Chorus ]

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



[ Vordual Megala ]

Life's ill, some-time's life might kill

Vordul Mega, five digits grab mic's mic strike type ill

Is life real? Yo akhi builds

When life feels, like earth don't spin

Whirlwinds mic blend

Lifes at a stand-still, dangerous cuz man kills

And still, cats visualize life ghetto like

Born mind, sometime these cats see life

Street life incomplete light and be like

I'm a live life after this

One crime, one line from the Mega-la

Blow spine, everyone

Knows the city's ill, cats kill

Still black man holds nine

Gotta chill star

C-A.L.L.A.H

Be the light of Shamar

Work hard Shamar C-Cipher-A.L.L.A.H

Adapt bars snatch stars

and detach large, channels

But our bar's handle might break mic's

Vordul Megala the cannibal ate mic's

Strive live live fuck five I want a hundred and eight mic's



"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..."



Five digits cock biddy nine mili

One floor shine silly

Spun city one verbs hit milly

Little girls spinnin' curls three sixty

Livin' in in a world shitty

Yo they spun young earth, now shitty

And while 5-0 might shoot black head

Nigga sorry I sold space suit to crack heads

D.T's operate mechanically, po-po in slow-mo

Black kids, locked away

Attic key, plus one fourth pound of smoke flow

While, lock head fabian

Achmed Arabian

Layin' in

Bodeg holdin' drama a.k

Spoke like as-salaam-a-opaque

Chokin' vodka mixed with o.j

Wig splits mad quick

Spinnin' three six oh ways

C 4 blew the door nuber eight

Summer fate tank top wit a knot

Number nine said run the place

Took my girl, stereo, c.d plus the tape

Yo star, don't wet that

Fucked her face lets stuff the plays

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 things just like little black girl got shot

Damn it hurts when they spun earth filled with knots

Gonna make a difference so we get locked

Caught in the shit and losin' what we got

Come on black

E-qual-E-qual



"Do you know that you're one of the few pradator species

that preys even on itself