Blade: The Art of Ox

Yeah
 Black Milk
 It's hard in these streets
 From Mecca to Jerusalem
 All day every day
 Toe flex we bout to blow like octane
 You know Cannibal Ox got mad slang
 Who cares what you're named
 They say a man who repeats himself is insane
 I mix my saliva with propane
 Flame on I spit that hot fire with Dylan
 And stay inside the line with crayons
 My whole aura is neon, ultra violet
 Come out your mouth
 I might get ultra violent
 Now it's so quiet
 You was popping that junk
 Now it's so silent
 Here's another token
 We are the chosen
 Wolves in the coven
 Blade of the Ronin
 We deliver the livest your novice we polish
 Acknowledge?? mad men, shottas and god fathers
 I rock the flow brick city bandit, im doctor no
 Star studded glow cardio bars we give the go
 Administer quotes
 Diminish folks in minutes call it dinner time
 Eat your food, rude or push harder to the finish line?? shine, musically we harness
 Due process and Marcus flawless bombers
 All time writers and fly garments
 Marvellous talking prior markings, fire for warning
 Inspired informant desired the entire performance
 Niggas is boring we got the remedy virus in storage
 Hennesy pouring, AOF, cannibal ox recording ah
 Formalities and certain chances and variant circumstances
 In surge of advancing
 To miss the pivotal point?? grew a click and then digitally went spitting
 Never that vacant transmission
 Getting off ways like jet motto
 Livin in ways you set morals the righteous path
 Write on pads and lace audio, keeping kids
 Being more intuitive monstrous
 Learning origami, with folding paper into Ferraris
 We move conscience, speed gazing, navigation
 Looking like lasers, through night mazes
 Did you hear of it?
 Im harsh as the march chapter in the spearmint
 With enough psychoactive synthetic substances to begin with
 Generate combine within, to transcending
 The second Nordic artefact independent descendent
 Psychedelic therapy magic, meditation
 The ritual is verical spiritual dedication
 Well established hip hop savage with the cabbage
 On average with multiple sounds of blackness
 This is black magic, true art from new jeruz new arc
 With two part documentaries fireworks shoot sparks
 Go beyond we draw fire like kobes arm
 In hip hop i go grimlock on stages that they throw me on
 First class nigga
 She on me like axe on my chest
 Fresh like crest, straight headshots only lames aim for the best
 Im taking 99.9 percent of the bet
 Y'all can have all the rest, stress
 Intravenously i feed these niggas the truth serum
 Spit fire like he got a dragon in the booth with him
 Hold your head and stand still
 Balance the equilibrium
 Process the beat, create heat
 Faster then the pentium processor
 Through the hood known as the pie stretcher
 Measure the texture of the fish scale upon the dresser
 Own a sea biscuit win by a nose on the track
 Live at the aqueduct
 NY yank on the hat
 Whos up to bat
 Sending a SOS to the slums of shao-lin
 And to the late night husters on the north side of the island
 Surveillance at the corner my eye
 Bitch get off the snapchat and drive
 Being followed because i sold a thousand instgrams, glide