Artist: Cannibal Ox Album: The Cold Vein Song: A B-Boys Alpha Typed by: JOEbear2500@aol.com [Vast Aire] My mother said you sucked my pussy when you came out Don't ever talk back I handled your life and I'll snatch it back I'm just a latch key kid wit a snotty nose High school drop out, space I'm around need white-out And I ain't dealing with no minimum wage I'd rather construct rhymes on a minimal page Cynical ways, cats sin for nickels these days Pulling the chrome out, and your acting like pulling the chrome out(?) Hated the sound of grandma's crying, a crooked letter You could hear it from the ground or where the sky thunders Make you wonder bout early Sunday mornin' Relatives dressed in black and they all mournin' Flows be banging in the paint throwing elbows My first fight was me against five boroughs I lost my first wish But remembered every detail of my first kiss That's that Bronx tale bliss The holiest of holies, hip-hop, it was eighty-eight Even at the age of ten, phrases levitate Drinking little ?hug? quart of waters Dodging stray slugs on the corner, in that exact order While you plan death is what happens I found a passion to aerosol cans and hands clappin' Backspins, microphones, and cats rapping Linoleum, and up-rockers, the show shockers Who ripped 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 (Cuts by paWl) [Vordul Megala] Straight outta the depths of Hell Reflect a sec and inhale a Buda wisdom Envision in added description of a Megala spiritualism Paint a picture from the spiritual And seriously spit a lyric that'll rip through a physical ligament Trigger living in these city limits Limited with no money, going through crazy minutes Crazy thinkin', of back in the day wit blazing a lazy written Before we was swallowing deuces, popping wit gooses And rocking the bubble-gooses, trouble loose kid Puffing a loosey, hopping of Huffys Stealing Marvel comics and water uzis All of us cold moving thru sewers with juvenile maneuvers Caught up in nooses from borders with trouble shooters Or corners with coppers that hop outta Dunkin' Donuts Poppin' they gun and shoot us So more of us aware, thinkin' Rudy Giuli. Realy don't give a fuck about a mooley Got me woozy sippin' Kahulas Loosing my noodle, screwed up into two triple losers Sprayin' a live b-boy graffiti alpha "How-Ta-Rap-Palooza"