Swing Blades

[Verse 1 – Vordul (Cannibal Ox)] Everyday caught in the whirlwinds Back in the studio, belief just hurled in Still tryna get my pen on, write scripts, and light spliffs ‘Til we high as light bills Watching for those that might switch To the dark. We over here, remaining righteous Though we spark the sole purpose to spit and hype kids Make them want to hold open their eye lids Dangers and missed origins from way back since The presence of Genesis and Osirus Life is such a stress But in the coldest storms I let them off in the Phoenix Make ‘em want to hold open they eyelids Dangers and missed origins from way back since The presence of Genesis and Osirus. Life is such a stress But in the coldest storms, I let ‘em off in the phoenix [Verse 2 – Jean Grae] Over a thousand miles of public housing Lounging on beaches in the Riviera, tan and doused in coconut scented lotion Wish I was there. The story rare enough to merit an endangered species Tagging velvet ropes surrounding every path I’m tighter than some virgin’s pussy. Don't ever push me I balance on the edge of cliffs for fun and some are hanging crooked I never look down—I look to the sky And envision the place where everybody go when they die They say that bright lights and angels come and get you If that's the truth, then I expect the black night blocking the sun—I got issues Another day with myself, another day without wealth There's gotta be another way—I need help And so I pray like I'm a Pentecostal, Sufi, Buddhist, strict agnostic Hoping one will hit its target. Take another sip of hypnotic And lay my head on the pillow and dream erotic scenes Of killers spilling endless rounds and all of them shooting at me [Verse 3 – Vast Aire (Cannibal Ox)] You know Can Ox got that Phoenix wing span And love hovering over the ghetto wasteland I got rap just as fat as my waistband You got a rap that belongs in a waste can Yo, Jean you gotta change Grae to Hackman ‘Cause when we fight, we swing them blades And when we rap, we swing them blades And then we slide on ‘em like the escapades I knew the end of this book since the first page Rap sucks, but we still get paid We smokin’ trees of the highest grades I spit a line that'll fix your fades So don't go there—you cannot hold Aire Look at them reaching and shit If you touch my jersey, I'll bust your lip Open your face then break your hip