Raspberry Fields

[Vast Aire] Yeah, know what I'm saying Think you got it figured out by now If first you don't succeed try, try again Step up to the mic and die again This is the next lifetime and you want to battle Either you like reincarnation or the smell of carnations The sample's the flesh and the beat's the skeleton You got beef but there's worms in your Wellington I'll put a hole in your skull and extract your skeleton Oh my God, said a word twice Vast Aire, I'm twice as nice You get caught up in my blade, might get diced The flesh is dangerous here Yo, yo, it's Can O, yo If first you don't succeed try, try again Step up to the mic and die again This is the next lifetime and you want to battle Either you like reincarnation or the smell of carnations The sample's the flesh and the beat's the skeleton You got beef but there's worms in your Wellington I'll put a hole in your skull and extract the gelatin Mustard seed, faith move mountains This is jailhouse rap, rock hard Like faces in a cell block You'll catch a Kennedy curse from the speed knot Son, I mack cause I think different Plus your girl's sex technology, I want to plug in Now every golden egg my goose lay stay golden With your poker face, I punch you in the stomach and you folded Yo, see what happens Fuck with the wrong people You might get dragged into a kitchen, cut up This is for real right here, Def Jux right here I'm serious, yo, Vordul Megalah [Vordul] Spit with lyrics, that spill off the grill nasty Off the top, live five fancy Fly mic strapped with nozzles Blowing Earth's color through a nostril Apostle that write novels with thoughts mega hostile Ready to pop you, venomous snakes out the Congo What through these clear optics Yo Allah shall watch you Rap in the coldest winters, strapped with All sorts of snorkels attached to hoods That pull over Motorola goggles We pigeons equipped with talons to twist, split owls Now watch me skate off the scene with a mongoose Pop a wheelie and alley-oop Deuce bottles of frozen bong juice Smoke bubble gum while munching on Milanos We crazy, off the head, lazy Blaze emcees, amaze with degrees On a higher level, inspire devil to leave God cipher alone, bomb pipes on bones Architect when I write these poems, write these poems, write these poems