Cholesterol (Cannibal Ox)

Yeah, what, Vast Aire,; Shell Shock.. It's that gravy, you know what I'm saying? This goes out to my beloved Family of Atoms (That's my word, I love them) This goes out the Indelible MC's - you know they STAY unmovable This goes out to Bay of Pigs Hail rock Power Kingdom, last but not least Golden Money Clan, You know T-1, a.k.a. Shell Shock, c'mon And I'm Vast Aire - 'nuff said Now, let us build upon this issue If the Highway to Heaven is narrow, then sinners acts as fat tissue And as one can see, I have no space! But I remain on the positive scale-weight of the galaxy What, you wanna fix fallacy? You can run around the world twice chasin' chastity What in the Hell possessed you? Don't you know I m Cannibal? That means when I'm rhyming that I get down to the bone gristle I start lickin' my fingertips in the cipher See, naturally, I'm higher than That's right, above any (any) homegrown THC Herbal[???]provider But that's beside the point Tell me who's gonna hold the weight? I can't wait any longer I'm ready to hold plates with Jehovah Using Neptune's fork, telling Zeus to move over I'm here before dinner Clearing the Periodic Table of Elements off Then I'm supplying a tablecloth Yo, you can catch me, analog mic hog I can't feel rhythms without cholesterol After all, you must learn to Examine the appetite Within the nuclei Within the presence of the omnivore's eye That is I And when sunlight shines off my throat We call it the solarflex larynx lorax smoke For the trees This is real life, and I'm Vast Aire I usually speak for calories[???] Skinny MC's trying to start somethin' Bulimic MC's trying to throw something up I can fondle around the outskirts of diets A donut at midnight ain't nuttin' I'm a glutton! Now let's build upon this issue If the Highway to Heaven is narrow, then sinners acts as fat tissue And as one can see, I have no space! But I remain on the positive scale-weight of the galaxy What' you wanna fix fallacy? You can run around the world twice chasin' chastity And all that - you nah'mean? It's T-1 and Vast Aire The bassline is like biscuits and gravy, nah'mean? Yo I'm Vast Aire, I'm not a hard MC I'm not a hard MC - I'm Vast Aire I'm not a hard MC - I'm difficult I'll stand up brewin' hot pots of piety hip-hop The gluttony inside of me won't stop Yo, it won't stop If you can't have your cake and eat it, you never had it Anyway, plus it ain't even your birthday gimme that! Now you cramped up my flow has that ability You should have waited 30 minutes to press play Oh, you'e a fad MC? Well if you don't say You grab at the mic, and all I see is a ribcage Vast is the vitamin MC you never believed in So I vanished you, due to malnutrition MCs are too bloated Thought they were fat but they only retained water You know them the sluggish type, they get led to the slaughter Is you fugeze? The Ethiopians praise me The Black god chubby thoughts and a chubby belly You feelin me? (YEAH!) You feelin me? (YEAH!) Do you wanna hear a little more? (HELL YEAH!) The beautiful balance of life You don't want me to sit on the other end of the see-saw 'Cause you're afraid you might see more You might see more T-1, he up on it, you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, I'm Vast Aire I been on it Vordul, he up in here... uh, what? [ad libs and samples until end]