Vast Aire - Mecca and the Ox lyrics

[Vast Aire] 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 Cuz we can all act ill and get retarded Like a paraplegic with ski's 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 (Hook) Vast Aire 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, Manhattan [Break] See that's what I'm talking 'bout I'll flow so ill we like Hurricane cash [Vordul Mega] 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 waste lands 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 dash And the batch still wanna push us in wax Cuz we move fast, dipping in traffic Gon' thru the madness with no ration But we live it, matter of fact Over fiction, friction, thru twisted communications Listening, straight whispering (Hook) Vast Aire [Break 2] Put your hands up Put your hands up Put your hands up