El-P - Straight Off the D.I.C. lyrics

[Intro: Vast Aire] Def Jux, cipher unknown This is hard right here Co-Flow what the deal? This is Brooklyn right here This on fire right now This is east, this is west 3rd degree What [Verse 1: Vast Aire] Yo, I been nice since you had to put your hat in your sleeve And break arms like Seagal, don't wear your heart on your sleeve There's two things in life: fact and belief Yea, and you best to believe, it's a fact I just rolled the leaf Def Jux don't care about your culture or creed Or the color you bleed, and it'd be Ox versus aliens All you see is martians piled up As the yeast in my b-boy chest rises up You ain't a convict, you got caught jaywalking And you don't know the alphabet, but you still talking Well I got a blade too And I know it's sharp enough to cut you They call me Starving Harlem Scissor Tongue, I lick tissue And pardon me, my lava just spit almost hit you You know I got liver spit, and got a lot of it We can call it in the air, this is the rain drop missiles Heads or tails The last cat who tried to see me - he now gotta touch braille Everybody inherit the earth, why not? We can sell it to the frail, and feed them fairy tales [Hook: Vordul] Cannibal O, plus the X Love to s** microphones, the type of poems We spit rips through scripts and strips your bones Yo we sick with poems off the dome I'm often known, inhaling Newports and eighths Cause New York is sick, still we walk and spit Straight off the D.I.C With these n***as please you freeze in the NYC where everyone... [Verse 2: Vordul] Live from the 1-3-5, representing n***as that strive Straight through hard times trying to survive Inside New York, the island of crime Where the most violent of minds, walking these blocks Stay eyeing on mine, yo my brain sparks like sporting a Glock I might start firing live, straight off of the top Cannibal Ox, inspiring minds, flipping on tracks Spitting these live animal raps I'm strangling cats, sliding on my side of the map Thinking he all, you ain't got it like the mighty, matter of fact You small, claiming you large? I'm pulling your card, leaving you scarred Repping tragedy, warfare, but nod yo, this god writes like Travelled bars adapt to stars and shine to Rap Allah, yo we crack cigars to get through stress Pulling on sess, stabbing these birds, loving the s** Now I'm chilling in front of my rest Smoking the rent, watching these cops, popping on blocks Screaming y'all n***as ain't nothing to wet We trying to gain freedom like a tribe in Tibet Starving n***as had to still spit it live on the set Live on the set How you do it, we stay moving Through the jungle, ghetto surviving, spitting lines off the D.I.C How you do it, we stay moving Through the jungle, ghetto surviving, spitting lines off the D.I.C [Hook]