El Da Sensei - Blade: The Art of Ox lyrics

(It's a hard ...) Black milk It's hard in these streets [?] From Mecca to Jerusalem All day every day (I'm calling you on the phone) (I'm just holding you my darling) (You're my all) [Verse 1: Vast Aire] 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 (I'm calling you on the phone) (I'm just holding you my darling) (You're my all) [Verse 2: El Da Sensei] 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 n***as is boring we got the remedy virus in storage Hennesy pouring, AOF, cannibal ox recording ah (I'm calling you on the phone) (I'm just holding you my darling) (You're my all) [Verse 3: Vordal Mega] Formalities and certain chances and variant circumstances In surge of advancing To miss the pivotal point Integral click and digitally went spittin' 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 (I'm calling you on the phone) (I'm just holding you my darling) (You're my all) [Verse 4: Tame One] 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 (I'm calling you on the phone) (I'm just holding you my darling) (You're my all) [Verse 5: U-God] First cla** n***a 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 n***as 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 b**h get off the snapchat and drive I'm being followed because i sold a thousand instgrams, glide...