Iron Galaxy Lyrics - Singles - Cannibal Ox

{So like, what he wants from me? 

Yo, tell me about it, it's cold world out there 

Sometimes, I think I'm gettin' a lil' frosty myself} 

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 

Life's ill, some time's life might kill 

Vordul Mega, five digits grab mic's mic strike type ill 

Is life real? Yo, Akhi builds 

When life feels, like earth don't spin 

Whirlwinds mic blend 

Life's at a stand still, dangerous 'cuz man kills 

An' still, cats visualize life ghetto like 

Born mind, sometime these cats see life 

Street life incomplete light an' be like 

I'm a live life after this, one crime 

One line from the Megala, blow spine 

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 an' detach large, channels 

But our bar's handle might break mic's 

Vordul Megala, the cannibal ate mic's 

Strive live, live fuck five, I want a hundred an' eight mic's 

{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} 

Five digits, cock biddy, nine milli 

One floor shine silly, spun city, one verse hit milly 

Little girls spinnin' curls, three sixty 

Livin' in in a world shitty 

Yo, they spun young earth, now shitty 

An' while 5 0 might shoot black head 

Nigga, sorry I sold space suit to crack heads 

D.T's operate mechanically, po' po' in slow mo' 

Black kids, locked away 

Attic key, plus one fourth pound of smoke flow 

While, lock head Fabian, Ahmed Arabian 

Layin' in Bodeg, holdin' drama A.K. 

Spoke like, As salaam a opaque 

Chokin' vodka mixed with O.J. 

Wig splits, mad quick, spinnin' three six oh ways 

C 4 blew the door, number eight 

Summer fate, tank top wit a knot 

Number nine said, Run the place 

Took my girl, stereo, CD plus the tape 

Yo, Star, don't wet that 

Fucked her face, let's stuff the plays 

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 things just 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 an' losin' what we got 

Come on black, equal, equal 

{Do you know that you're one of the few predator species 

that preys even on itself?} 

An' if there's crack in a basement, 

Crack heads stand adjacent 

Anger displacement, 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 an' diamond cluster 

Lets talk in laymen terms, rotten apples an' big worms 

Early birds an' 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 an' MCs with skills 

I rest my head on 115 

But miracles only happen on 34th 

So, I guess life is mean 

An' death is the median 

An' purgatory is the mode that we settle in 

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 fillin's 

One is in their mouth the other, does the killin' 

I'm Vast Air, Kramer, top billin'