Vast Aire - The Meaning of the Sphere (Dirty) lyrics

[Intro: Vast Aire] Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's right, people. It's going down right now. Sword fire, LoDeck, Breez Evahflowin', Vast Aire, Tes One [Verse 1: Vast Aire] Yo, yo, I keep my eye on a b**h like I play Big Brother It's all gravy—prepared to get smothered I'm tired of actors with sunk pants faking Wearing mustard green and [?], claiming Jamaican I got to let it out like an angry dog barking The more ice on grills, the faster you keep walking Please. “I can't” is not in the vocab And it ain't a Fugees symbol. It's my left jab [Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin'] [?] often flow like a mechanical dolphin The scale of a whale inhaling a botanical garden You pa**ing by a vaginal margin, f*g Bag your flag, capture and torture all your national guardsmen I'm starving, dissolving my problems in beats, writing The type of sh** you shoot in the head that keep fighting Embedded genetically graphic with the craft In cla**, we spit at that, attack you with a pa**ion [Verse 3: LoDeck] This sh** is super fly—more than eighth grade or handing out Parachutes, laying in them golden trading cards for amatuers These are the times so precise that, when [?], the fangs rise Fake blood spurts from the booth. I Budge and rewind the film on your suit You go from deaf to mute [Verse 4: Tes] Write the rhyme, make the whole world mine Who's swellering at heat get outshined One outline with scratch-outs give ‘em blackouts Knock down the gold plaque titles of rap battles Punch for punch, quicker than most, sicker than most But time is swinging with the knockout bell ringing Try to get up before the ref counts to ten Soon as they step back up, knock ‘em down again I love the sight of blood, so when I punch, I punch I get your pulse up. Don't give chase or I will envelop your face Bent hands chase tape, knuckles to crack Knock you back off your heels. I'ma stretch your wheels, drop you flat In my mind, mercy don't exist Words suggest heavy weight, grams switch to pound Mixed with light weight, footsteps moving faster than the Speed of sound [Verse 5: LoDeck] I drop music that makes animals spark p**y hot Yelling super-sized, drunk in a sushi spot Make all the sound effects you want, heckler Swarm you. Embedded like cumshots on [?] And when you meet the dimwit norm, you'll understand I'm from the land of flows, Napoleon's hands On some sh**, you think? Approach me slow, [?] [Verse 6: Breez Evahflowin'] There's no motherf**ing doubt you ain't fitting to shred And overcome any dumb sh** that get in your head So fresh, I'm the first thing you smell when you get into bed And your heady is dead but already been fed My game is gold. That's why I get it (So fresh) When you crack your sack, your eyes get redded Walk the streets with the traum, he's looking for bombs Spark and burn back and forth like Bush and Saddam [Verse 7: Vast Aire] And if you bleeding on the floor, it was my right stab sh**, I got a Oxcutter that'll cut straight through bu*ter And it don't got to be hot sh**, I'll hit you with Harlem hands. You don't got to get shot I'm that Cannibal n***a who makes xylophones Out of rib cages. Don't test my pages And when we roll Viking blunts with a little bit of Moss It's a cold place, k**er, a cold winter [Outro: Sample with DJ Scratches] (x5) “Dealing in my cypher, I revolve around science” - Sample from Ghostface k**ah on Raekwon's "Criminology"