battle for asgard

• cannibal-ox 2001 senesi the cold vein albumu 10 numarali parcasi. orta cag savasi sanki gunumuzdeki.
  
  into the war of the worlds, where cities twirl
  l.i.f.e. long shakin planets for the ?
  ? lands when i spit out and hurl words
  it's a stronghold writer's guild, cannibal ox take over your herd
  we planted our flags on your soils
  despoiling opponents with turmoil
  ? couldn't be aluminum foil
  we potent with rounds lit out similar to ?
  i was there when it all first sparked
  jersey next to poisonous darts
  camouflaged with the dark, to blend in with the scenery
  snatch your whole team's referee machinery
  before knowin i landmine spot blowing
  throwing heads off tracks, smackin em with an open palm
  bitch slap
  make your whole body feel it when i spray
  the battle's just begun, it gets deeper as the song plays
  
  mega with his arms folded
  fists balled up
  toast (?) on the side of my waist
  v on the buckle of the belt
  rappin' hell (?)
  cape flowin
  still standin
  with two cannons
  1 3 2 got me vanished
  ninja in the night with the phantoms
  amped up, set off hoppers (?)
  see rays blast from the optics
  livin in fucked up ghetto economics
  spit from the voicebox, nasty with sonics
  animals released out of boxes
  plus we got that stronghold on the throat
  that'll leave you all gone on the float
  split belly cos you off the boat
  
  the battle for asgard and we fight as gods
  shatter your glass cage into a thousand crystal shards
  i stayed in the basement, like the krupa kid (?)
  shut the city down like baghdad lubavich (?)
  your stupid clique wrestle warlocks
  the audience backed you
  i drank eight ounces of water
  with my time capsule
  wrote rhymes before all the times when mother nature's fabric
  a hard rock, i descended from stone tablets
  juggle your bones and poems, about to see foes
  who couldn't bounce from spot to spot like wheat toast (?) (so?)
  allow me to surf on your brain waves with jet skis
  unless you want your wrists to part like the red sea
  on the roof of hell, you got stomped by angel's feet
  cause you can't be down, you had gravity deficiency
  (we spit thoughts!)
  i translate harpoons to sharp death
  when the point is made, from my underwater breath
  don't get walls confused with linoleum
  and try to cut my square like a scared custodian (know me son!)
  every bite upon, i told you not to get it on
  but you still trip the holes with a broken magic wand
  strong atoms, whole family dear
  to duplicate & recreate could take a light year
  squeeze your head into a sneaker, lace your face
  throw you in a black hole, make you swim through space
  
  we mind-bogglin, spine-tinglin
  got the scroll of galactus now i'm planet-swallowin
  megala's got the surfboard and he's hollerin
  all arch-enemies must die
  and i know you not unbreakable son, that's a lie
  and you can't have my 3.14, that's my pi... (stupid!)
  i'm a diamond in the rough, and you're lucy in the sky with a cubit
  your raps don't do it
  i deal with cloud nigga patrol
  plus my real name is closer to thor's than yours
  where we practice there is no flaw
  this is the battle for asgard (say no more)
  atoms fam & stronghold, nuclear clamp the mic
  and you and your best friend don't even sound tight
  i guess something ain't right
  we like constellations when they close in
  the lost sons of odin
  with a mouthful of parables to get em open
  but the psionic imagery'll leave em frozen
  i used to outdo cats like you in my lunch period
  then conversate with the burning bush about a period
  and bust through your ego like the high line (?) of scrimmage
  right for the goal, your warning comes in 2 minutes