Iron Galaxy

I feel like everybody wants something from me

Yeah, tell me about it

It's a cold world out there

Sometimes I think I'm getting a little frosty myself

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

Life's ill, sometimes life might kill

Vordul Mega, five digits grab mic, mic strike

Type ill

Is life real, yo Akhi builds

When life feels like Earth don't spin

Whirlwinds might blend

Life's at a standstill, dangerous 'cause man kills

And still cats visualize life ghetto-like

Born mind, sometime these cats see life

Street life in complete light, and be like

I'm a live life after this one crime

One line from the Megalah blow spine

Everyone knows the city's ill cats kill

Still black man hold nine

Gotta chill star, see Allah

Be the light of Shamar

Work hard, Shamar C-Cipher-Allah

Adapt bars, snatch stars and detach large channels

But out bar's handle might break mics

Vordul Megala the cannibal ate mics

Strive, live live, fuck five, I want a hundred and eight mics

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

Keep your eyes open

Five digits cock biddy, nine milli

One floor shot silly, spun city, one verse hit milli

Little girls spinning curls three sixty

Living in a world shitty

Yo, they spun young earth, now shitty

And while 5-0 might shoot black head

****, sorry I sold spacesuits to crackheads

D.T. operate mechanically, po-po in slow mo

Black kids locked away, add a key

Plus one fourth pound of smoke flow

While lock head Fabian, Ahmed Arabian

Laying in Bodeg, holding drama AK

Spoke like as- salaam-a OK

Choking vodka mixed with O.J.

Wig splits mad quick, spinning three six oh wave

C4 blew the door

Number eight, summer fate, tank top with a knot

Number nine said run the place

Took my girl, stereo, CD, plus the tape

Yo star, don't wet that, fuck her face, lets

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 phases, like

Little black girl got shot

Damn it hurts when the spun earth filled with knots

Gonna make a difference so we get locked

Caught in the shit and losing what we got

Come on black equal, equal

Do you know that you are one of the few

Predator species

That preys even on itself

And if there's crack in a basement

Crackheads stand adjacent

Anger displacement, food stamp arrangement

You were a stillborn 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

Let's talk in laymen terms, rotten apples and big worms

Early birds and poachers

New York is evil at its core, so those who have

More than them

Prepare to be victims

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 MCs 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 fillings

One is in their mouth, the other does the killing

I'm vast Aire, Kramer, top billing