Ox City

9 Through your 33rd

Carl Medermic

And oh no

Yeah

Y'all shouldn't have started it

But since y'all did

Let me break this down to you

Y'all popped in the disc, now y'all lost in the mist

The apocalypse has shifted into every metropolis

Now every urban hood and project council

Suburbian blocks is hotter than fires arousing

Storms is coming, I linked up with God through tundras

Word to E when I took that under, then came back with thunder

Funk, soul, jazz, and contemporary

Galactic battles of rhythms, I had to get some adversaries

All across the states, from the Ox to the Bay

Jersey to Bronx, Atlanta, BK

Down to Houston, the D to LB to LA

27 Beats in just three days, only one way

The exodus and the unheard rhythms

Twisted up in plasma vision so you could get a clear picture

And we do got static for y'all **** that don't get it

Don't listen and get your wig splitted

You see I've been under a crashing dark cloud

Because I look horrible like this figure

I can but hope this experiment fails

For it would mean the most terrifying

Thing I've ever seen or even created

As he pulls the switch

I can't believe it

The world should beware