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Yo, music is my love, press play on stereoid
Life is a breath of fresh air, mahogon-oid
Negroids act like Sigmund Freud
Dreaming of a perfect i-roid, screaming cerebrum steroid
Faking-jack decoys got beef with Ox
You can get caught in my Real Earth chatterbox
That's virtual (virtual), if you drunk a V8
You couldn't be parallel, because hell is vertical
Aha, fooled ya, thought it was beneath you
Got propelled in the sky, now soul is see-through
But it doesn't matter cause there's no molecules
Then genius becomes burden to ridicule
Realize much at stake
And excuse me for lack of better words, that's my bond that never breaks
Pierce hearts with stakes, bloodsuckers cast no reflection
In my prism detention, they hate
On Prison's intentions, get diesel, read a book
Find god in a cell block, that's your fate
I'm that voice in the back of LL's head saying
"You gonna let a weed plant do that?" yeah, I like to instigate
This aint a space race so why you rushin'
To be the first to catch a concussion, from El-P's percussion
Watch me throw a sentence in the air, say word up
That's just a phrase for my action, like a bum with a cup
And Rome wasn't built in a day but it fell in one
And you don't got half of a step but you walk like one
I got calluses on my hand 'cause I held the sun uneven
I, got the weight of the world on my chest and still breathin'
Can-Ox is like 007 and man from U.N.C.L.E.
You off the top broke but I rip the turn-buckle
You a halloween thug, I'll expose ya face
And use you as an example that fell from Grace
They lied when they said there was no air/Aire in space
I'll boil an emcee to the teeth with no trace
I'm like Moses with a staff that parts the Red Sea
But it's a new day, so I use the mic to depart emcees
This Earth is as real as a Chinese fortune cookie
In English with lottery numbers; I'm finished
Uh, with lottery numbers, I'm finished
Yo, yo

And one dimensional emcees (can't handle that)
And one dimensional emcees (be biting backs)
And one dimensional emcees (be getting smacked)
Now one dimensional emcees (know how to act)
I said one dimensional emcees (can't handle that)
And one dimensional emcees (be biting backs)
And one dimensional emcees (be getting smacked)
Now one dimensional emcees (know how to act)
I said one dimensional emcees (be biting backs)
Wha, what, can't handle that
I said one dimensional emcees (can't handle that)
And one dimensional emcees (be biting backs)
And one dimensional emcees (Def Jux; be getting smacked)
Now one dimensional emcees (know how to act)
It's like that, Real Earth, take me out there
Real turf, take me out there
2001, space odyssey, what, Cold Vein, uh

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Real Earth Lyrics

[Vast Aire Kramer]
They lied - when they said there was no air/Aire in space
MC shit right here, master of ceremonies
All that other garbage
("one dimensional emcees can't handle that")


Yo, music is my love, press play on stereoid
Life is a breath of fresh air, mahogon-oid
Negroids act like Sigmund Freud
Dreaming of a perfect i-roid, screaming cerebrum steroid
Faking-jack decoys got beef with Ox
You can get caught in my Real Earth chatterbox
That's virtual (virtual), if you drunk a V8
You couldn't be parallel, because hell is vertical
Aha, fooled ya, thought it was beneath you
Got propelled in the sky, now soul is see-through
But it doesn't matter cause there's no molecules
Then genius becomes burden to ridicule
Realize much at stake
And excuse me for lack of better words, that's my bond that never breaks
Pierce hearts with stakes, bloodsuckers cast no reflection
In my prism detention, they hate
On Prison's intentions, get diesel, read a book
Find god in a cell block, that's your fate
I'm that voice in the back of LL's head saying
"You gonna let a weed plant do that?" yeah, I like to instigate
This aint a space race so why you rushin'
To be the first to catch a concussion, from El-P's percussion
Watch me throw a sentence in the air, say word up
That's just a phrase for my action, like a bum with a cup
And Rome wasn't built in a day but it fell in one
And you don't got half of a step but you walk like one
I got calluses on my hand 'cause I held the sun uneven
I, got the weight of the world on my chest and still breathin'
Can-Ox is like 007 and man from U.N.C.L.E.
You off the top broke but I rip the turn-buckle
You a halloween thug, I'll expose ya face
And use you as an example that fell from Grace
They lied when they said there was no air/Aire in space
I'll boil an emcee to the teeth with no trace
I'm like Moses with a staff that parts the Red Sea
But it's a new day, so I use the mic to depart emcees
This Earth is as real as a Chinese fortune cookie
In English with lottery numbers; I'm finished
Uh, with lottery numbers, I'm finished
Yo, yo

And one dimensional emcees (can't handle that)
And one dimensional emcees (be biting backs)
And one dimensional emcees (be getting smacked)
Now one dimensional emcees (know how to act)
I said one dimensional emcees (can't handle that)
And one dimensional emcees (be biting backs)
And one dimensional emcees (be getting smacked)
Now one dimensional emcees (know how to act)
I said one dimensional emcees (be biting backs)
Wha, what, can't handle that
I said one dimensional emcees (can't handle that)
And one dimensional emcees (be biting backs)
And one dimensional emcees (Def Jux; be getting smacked)
Now one dimensional emcees (know how to act)
It's like that, Real Earth, take me out there
Real turf, take me out there
2001, space odyssey, what, Cold Vein, uh

[scratching "one dimensional" until fade]

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Cannibal Ox is a New York hip-hop duo made up of Vast Aire and Vordul Mega, with El-P, the founder of the Definitive Jux label, handling the lion's share of production. Their first record,The Cold Vein, has been heralded as a major turning point in both hip-hop production and lyrical organization. Several notable guests appear on the album, including C-Rayz Walz, L.I.F.E. Long, Alaska (of Hangar 18), Cryptic One and El-P himself, while Vordul's baritone and Vast's nasal-y styles connect the eclectic project together.

For a while, the group was rumored to have disbanded. In 2003 however, fellow Definitive Jux rapper MURS said, "By the way, Can Ox is not broken up, it's just a rumor" between tracks on fellow Definitive Jux rapper Aesop Rock's album Bazooka Tooth. November 2005 brought the release of a live album, Return of the Ox: Live at CMJ, in the liner notes of which is the statement "Look out for the new full length LP by Cannibal Ox Summer of 06."

In addition to El-P, legendary producers Pete Rock and The RZA have reportedly signed on to contribute to the project. DJ Mighty Mi, who collaborated with Vast Aire in 2005, would be a likely producer as well.

Cannibal Ox is once again reportedly broken up for good, however; as of 2008 El-P commented that the two emcee's from the group have been unable to put anything together either in music or in their personal lives. Both artists have been pursuing successful solo careers, with two albums each under their respective belts. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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