Cannibal Ox - Mecca and the Ox lyrics
[Cannibal Ox - Mecca and the Ox lyrics]
Hehe, yeah
Oh I see, I see that's how it goes down
You see I ain't talking no more man (Naw)
I'm just biting faces (Naw)
Yo, see me chilling at the
Throne with a Viking cup
You can catch a beat down or get beat up
It's on you to choose
Some might say it's on you to lose
Cannibals are here and we love to chew
Pete Rock did the beat, don't get it confused
This is serious (I'm serious)
My chemical romance is weed and booze
So don't get me started
'Cause we can all act ill and get retarded
Like a paraplegic with skis on
Sorta like Christopher Reeve with a cape on
Bring ya army, bring mad troops
I'll just open my suit in the phone booth
And now it's on
Unless you got the green I'm repping Krypton
I tap dance on fingers (On fingers)
So if you knew the ledge
You wouldn't be holding on queens (Get up)
Bronx (Get up) brooklyn, Staten
I tap dance on fingers (On fingers)
So if you knew the ledge
You wouldn't be holding on queens (Get up)
Bronx (Get up) brooklyn, Staten
See that's what I'm talking 'bout
I'll flow so ill we like Hurricane cash
Tryna live, gon' thru it since we was kids
Our livelihood is writing rhymes
Blowing buddha in cribs
Seriously animated and spit
Rhyming for those implicating they sick
We nice eva since ninja stars and spray
Cans in the wastelands
Now it's all about lasers
Displaying raps in baseheads
Bumping beats on streets
Pumping CDs and watching for PD
When crashing colorful weed leaves
Outta plastic bags
Match the meds, hook the portable decks
Blasting tracks after that
Vision's apocalyptic
Like you was tripping off acid tabs
On an average path we be crashing crafts
Blowing Indian hash
Saved by seat belts and airbag
Popping outta the dash
And the batch still wanna push us in wax
'Cause we move fast, dipping in traffic
Going through the madness with no ration
But we live it, matter of fact
Over fiction, friction
Through twisted communications
Listening, straight whispering
I tap dance on fingers (On fingers)
So if you knew the ledge
You wouldn't be holding on queens (Get up)
Bronx (Get up) brooklyn, Staten
I tap dance on fingers (On fingers)
So if you knew the ledge
You wouldn't be holding on queens (Get up)
Bronx (Get up) brooklyn, Staten
Put your hands up put your hands up
Put your hands up
Oh I see, I see that's how it goes down
You see I ain't talking no more man (Naw)
I'm just biting faces (Naw)
Yo, see me chilling at the
Throne with a Viking cup
You can catch a beat down or get beat up
It's on you to choose
Some might say it's on you to lose
Cannibals are here and we love to chew
Pete Rock did the beat, don't get it confused
This is serious (I'm serious)
My chemical romance is weed and booze
So don't get me started
'Cause we can all act ill and get retarded
Like a paraplegic with skis on
Sorta like Christopher Reeve with a cape on
Bring ya army, bring mad troops
I'll just open my suit in the phone booth
And now it's on
Unless you got the green I'm repping Krypton
I tap dance on fingers (On fingers)
So if you knew the ledge
You wouldn't be holding on queens (Get up)
Bronx (Get up) brooklyn, Staten
I tap dance on fingers (On fingers)
So if you knew the ledge
You wouldn't be holding on queens (Get up)
Bronx (Get up) brooklyn, Staten
See that's what I'm talking 'bout
I'll flow so ill we like Hurricane cash
Tryna live, gon' thru it since we was kids
Our livelihood is writing rhymes
Blowing buddha in cribs
Seriously animated and spit
Rhyming for those implicating they sick
We nice eva since ninja stars and spray
Cans in the wastelands
Now it's all about lasers
Displaying raps in baseheads
Bumping beats on streets
Pumping CDs and watching for PD
When crashing colorful weed leaves
Outta plastic bags
Match the meds, hook the portable decks
Blasting tracks after that
Vision's apocalyptic
Like you was tripping off acid tabs
On an average path we be crashing crafts
Blowing Indian hash
Saved by seat belts and airbag
Popping outta the dash
And the batch still wanna push us in wax
'Cause we move fast, dipping in traffic
Going through the madness with no ration
But we live it, matter of fact
Over fiction, friction
Through twisted communications
Listening, straight whispering
I tap dance on fingers (On fingers)
So if you knew the ledge
You wouldn't be holding on queens (Get up)
Bronx (Get up) brooklyn, Staten
I tap dance on fingers (On fingers)
So if you knew the ledge
You wouldn't be holding on queens (Get up)
Bronx (Get up) brooklyn, Staten
Put your hands up put your hands up
Put your hands up