Blade: The Art of Ox Cannibal Ox (Ft. Artifacts & U-God)

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(It's a hard ...)
Black milk
It's hard in these streets
[?]
From Mecca to Jerusalem
All day every day
(I'm calling you on the phone)
(I'm just holding you my darling)
(You're my all)

[Verse 1: Vast Aire]
Toe flex we bout to blow like octane
You know Cannibal Ox got mad slang
Who cares what you're named
They say a man who repeats himself is insane
I mix my saliva with propane
Flame on I spit that hot fire with Dylan
And stay inside the line with crayons
My whole aura is neon, ultra violet
Come out your mouth
I might get ultra violent
Now it's so quiet
You was popping that junk
Now it's so silent
Here's another token
We are the chosen
Wolves in the coven
Blade of the Ronin
(I'm calling you on the phone)
(I'm just holding you my darling)
(You're my all)