[Vordul]   Pop goes the flow of the weasel   Strapped with an Ox full of diesel   Trapped in the desert with eagles   Thoughts of ghetto acapellas in cathedrals   Spilling heavy gospels with cheaters   Twisted up, high off the reefer   Lost beyond regions of logic and reason, just being   We high so be not so obedient to society's laws and limitations   Lost in this ghetto population   I'm just another face that's facing all types of, like   Stereotypes and hatred   But I ain't going to whet that and get all stressed out   I'm just trying to make it and strive with my...   Hellbent   Hell went through changes, emotions, inner thoughts and rages   Relieved and released on pages   My life in its cycle and stages   Seen through descriptions in nature   Ever since back in the days when niggaz was loving and hating   Everyone trapped and two thou caught The Matrix   With diseases of judgement that breed through the hatred   Conceived through these scenes and then painted      Now what really defines the line of a hater   And what defines the line of someone even greater   And what makes somebody jump that line trying to take it   Wrapped behind enemy lines trying to make it   Mind in another universe while my physical's stuck on the earth   In these inner city mazes      [Vast Aire]   Yo (11x)   Lay that shit down   What is you, a clown?   You wanna see a little kid get shot?   Give me two good reasons so I don't smack you   For flashing a gun in my face just to get some respect   All in all, it's all love and I'm here to protect   You only twelve years old, someone'll snap your neck   You let your pants sag, but your thoughts gotta pull up   Mental calisthenics, lazer brains can't push up   Or even sit up to fight for what they believe in   He thought about it   I said, "Peace, keep breathing."   I see him mumbling, shrugging his shoulder   He probably cursing, but he know better   He had a beretta with the rubbed off serial digit   And I know he got it from Carlos The Midget   The only cat I know cold enough to hustle shit to kids   Been in this three man team forming eight arm squid   And they laugh in the face of   Any possibilities of being through and dead   We're all from the same ghettos   And these are the same hollow tips that knock nearly out of stilettos   He cocked first, I cocked second   And in that exact second both of the gats burst      "Man, this is your last fucking chance."   "Fuck you, this is your last chance."      [Vordul]   Live and orchestrated   From blocks where animals grew up as four lazers   We twist mad sabres   Rock the sky pimping jays all day blazes   Wrapped in these inner city mazes   Relaxing on corners where cats stay wasted   Choking on 4-0 basics, you taste it   My life's an oasis, this trife's what I make it   Straight through these days spitting raps that laced it   I'm just trying to blaze these mics on the stages   Write on these pages like life as a scene, in amazement   Like, "Ima stay blazing mics until I'm fading   Off of this surface to return to my nature"   In the meantime, spit flows and cop acres   Put my fam in it with shelter that spaces   Everyday life, yo, is rap in these mazes   I'm just trying to make it   The O-E slowly dissolves in my belly, got me aching   Niggaz up the block, yo I swear, trying to take it   But I'ma stay patient, watching every move made in the jungle   It's live trying to strive in this struggle   New York state of mind, that's the home that I come to   Nothing but pigeons living, trapped in this system   Bleeding, screaming...phoenix   We needed that scrap for that meaning to stay shining   Trying to escape out of hellfires and lakes   Brain on another plane gliding through acid rain   That's stress trying to master pain   Spit words, not to hurt, but to bash your brain   That's the worth of an MC wrapped in the vein   New York