chrislikewhoa

Cannibal O-plus the-X
love to sex, microphones, the type of poems
We spit rips through scripts and strips ya bones
Yo we sick wit poems off the dome
I'm off the known, inhaling Newports and eights
Cause New York is sick, still we walk and spit
Straight off the dick
Wit these niggas please you freeze in the NYC where everyone..

Live from the 1-3-5 representing niggas that strive
Straight through hard times trying to survive
Inside of New York, the island of crime
Where the most violent of minds, walkin these blocks
Stay eyeing on mine, yo my brain sparks like sporting a glock
I might start firing live, straight off of the top
Cannibal Ox, inspiring minds, flipping on tracks
Spitting these live, animal raps
I'm strangling cats, sliding on my side of the map
Thinking he all, you aint got it like a mighty matter of fact
You small, claiming you large?
I'm pulling ya car, leavin ya scarred
Reppin tragedy, warfare, but nod yo, this god writes like
Travelled bars and dabbled stars and shine to
Rap Allah, yo we crack cigars that gettin' me stressed
Pulling on sets, stabbing these birds, loving the sex
Now I'm chillin in front of my rest
Smoking the rent, watching these cops, popping on blocks
Screaming y'all niggas aint nothing awake
We trying to gain freedom like a tribe in Tibet
Starving niggas had to still spit it live on the set
Live on the set
You know what I'm sayin? I dunno

.Scared to speak, but you speak cuz you're scared.

Song for the day: Velvet Underground - Oh Sweet Nothin