toast
My shell, mechanical found ghost
But my ghetto is animal found toast
My shell, mechanical found ghost
But my ghetto is animal found toast
Animal found toast... but my ghetto ... animal
[Verse 1: Vordul Mega]
Life's ill, sometimes life might kill
Vordul Mega, five digits grab mics, mic strike type ill
Is life real? Yo ock he builds
When life feels like Earth don't spin
Whirlwinds might blend
Life's at a standstill, dangerous cause man kills
And still cats visualize life ghetto like
One mind, sometime these cats see life
Street life in complete light and be like
I'm a live life after this
One crime, one line from the Megalah blow spines
Everyone knows the city's ill, cats kill
Still black man holds nine
Gotta chill star
C-A.L.L.A.H
Be the light of Shamar
Work hard Shamar C-Cipher-A.L.L.A.H
Adapt bars snatch stars
And detach large channels
But our bar's handle might, break mics
Vordul Megalah the cannibal ate mics
Strive, live live
Fuck five, I want a hundred and eight mics
[Vast Aire]
Son, yo son did you see that kid yo?
Yo, yo, Chill out man, chill out
Yo son did you, yo son he pulled it out..."
[Verse 2: Vordul Mega]
Five digits cock biddy nine milli
One floor shot silly
Spun city one verse hit milly
Little girls spinning curls three sixty
Living in a world shitty
Yo they spun young earth, now shitty
NY 5-0 might shoot black head
Nigga sorry I sold space suit to crack head
DTs operate mechanically, po-po in slow-mo
Black kids locked away
Add a key, plus one fourth pound of smoke flow
While lock head Fabian
Ahmed Arabian
Laying in
Bodeg holding drama AK
Spoke like as-salaam-a OK
Choking vodka mixed with OJ
Wig splits mad quick
Spinning three six O wave
C 4 blew the door number eight
Summer face tank top with a knot
Number nine said run the place
Took my girl stereo, CD, plus the tape
Look star, don't wet that
Fucked her face lets stuff the place
Jet back to Santa Cruz, Californ-i-a
Peace to C-God locked up, cat born nine ways
Come home mad soon
Live ill, life phases like little black girl got shot
Damn it hurts when they spun earth filled with knots
Gonna make a difference so we get locked
Caught in the shit and losing what we got
Come on black equals, equals
"Do you know that you're one of the few predator species
That preys even on itself?"
[Verse 3: Vast Aire]
And if there's crack in a basement (El-P)
Crack heads stand adjacent
Anger displacement
From food stamp arrangements
You were a still born baby
Mother didn't want you, but you were still born
Boy meets world, of course his pops is gone
What you figure
That chalky outline on the ground is a father figure?
So he steps to the next stencil, that's a hustler
Infested with money and diamond cluster
Lets talk in laymen terms
Rotten apples and big worms
Early birds and poachers
New York is evil at it's core, so those who have more than them
Prepare to be victims
Ate up by vultures, the politicians
In a dog eat dog culture, that'll sick 'em
Lack of mineral, we take it personal
A pigeon can't drop shit if it never flew
Every day is no frills, empty krills
Broken 40 bottles and MCs with skills
I rest my head on 115
But miracles only happen on 34th, so I guess life is mean
And death is the median
And purgatory is the mode that we settle in
No doubt
I've got that Eve's Bayou sense of touch
So I fought, to touch every hand of a fan to read their thoughts
Battered wives, molested children
Roaches on the floor, rats in the ceiling
Cats walk around New York with two fillings
One is in their mouth the other does the killing
I'm Vast Aire, Kramer, top billing
Yo rest in peace to Big L, 139
I feel like everybody wants something from me
Yeah tell me about it
It's a cold world out there
Sometimes I think I'm getting a little frosty myself
[Hook]
My shell, mechanical found ghost
But my ghetto is animal found toast
My shell, mechanical found ghost
But my ghetto is animal found toast
My shell, mechanical found ghost
But my ghetto is animal found toast
Animal found toast... but my ghetto ... animal
[Verse 1: Vordul Mega]
Life's ill, sometimes life might kill
Vordul Mega, five digits grab mics, mic strike type ill
Is life real? Yo ock he builds
When life feels like Earth don't spin
Whirlwinds might blend
Life's at a standstill, dangerous cause man kills
And still cats visualize life ghetto like
One mind, sometime these cats see life
Street life in complete light and be like
I'm a live life after this
One crime, one line from the Megalah blow spines
Everyone knows the city's ill, cats kill
Still black man holds nine
Gotta chill star
C-A.L.L.A.H
Be the light of Shamar
Work hard Shamar C-Cipher-A.L.L.A.H
Adapt bars snatch stars
And detach large channels
But our bar's handle might, break mics
Vordul Megalah the cannibal ate mics
Strive, live live
Fuck five, I want a hundred and eight mics
[Vast Aire]
Son, yo son did you see that kid yo?
Yo, yo, Chill out man, chill out
Yo son did you, yo son he pulled it out..."
[Verse 2: Vordul Mega]
Five digits cock biddy nine milli
One floor shot silly
Spun city one verse hit milly
Little girls spinning curls three sixty
Living in a world shitty
Yo they spun young earth, now shitty
NY 5-0 might shoot black head
Nigga sorry I sold space suit to crack head
DTs operate mechanically, po-po in slow-mo
Black kids locked away
Add a key, plus one fourth pound of smoke flow
While lock head Fabian
Ahmed Arabian
Laying in
Bodeg holding drama AK
Spoke like as-salaam-a OK
Choking vodka mixed with OJ
Wig splits mad quick
Spinning three six O wave
C 4 blew the door number eight
Summer face tank top with a knot
Number nine said run the place
Took my girl stereo, CD, plus the tape
Look star, don't wet that
Fucked her face lets stuff the place
Jet back to Santa Cruz, Californ-i-a
Peace to C-God locked up, cat born nine ways
Come home mad soon
Live ill, life phases like little black girl got shot
Damn it hurts when they spun earth filled with knots
Gonna make a difference so we get locked
Caught in the shit and losing what we got
Come on black equals, equals
"Do you know that you're one of the few predator species
That preys even on itself?"
[Verse 3: Vast Aire]
And if there's crack in a basement (El-P)
Crack heads stand adjacent
Anger displacement
From food stamp arrangements
You were a still born baby
Mother didn't want you, but you were still born
Boy meets world, of course his pops is gone
What you figure
That chalky outline on the ground is a father figure?
So he steps to the next stencil, that's a hustler
Infested with money and diamond cluster
Lets talk in laymen terms
Rotten apples and big worms
Early birds and poachers
New York is evil at it's core, so those who have more than them
Prepare to be victims
Ate up by vultures, the politicians
In a dog eat dog culture, that'll sick 'em
Lack of mineral, we take it personal
A pigeon can't drop shit if it never flew
Every day is no frills, empty krills
Broken 40 bottles and MCs with skills
I rest my head on 115
But miracles only happen on 34th, so I guess life is mean
And death is the median
And purgatory is the mode that we settle in
No doubt
I've got that Eve's Bayou sense of touch
So I fought, to touch every hand of a fan to read their thoughts
Battered wives, molested children
Roaches on the floor, rats in the ceiling
Cats walk around New York with two fillings
One is in their mouth the other does the killing
I'm Vast Aire, Kramer, top billing
Yo rest in peace to Big L, 139
Track 1 on The Cold Vein
Track 4 on Tony Hawk's Underground
