Stress Rap

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
 (- 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
 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 Addams 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