Cannibal Ox Iron Galaxy Lyrics

Iron Galaxy lyrics

[ Chorus ]

My shell, mechanical found ghost

But my ghetto is, animal found toast

My shell, mechanical found ghost

But my ghetto is, animal found toast

My shell, mechanical found ghost

But my ghetto is, animal found toast

Animal found toast... but my ghetto ... animal



[ Vordual Megala ]

Life's ill, some-time's life might kill

Vordul Mega, five digits grab mic's mic strike type ill

Is life real? Yo akhi builds

When life feels, like earth don't spin

Whirlwinds mic blend

Lifes at a stand-still, dangerous cuz man kills

And still, cats visualize life ghetto like

Born mind, sometime these cats see life

Street life incomplete light and be like

I'm a live life after this

One crime, one line from the Mega-la

Blow spine, everyone

Knows the city's ill, cats kill

Still black man holds nine

Gotta chill star

C-A.L.L.A.H

Be the light of Shamar

Work hard Shamar C-Cipher-A.L.L.A.H

Adapt bars snatch stars

and detach large, channels

But our bar's handle might break mic's

Vordul Megala the cannibal ate mic's

Strive live live fuck five I want a hundred and eight
mic's



"Son, yo son did you see that kid yo?

Yo, yo, Chill out man, chill out.

Yo son did you, yo son he pulled it out..."



Five digits cock biddy nine mili

One floor shine silly

Spun city one verbs hit milly

Little girls spinnin' curls three sixty

Livin' in in a world shitty

Yo they spun young earth, now shitty

And while 5-0 might shoot black head

Nigga sorry I sold space suit to crack heads

D.T's operate mechanically, po-po in slow-mo

Black kids, locked away

Attic key, plus one fourth pound of smoke flow

While, lock head fabian

Achmed Arabian

Layin' in

Bodeg holdin' drama a.k

Spoke like as-salaam-a-opaque

Chokin' vodka mixed with o.j

Wig splits mad quick

Spinnin' three six oh ways

C 4 blew the door nuber eight

Summer fate tank top wit a knot

Number nine said run the place

Took my girl, stereo, c.d plus the tape

Yo star, don't wet that

Fucked her face lets stuff the plays

Jet back to santa cruz californ-i-a

Peace to C-God locked up cat born nine ways

Come home mad soon

Live ill, life things just like little black girl got
shot

Damn it hurts when they spun earth filled with knots

Gonna make a difference so we get locked

Caught in the shit and losin' what we got

Come on black

E-qual-E-qual



"Do you know that you're one of the few pradator
species

that preys even on itself?"



[ Vast Air Kramer ]

And if there's crack in a basement

Crack heads stand adjacent

Anger displacement

From food stamp arrangement

You were a still born baby

Mother didn't want you, but you were still born

Boy meets world, of course his pops is gone

What you figga

That chalky outline on the ground is a father figure

So he steps to the next stencil, that's a hustler

Infested with money and diamond cluster

Lets talk in laymen terms

Rotten apples and big worms

Early birds and poachers

New York is evil at it's core, so those who have more
than them

Prepare to be vic-tims

Ate up by vultures, the politicians

In a dog eat dog culture, that'll sick 'em

Lack of mineral, we take it personal

A pigeon can't drop shit if it never flew

Every day is no frills, empty krills

Broken 40 bottles and m.c's with skills

I rest my head on 115

But miracles only happen on 34th, so I guess life is
mean

And death is the median

And pergatory is the mold that we settle in

"No doubt"

I've got that Eve's Bayou sense of touch

So I fought, to touch every hand of a fan to read their
thoughts

Battered wives, molested children

Roaches on the floor, rats in the ceiling

Cats walk around New York with two fillin's

One is in their mouth the other, does the killin'

I'm Vast Air, Kramer, top billin'