DJ Cip One - Stress Rap lyrics

[Produced by El-P] [Verse 1: Vordul Mega] Yo the NY city got a n***a feelin' sh**ty Tryin' to make it through the struggle, n***as bubble in the jungle Selling crack by the bundles, yo these raps might hunt you Like a cat in the jungle, spittin' lines off the humble Make your whole team crumble, what the f** made you fumble? In these streets where they f** you like the face of a demon I repent every evening, trapped in the eden, starvin', never eatin' Yo I stay bleedin' why you jakes stay tryin' to take freedom I'm like just a brother tryin' break even Movin' through these odd days watchin' every snake breathin' Ready to deface the heathen at night I'm like just tryin' to reshape the meaning of life Flowing on mics, blowing you tykes Off of the earth, livin' it worse, holdin' our life Ready to burst on the first, thinking he got it Yo, the apple stay rotten [Hook: Vordul Mega] Stress rap, this applies to where we rest at NY City full with nothing but stressed cats That wanna test that flame of yours, but not ready When we aim, the war's absolute retaliation against all For real [Verse 2: Vast Aire] Yo, yo Elohim, with the rhyme scheme And when the lyrics leave the mouth they look like light beams With wings attached to mic I say fly rhymes Read between the lines (Aire Vast lines) The beat be tryin' to s** me and marry me I'm talking white picket fence and a family (of Vasts) They stand behind me, and reflect reality Stage one - master of ceremonies And when the seven magnificent walked in Raisin' hell to lower heaven, we explored all the crevices Brothers is mad I wear knowledge like a third degree burn Light the match, put it to the rhyme book Make sure it all fits in the urn, the cream of life Beats and rhymes are bu*ter, that in which I churn (stupid) You could say these masculine thoughts are h*mos**ual Cause they blow heads like that dead clothes designer All men were created equal, emcees are uneven Ask blind man Steven If he's even seen how the sunset looks That's something you couldn't feel with a braille book I'm here to smack your ear drum long, so hum along Let's communicate with rhythm, tell 'em to come along You'll get smacked right in the kisser like Jackie Gleason And watch son set it off like light decreasing (oh sh**) Watch son set it off like light decreasing [Hook] [Verse 3: Vordul Mega] (What's going on?) Everything going wrong in the ghetto Cops Desert Storm on blocks lettin' off And they gettin' off on the ease On the corner Ds hop out of unmarked Vs and squeeze 'till we on our knees ? po' on ice put us in the freeze on the streets of Bloody beasts, hoodies and fiends, I stay muddy in a sleeze With ozs, breathin' through the vein cold Got my whole frame froze, tryin' to escape hold Twist off the L, they got ice in my grill and I'm dirty And all I need for them to unlawfully search me Throw me in a cell, seven thirty With thoughts hurtin', searchin' for freedom We tryin' to get it and we stay bleedin' Hear that, one time I'll scream pheonix [Verse 4: Vast Aire] Yo it's the starvin', happy Harlem, rap magician Chained underwater, in sixty seconds the body's missing Snake in the gra** at six feet you can hear him hissin' I got a problem with your mouth, so I don't listen Stress rap, you got one, I got five You do yours, I do mine, but I'm still alive They used to call me crazy Joe, had a bazooka Now they can call me Batman, beyond your maneuvers sh**, I'm Atoms Fam to the bone marrow f** a soul, even God knows this body is hollow You love New York, but New York don't love you You're just a toy with Lucille Ball's hairdo On the mic it's all magic and I got short sleeves And I'm just that nice, I might let you breathe Put a mic in front of me, and I'm gonna bless it Hummingbird style, seventy times in one second Hummingbird style, seventy times in one second [Hook 2X]