Il personaggio di Dr. Octagon viene descritto come un chirurgo ginecologo omicida alieno viaggiatore del tempo; ha occhi gialli, pelle verde, capelli rosa e bianchi con pettinatura afro.
[Vast Aire]
My mother said, “You sucked my pussy when you came out
Don’t ever talk back
I handed your life and I’ll snatch it back”
I’m just a latch key kid with a snotty nose
High school drop out
Space, I’m around me whiteout
And I ain’t dealin with no minimum wage
I’d rather construct rhymes on a minimum page
Cynical ways, cats sin for nickels these days
Pulling the chrome out
And you actin like pullin the chrome out
Hated the sound of grandma’s cryin the crooked letter
You could hear it from the ground or when the sky thunders
Made you wonder ’bout early
Sunday morning
Relatives dressed in black and they all mourning
Flows be bangin in the paint, throwin elbows
My first fight was me against five boroughs
I lost my first witch
But remembered every detail of my first kiss
That’s that Bronx Tale bliss
The holiest of holies
Hip hop, it was ’88
Even at the age of 10, phrases levitate
Drinkin Lil’ Hug quarter waters
Dodgin stray slugs on the corner in that exact order
While you playin, death is what happens
I found the passion in aerosol cans and hands clappin
Backspins, microphones and cats rappin
Linoleum and up rockers, the show shockers
Who rip Lee patches off of imposters
You ain’t the Real McCoy, you a wind up toy
And it’s gonna cost ya
And that’s my B-Boy Alpha
[samples and scratches overlap]
[Vordul]
Straight outta the depths of hell
Reflect the sect
And inhale the buddah wisdom
Envision and ? inscriptions of a mega spiritualism
Paint a picture from the spiritual
And seriously spit a lyric
That’ll rip through a phsyical ligament
Trigger livin in these city limits
Limited with no money, goin through crazy minutes
Crazy thinkin of back in the days
When blazin a lazy written
Before we was swallowin duces, poppin with gooses
And rockin the bubble gooses
Trouble lose kid, puffin a lucci
Hoppin off Huffy, stealin Marvel comics and water uzis
All of us canoeing through sewers with juvenile manuevers
Caught up in nooses from borders with troubleshooters
On corners where coppers’ll hop outta Dunkin Donuts
Poppin they gun and shoot us
For more of us aware of
Thinkin Rudy Guili don’t give a FUCK ABOUT A MOULE!
Got me woozy, sippin Kaluha’s loosin my noodles
Screwed up in the two triple losers
Sprayin it live, b-boy grafitti alpha
Out of rap-palooza
Looza, looza
[samples and scratches until fade]
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Cannibal Ox – Raspberry Fields
lyrics:
[Vast Aire Kramer]
Yeah, know what I’m sayin
Think you got it figured out by now
Yo, 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 wanna 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, hahaha, 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 wanna 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 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 speedknot
Son, I mack cause I think different
Plus your girl’s sex technology, I wanna plug in
Now every golden egg my goose lay stay golden
With your poker face, I punch you in the stomach and you folded
Folded, f-f-folded, folded, f-f-fo-fo-
Yo, see what happens
Fuck with the wrong people
You might get dragged into a kitchen, and cut up
This is for real right here, Def Jux right here
I’m serious, yo, Vordul Megilah
[Vordul Megilah]
Yo, uh
Spit with lyrics, that spill off the grill nasty
Off the top, live five, fancy
Fly mic strapped with nozzles
Blowin Earth’s color through a nostril
Apostle that write novels with thoughts, mega hostile
Ready to pop you, venomous snakes out the Congo
With through these clear optics
Yo, with large, I’ll 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 Willie and, I’ll leave you deuce bottles of
Frozen rhyme juice
Smoke bubble gum while munchin on Milanos
We crazy, off the head, lazy
Blaze emcees, amaze with degrees
On a higher level, in-spire devil to leave
God cypher alone, bomb pipes on bones
Architect when I write these poems, write these poems, write these poems
