Raspberry Fields

[Vast Aire Kramer]<br>Yeah, know what I`m sayin<br>Think you got it figured out by now<br>Yo, yo<br><br>If first you don`t succeed try, try again<br>Step up to the mic and die again<br>This is the next lifetime and you wanna battle<br>Either you like reincarnation or the smell of carnations<br>The sample`s the flesh and the beat`s the skeleton<br>You got beef but there`s worms in your Wellington<br>I`ll put a hole in your skull and extract your skeleton<br>Oh my God, said a word twice, Vast Aire, I`m twice as nice<br>You get caught up, in my blade, might get diced<br>The flesh is dangerous here<br>Yo, hahaha, yo, it`s Can O, yo<br>If first you don`t succeed try, try again<br>Step up to the mic and die again<br>This is the next lifetime and you wanna battle<br>Either you like reincarnation or the smell of carnations<br>The sample`s the flesh and the beat`s the skeleton<br>You got beef but there`s worms in your Wellington<br>I`ll put a hole in your skull and extract your gelatin<br>Mustard seed faith move mountains<br>This is jailhouse rap, rock hard<br>Like faces in a cell block<br>You`ll catch a Kennedy curse from the speedknot<br>Son, I mack cause I think different<br>Plus your girl`s sex technology, I wanna plug in<br>Now every golden egg my goose lay stay golden<br>With your poker face, I punch you in the stomach and you folded<br>Folded, f-f-folded, folded, f-f-fo-fo-<br><br>Yo, see what happens<br>Fuck with the wrong people<br>You might get dragged into a kitchen, and cut up<br>This is for real right here, Def Jux right here<br>I`m serious, yo, Vordul Megilah<br><br>[Vordul Megilah]<br>Yo, uh<br>Spit with lyrics, that spill off the grill nasty<br>Off the top, live five, fancy<br>Fly mic strapped with nozzles<br>Blowin Earth`s color through a nostril<br>Apostle that write novels with thoughts, mega hostile<br>Ready to pop you, venomous snakes out the Congo<br>With through these clear optics<br>Yo, with large, I`ll watch you<br>Rap in the coldest winters, strapped with<br>All sorts of snorkels attached to hoods that pull over Motorola goggles<br>We pigeons equipped, with talons to twist, split owls<br>Now watch me, skate off the scene with a mongoose<br>Pop a Willie and, I`ll leave you deuce bottles of<br>Frozen rhyme juice<br>Smoke bubble gum while munchin on Milanos<br>We crazy, off the head, lazy<br>Blaze emcees, amaze with degrees<br>On a higher level, in-spire devil to leave<br>God cypher alone, bomb pipes on bones<br>Architect when I write these poems, write these poems, write these poems