[Vordul Megalon]   Yo the NY city got a nigga feelin' shitty   tryin' to make it through the struggle   niggas bubble in the jungle selling crack by the bundles   yo these raps might hunt you like a cat in the jungle   spittin' lines off the humble   make your whole team crumble, what the fuck made you fumble?   in these streets where they fuck you like the face of a demon   I repent every evening, trapped in the ?, starvin', never eatin'   yo I stay bleedin', while you jakes stay tryin' to take freedom   I'm like just a brother tryin' break even   movin' through these odd(?) days watchin' every snake breathin'   ready to deface the ? at night   i'm just tryin' to reshape the meaning of life   flowing on mics, blowing you types off of the earth   livin' it worse, ready to burst on the first   thinking he got it, yo, the apple stays rotten      [Chorus - Vordul]   stress rap, this applies to where we rest at   NY City full with nothing but stressed cats   that wanna test that flame of yours, but not ready   when we aim, the war's absolute retaliation against all   for real      Vast Aire [Vordul]:   [starvin... Harlem]   yo, yo, elohim, with the rhyme scheme   and when the lyrics leave the mouth they look like light beams   with wings attached to mic I say fly rhymes   read between the lines [Aire Vast lines]   the beat be tryin' to sex me and marry me   I'm talking white picket fence and a family [of Vasts]   they stand behind me, and reflect reality   stage one- master of ceremonies   and when the seven magnificent walked in   raisin' hell to lower heaven   we explored all the crevices   brothers is mad I wear knowledge like a third degree, burn,   light the match, put it to the rhyme book, make sure it all fits in the urn   the cream of life, beats and rhymes are butter   that in which I churn   stupid, you could say these masculine thoughts are homosexual   'cause they blow heads like that dead clothes designer   all men were created equal, emcees are uneven   ask blind man Steven if he's even seen how the sunset looks   that's something you couldn't feel with a braille book   I'm hear to smack your ear drum long, so hum along   let's communicate with rhythm, tell 'em to come along   you'll get smacked right in the kisser like Jackie Gleason   and watch sun/son set it off like light decreasing, oh shit   watch sun/son set it off like light decreasing      [Chorus]      Vordul [Vast]:   [What's going on?] Everything going wrong in the ghetto   cops Desert Storm on blocks lettin' off   and they gettin' off on the ease   on the corner Ds hop out of unmarked Vs and squeeze 'till we on our knees   ? po' on ice put us in the freeze on the streets of   bloody beasts, hoodies and fiends   I stay muddy in a sleeze   with ozs, breathin' through the vein cold   got my whole frame froze   tryin' to escape hold   twist off the L, they got ice in my grill and i'm dirty   and all i need for them to unlawfully search me   throw me in a cell, seven thirty   with thoughts hurtin', searchin' for freedom   we tryin' to get it and we stay bleedin'   hear that, one time i'll scream pheonix      [Vast]   yo it's the starvin', happy Harlem, rap magician   chained underwater, in sixty seconds the body's missing   snake in the grass at six feet you can hear him hissin'   I got a problem with your mouth, so I don't listen   stress rap, you got one, I got five   you do yours, I do mine, but I'm still alive   they used to call me crazy joe, had a bazooka   now they can call me batman, beyond your maneuvers   shit, I'm Atoms Fam to the bone marrow   fuck a soul, even God knows this body is hollow   you love New York, but New York don't love you   you're just a toy with Lucille Ball's hairdo   on the mic it's all magic and I got short sleeves   and I'm just that nice, I might let you breathe   put a mic in front of me, and I'm gonna bless it   hummingbird style, seventy times in one second   hummingbird style, seventy times in one second      [Chorus 2X]