Raspberry Fields - Cannibal Ox

Yeah, know what I’m saying

Think you got it figured out by now

Yo, yo

If first you don’t succeed try, try again

Step up to the mic and die again

This is the next lifetime and you want to battle

Either you like reincarnation or the smell of carnations

The sample’s the flesh and the beat’s the skeleton

You got beef but there’s worms in your Wellington

I’ll put a hole in your skull and extract your skeleton

Oh my God, said a word twice

Vast Aire, I’m twice as nice

You get caught up in my blade, might get diced

The flesh is dangerous here

Yo, yo, it’s Can O, yo

If first you don’t succeed try, try again

Step up to the mic and die again

This is the next lifetime and you want to battle

Either you like reincarnation or the smell of carnations

The sample’s the flesh and the beat’s the skeleton

You got beef but there’s worms in your Wellington

I’ll put a hole in your skull and extract the gelatin

Mustard seed, faith move mountains

This is the jailhouse rap, rock hard

Like faces in a cell block

You’ll catch a Kennedy curse from the speed knot

Son, I mack cause I think different

Plus your girl’s sex technology, I want to plug in

Now every egg my goose lay stay golden

With your poker face, I punch you in the stomach and you folded

Yo, see what happens

Fuck with the wrong people

You might get dragged into a kitchen, cut up

This is for real right here, Def Jux right here

I’m serious, yo, Vordul Megalah

Spit with lyrics, that spill off the grill nasty

Off the top, live five fancy

Fly mic strapped with nozzles

Blowing Earth’s color through a nostril

Apostle that write novels with thoughts mega hostile

Ready to pop you, venomous snakes out the Congo

What through these clear optics

Yo Allah shall watch you

Rap in the coldest winters, strapped with

All sorts of snorkels attached to hoods

That pull over Motorola goggles

We pigeons equipped with talons to twist, split owls

Now watch me skate off the scene with a mongoose

Pop a wheelie and alley-oop

Deuce bottles of frozen bong juice

Smoke bubble gum while munching on Milanos

We crazy, off the head, lazy

Blaze emcees, amaze with degrees

On a higher level, inspire devil to leave

God cipher alone, bomb pipes on bones

Architect when I write these poems, write these poems, write these poems