Sporting Life - Canal lyrics

[Intro] New Ratking! Can*l, can*l Stop soul, soul stop [Verse 1: Wiki] You best die my way On the West side highway Or get high my way Hanging off the left side of a sky scrape-er-er My words word have drifted Sideways, migrate in the Tri-State Mind state, thinking don't violate Thinking that I'm vain Cause when I spit, you see my veins Bulging out, cold as cuts from my blades And they used to cut cold cuts five ways (Five ways?) Thin, slim, extra slim, large, extra large My rhyme spectacle sees time perpetual Back before I was ape, I was a vegetable Life-form, trying, to become, an icon I once, was an ion Now I'm eying, every motherf**er pa**ing by on [Hook: Wiki] x2 Now the power in my brow Make a thug uptown, come down To hustle on Can*l Whats the bustle all about? Sweet kid with a free crib Hustle on his couch [Verse 2: Hak] Hollowed spliff days Stained canines, decay minds Now wait mom Always gave me the chance But I stay blind Outlive me lots of love So churned for me to say Promise me this know I was done So Lenox here I lay Lay, lay, lay you're my guest Breathe out the stress, lets digress Sweated seventeen summers so surely you're my nest s**led ya stopps 'n' ya honey combed coral chest Hak 'n' his hounds hover the heights ritzy won't have the rest, rest Dealing troddened talons trickled as they tear into your flesh 'n' try to gnaw the nectar 'neath ya knit floral dress [Bridge: Hak] x2 Sense of a city that you breath What a mess but yet you continue to feed [Hook] x2 [Bridge] x4 [Bridge 2: Wiki] x2 Think the city has let up? Get up, wake up Open your eyes Wake up! [Outro: Wiki] + [Bridge] x2 Think the city has let up? Better check up Kids that is fed up Instead of b**hing and moaning, they get buck and get up [Outro:] x2