Stress Rap Lyrics - Singles - Cannibal Ox

Yo the NY City got a nigga feelin' shitty 

Tryin' to make it through the struggle 

Niggas bubble in the jungle selling crack by the bundles 

Yo these raps might hunt you like a cat in the jungle 

Spittin' lines off the humble 

Make your whole team crumble, what the fuck made you fumble? 

In these streets where they fuck you like the face of a demon 

I repent every evening, trapped in the Eden, starvin', never eatin' 

Yo I stay bleedin', while you jakes stay tryin' to take freedom 

I'm like just a brother tryin' break even 

Movin' through these odd days watchin' every snake breathin' 

Ready to deface the [Incomprehensible] at night 

I'm just tryin' to reshape the meaning of life, flowing on mics 

Blowing you types off of the earth, livin' it worse, holdin' our life 

Ready to burst on the first thinking he got it 

Yo, the apple stays rotten 

Stress rap, this applies to where we rest at 

NY City full with nothing but stressed cats 

That wanna test that flame of yours, but not ready 

When we aim, the war's absolute retaliation against all, all for real 

(Starvin' Harlem) 

Yo, yo, Elohim, with the rhyme scheme and when the lyrics 

Leave the mouth they look like light beams with wings 

Attached to mic I say fly rhymes read between the lines 

Aire Vast lines, the beat be tryin' to sex me and marry me 

I'm talking white picket fence and a family of Vasts 

They stand behind me, and reflect reality 

Stage one- master of ceremonies and when the 

Seven magnificent walked in raisin' hell to lower heaven 

We explored all the crevices, brothers is mad 

I wear knowledge like a third degree, burn, light the match 

Put it to the rhyme book, make sure it all fits in the urn 

The cream of life, beats and rhymes are butter that in which I churn 

Stupid, you could say these masculine thoughts are homosexual 

'Cause they blow heads like that dead clothes designer 

All men were created equal, Emcees are uneven 

Ask blind man Steven if he's even seen how the sunset looks 

That's something you couldn't feel with a braille book 

I'm hear to smack your ear drum long, so hum along 

Let's communicate with rhythm, tell 'em to come along 

You'll get smacked right in the kisser like Jackie Gleason 

And watch sun, set it off like light decreasing, oh shit 

Watch sun set it off like light decreasing 

Stress rap, this applies to where we rest at 

NY City full with nothing but stressed cats 

That wanna test that flame of yours, but not ready 

When we aim, the war's absolute retaliation against all, all for real 

What's going on? Everything going wrong in the ghetto 

Cops Desert Storm on blocks lettin' off and they gettin' 

Off on the ease on the corner D's hop out of unmarked 

V's and squeeze 'till we on our knees, we po' on ice 

Put us in the freeze on the streets of bloody beasts, hoodies and fiends 

I stay muddy in a sleaze with Oz's, breathin' through the vein cold 

Got my whole frame froze tryin' to escape hold twist off the L 

They got ice in my grill and I'm dirty and all I need is for them 

To unlawfully search me, throw me in a cell, seven thirty 

With thoughts hurtin', searchin' for freedom, we tryin' to get it 

And we stay bleedin' hear that, one time I'll scream phoenix 

Yo, it's the starvin', happy Harlem, rap magician 

Chained underwater, in sixty seconds the body's missing 

Snake in the grass at six feet you can hear him hissin' 

I got a problem with your mouth, so I don't listen 

Stress rap, you got one, I got five 

You do yours, I do mine, but I'm still alive 

They used to call me crazy Joe, had a bazooka 

Now they can call me Batman, beyond your maneuvers 

Shit, I'm Atoms Fam to the bone marrow 

Fuck a soul, even God knows this body is hollow 

You love New York, but New York don't love you 

You're just a toy with Lucille Ball's hairdo 

On the mic it's all magic and I got short sleeves 

And I'm just that nice, I might let you breathe 

Put a mic in front of me, and I'm gonna bless it 

Hummingbird style, seventy times in one second 

Hummingbird style, seventy times in one second 

Stress rap, this applies to where we rest at 

NY City full with nothing but stressed cats 

That wanna test that flame of yours, but not ready 

When we aim, the war's absolute retaliation against all, all for real 

Stress rap, this applies to where we rest at 

NY City full with nothing but stressed cats 

That wanna test that flame of yours, but not ready 

When we aim, the war's absolute retaliation against all, all for real