Stress Rap

[Verse 1: Vordul Mega]

Yo the NY city got a nigga feelin' shitty

Tryin' to make it through the struggle, niggas 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 fuck made you fumble?

In these streets where they fuck 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 of 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 the mic, I say fly rhymes

Read between the lines (Aire Vast lines)

The beat be tryin' to sex me and marry me (What?)

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 butter, that in which I churn (Stupid)

You could say these masculine thoughts are homosexual

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 shit)

Watch son set it off like light decreasing

[Hook: Vordul Mega]

Stress rap, this applies to where we rest at

NY City full of 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 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

The po' on ice put us in the freeze on the streets of

Bloody beasts, hoodies and fiends, I stay muddy in a sleeze

With OZ's, breezin' 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 is 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 phoenix

[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 grass 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

Shit, I'm Atoms Fam to the bone marrow

Fuck 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: Vordul Mega]

Stress rap, this applies to where we rest at

NY City full of 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

Stress rap, this applies to where we rest at

NY City full of 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