Vein Lyrics - Singles - Cannibal Ox

Pop goes the flow of the weasel 

Strapped with an Ox full of diesel 

Trapped in the desert with eagles 

Thoughts of ghetto a capellas in cathedrals 

Spilling heavy gospels with cheaters 

Twisted up, I'm high off the reefer 

Lost beyond regions of logic and reason, just being 

We high so be not so obedient 

To society's laws and limitations 

Lost in this ghetto population 

I'm just another face that's facing 

All types of like stereotypes and hatred 

But I ain't going to wait that and get all stressed out 

I'm just trying to make it and strive with my 

Hell went through changes, emotions 

Inner thoughts and rages 

Relieved and released on pages 

My life in it's cycle and stages 

Seen through descriptions in nature 

Ever since back in the days 

When niggaz was loving and hating 

Everyone trapped and two thou 

Caught The Matrix with diseases of judgment 

That breed through the hatred conceived through these scenes 

And then painted 

Now what really defines the line of a hater 

And what defines the line is someone even greater 

And what makes somebody jump that line trying to take it 

Wrapped behind enemy lines trying to make it 

Mind in another universe while my physical's stuck on the earth 

In these inner city mazes 

Yo yo yo, lay that shit down 

What is you, a clown? You wanna see a little kid get shot? 

Give me two good reasons so I don't smack you 

For flashing a gun in my face just to get some respect 

All in all, it's all love and I'm here to protect 

You only twelve years old someone'll snap your neck 

You let your pants sag but your thoughts gotta pull up 

Mental calisthenics, lazer brains can't push up 

Or even sit up to fight for what they believe in 

He thought about it I said, "Peace, keep breathing" 

I see him mumbling shrugging his shoulder 

He probably cursing but he know better 

He had a beretta with the rubbed off serial digit 

And I know he got it from Carlos the Midget 

The only cat I know cold enough to hustle shit to kids 

Him an' his three man team formed eight arm squid 

And they laughed in the face of any possibilities of being 

Through and dead 

We're all from the same ghettos 

And these are the same hollow tips that knock nearly out of stilettos 

He cocked first, I cocked second and in that exact second 

Both of the gats burst 

Man, this is your last fucking chance 

Fuck you, this is your last chance 

Live and orchestrated from blocks 

Where animals grew up as four lazers we twist mad sabres 

Rock the sky pimping jays all day blazes 

Wrapped in these inner city mazes 

Relaxing on corners where cats stay wasted 

Choking on 4-0 basics, you taste it 

My life's an oasis, this trife's what I make it 

Straight through these days spitting raps that laced it 

I'm just trying to blaze these mics on the stages 

Write on these pages like life as a scene in amazement 

Like I'ma stay blazing mics until I'm fading 

Off of this surface to return to my nature 

In the meantime, spit flows and cop acres 

Put my fam in it with shelter that's spacious 

Everyday life yo, is rap in these mazes 

I'm just trying to make it go slowly 

Dissolves in my belly, got me aching 

Niggaz up the block, yo I swear, trying to take it 

But I'ma stay patient watching every move made in the jungle 

It's live trying to strive in this struggle 

New York state of mind, that's the home that I come to 

Nothing but pigeons living, trapped in this system 

Bleeding, screaming, phoenix 

We needed that scrap for that meaning to stay shining 

Trying to escape out of hellfire's and lakes 

Brain on another plane gliding through acid rain 

That's stress trying to master pain 

Spit words, not to hurt but to bash your brain 

That's the worth of an MC wrapped in the vein 

New York