Real Earth – Cannibal Ox – letras

[Vast Aire Kramer]They lied – when they said there was no air/Aire in spaceMC shit right here, master of ceremoniesAll that other garbage(« one dimensional emcees can’t handle that »)Yo, music is my love, press play on stereoidLife is a breath of fresh air, mahogon-oidNegroids act like Sigmund FreudDreaming of a perfect i-roid, screaming cerebrum steroidFaking-jack decoys got beef with OxYou can get caught in my Real Earth chatterboxThat’s virtual (virtual), if you drunk a V8You couldn’t be parallel, because hell is verticalAha, fooled ya, thought it was beneath youGot propelled in the sky, now soul is see-throughBut it doesn’t matter cause there’s no moleculesThen genius becomes burden to ridiculeRealize much at stakeAnd excuse me for lack of better words, that’s my bond that never breaksPierce hearts with stakes, bloodsuckers cast no reflectionIn my prism detention, they hateOn Prison’s intentions, get diesel, read a bookFind god in a cell block, that’s your fateI’m that voice in the back of LL’s head saying »You gonna let a weed plant do that? » yeah, I like to instigateThis aint a space race so why you rushin’To be the first to catch a concussion, from El-P’s percussionWatch me throw a sentence in the air, say word upThat’s just a phrase for my action, like a bum with a cupAnd Rome wasn’t built in a day but it fell in oneAnd you don’t got half of a step but you walk like oneI got calluses on my hand ’cause I held the sun unevenI, got the weight of the world on my chest and still breathin’Can-Ox is like 007 and man from U.N.C.L.E.You off the top broke but I rip the turn-buckleYou a halloween thug, I’ll expose ya faceAnd use you as an example that fell from GraceThey lied when they said there was no air/Aire in spaceI’ll boil an emcee to the teeth with no traceI’m like Moses with a staff that parts the Red SeaBut it’s a new day, so I use the mic to depart emceesThis Earth is as real as a Chinese fortune cookieIn English with lottery numbers; I’m finishedUh, with lottery numbers, I’m finishedYo, yoAnd one dimensional emcees (can’t handle that)And one dimensional emcees (be biting backs)And one dimensional emcees (be getting smacked)Now one dimensional emcees (know how to act)I said one dimensional emcees (can’t handle that)And one dimensional emcees (be biting backs)And one dimensional emcees (be getting smacked)Now one dimensional emcees (know how to act)I said one dimensional emcees (be biting backs)Wha, what, can’t handle thatI said one dimensional emcees (can’t handle that)And one dimensional emcees (be biting backs)And one dimensional emcees (Def Jux; be getting smacked)Now one dimensional emcees (know how to act)It’s like that, Real Earth, take me out thereReal turf, take me out there2001, space odyssey, what, Cold Vein, uh[scratching « one dimensional » until fade]