[ Chorus ]   My shell, mechanical found ghost   But my ghetto is, animal found toast   My shell, mechanical found ghost   But my ghetto is, animal found toast   My shell, mechanical found ghost   But my ghetto is, animal found toast   Animal found toast... but my ghetto ... animal      [ Vordual Megala ]   Life's ill, some-time's life might kill   Vordul Mega, five digits grab mic's mic strike type ill   Is life real? Yo akhi builds   When life feels, like earth don't spin   Whirlwinds mic blend   Lifes at a stand-still, dangerous 'cause man kills   And still, cats visualize life ghetto like   Born mind, sometime these cats see life   Street life incomplete light and be like   I'm a live life after this   One crime, one line from the Mega-la   Blow spine, everyone   Knows the city's ill, cats kill   Still black man holds nine   Gotta chill star   C-A.L.L.A.H   Be the light of Shamar   Work hard Shamar C-Cipher-A.L.L.A.H   Adapt bars snatch stars   and detach large, channels   But our bar's handle might break mic's   Vordul Megala the cannibal ate mic's   Strive live live fuck five I want a hundred and eight mic's      "Son, yo son did you see that kid yo?   Yo, yo, Chill out man, chill out.   Yo son did you, yo son he pulled it out..."      Five digits cock biddy nine mili   One floor shine silly   Spun city one verbs hit milly   Little girls spinnin' curls three sixty   Livin' in in a world shitty   Yo they spun young earth, now shitty   And while 5-0 might shoot black head   Nigga sorry I sold space suit to crack heads   D.T's operate mechanically, po-po in slow-mo   Black kids, locked away   Attic key, plus one fourth pound of smoke flow   While, lock head fabian   Achmed Arabian   Layin' in   Bodeg holdin' drama a.k   Spoke like as-salaam-a-opaque   Chokin' vodka mixed with o.j   Wig splits mad quick   Spinnin' three six oh ways   C 4 blew the door nuber eight   Summer fate tank top wit a knot   Number nine said run the place   Took my girl, stereo, c.d plus the tape   Yo star, don't wet that   Fucked her face lets stuff the plays   Jet back to santa cruz californ-i-a   Peace to C-God locked up cat born nine ways   Come home mad soon   Live ill, life things just like little black girl got shot   Damn it hurts when they spun earth filled with knots   Gonna make a difference so we get locked   Caught in the shit and losin' what we got   Come on black   E-qual-E-qual      "Do you know that you're one of the few pradator species   that preys even on itself?"      [ Vast Air Kramer ]   And if there's crack in a basement   Crack heads stand adjacent   Anger displacement   Food Stamp arangements   You were a still born baby   Mother didn't want you, but you were still born   Boy meets world, of course his pops is gone   What you figga   That chalky outline on the ground is a father figure   So he steps to the next stencil, that's a hustler   Infested with money and diamond cluster   Lets talk in laymen terms   Rotten apples and big worms   Early birds and poachers   New York is evil at it's core, so those who have more than them   Prepare to be vic-tims   Ate up by vultures, the politicians   In a dog eat dog culture, that'll sick 'em   Lack of mineral, we take it personal   A pigeon can't drop shit if it never flew   Every day is no frills, empty krills   Broken 40 bottles and m.c's with skills   I rest my head on 115   But miracles only happen on 34th, so I guess life is mean   And death is the median   And purgatory is the mode that we settle in   "No doubt"   I've got that Eve's Bayou sense of touch   So I fought, to touch every hand of a fan to read their thoughts   Battered wives, molested children   Roaches on the floor, rats in the ceiling   Cats walk around New York with two fillin's   One is in their mouth the other, does the killin'   I'm Vast Air, Kramer, top billin'