Life's Ill (Cannibal Ox Homage)
by Zilla Rocca feat. Curly Castro
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[Curly Castro]
EP Got's Ta Chill, we deal with life's ills
Had a threesome with Trinity, red, and blue pills
When hip hop got hitched, got ambushed by Bill
And that vigilante bitch from Hanzo got steel
We used to kill time like a Dark City Kiefer
Y'all sleep in the ether, we rearrange minds
Checking on the clock with your mouth swoll shut
Final hour is up but you can't tell time
Used to smoke cigs at the genesis
And stress ever half on the hour is how I told time
Old souls on the block, tightlipped with them cops
Cold midnights in Brooklyn make you go blind
Becker gets stoges out the register pissed off
Jake cracking jokes like "Whatever kid, I'm blind"
Deal with the underhand life has dealt ya
Just ask Mick Foley, he saved Mankind
And just to save time followed words by a Zephyr
They led me out the desert like Munroe in his prime
See Jesus was Black, ask any New Yorker
And the best of all time was he and Walt Clyde
NY build grit, served cold with stone grits
And you grew up too quick so you can't take time
You learn as you go, adapt to fate's hands
Take your style in your hands, just learn from Tech N9NE
[Zilla Rocca]
Beat retro, Weak Stomach, need Pepto
We run it from the get-go
Suspender on the shoulder, Gordon Gecko
Tim Raines Expo, crashed that shit like Drazen Petro
In the land where the techs blow, haters grab my hand like a lasso
But I had to let go
Damages Justified like FX shows
I wear a zoot suit without the vest though
Mixing whiskey with espresso
Y'all don't know zippo, talk to Cancer Man about your strep shroat
That's the folly of youth, you're too metro
Brad Renfro, Ghost World, too necro
Peace to Jake Lefco, I'm left out now I let go
Of the rat race for kicks and fresh clothes
Phil Marlowe is the dress code
Allergic to escargot I catch cold
Now I'm splitting avacadoes from Fresh Groce'
Like wigs in the Wonderland Murders from west coast
Make sense of the world from a dead scroll
Lost like a rain dog with wet nose
Columbian necktie where the neck goes
White Russian in my Big Gulp let's toast
Everyday you get by or get ghost
In retro-spect, life's ill I bet yo
EP Got's Ta Chill, we deal with life's ills
Had a threesome with Trinity, red, and blue pills
When hip hop got hitched, got ambushed by Bill
And that vigilante bitch from Hanzo got steel
We used to kill time like a Dark City Kiefer
Y'all sleep in the ether, we rearrange minds
Checking on the clock with your mouth swoll shut
Final hour is up but you can't tell time
Used to smoke cigs at the genesis
And stress ever half on the hour is how I told time
Old souls on the block, tightlipped with them cops
Cold midnights in Brooklyn make you go blind
Becker gets stoges out the register pissed off
Jake cracking jokes like "Whatever kid, I'm blind"
Deal with the underhand life has dealt ya
Just ask Mick Foley, he saved Mankind
And just to save time followed words by a Zephyr
They led me out the desert like Munroe in his prime
See Jesus was Black, ask any New Yorker
And the best of all time was he and Walt Clyde
NY build grit, served cold with stone grits
And you grew up too quick so you can't take time
You learn as you go, adapt to fate's hands
Take your style in your hands, just learn from Tech N9NE
[Zilla Rocca]
Beat retro, Weak Stomach, need Pepto
We run it from the get-go
Suspender on the shoulder, Gordon Gecko
Tim Raines Expo, crashed that shit like Drazen Petro
In the land where the techs blow, haters grab my hand like a lasso
But I had to let go
Damages Justified like FX shows
I wear a zoot suit without the vest though
Mixing whiskey with espresso
Y'all don't know zippo, talk to Cancer Man about your strep shroat
That's the folly of youth, you're too metro
Brad Renfro, Ghost World, too necro
Peace to Jake Lefco, I'm left out now I let go
Of the rat race for kicks and fresh clothes
Phil Marlowe is the dress code
Allergic to escargot I catch cold
Now I'm splitting avacadoes from Fresh Groce'
Like wigs in the Wonderland Murders from west coast
Make sense of the world from a dead scroll
Lost like a rain dog with wet nose
Columbian necktie where the neck goes
White Russian in my Big Gulp let's toast
Everyday you get by or get ghost
In retro-spect, life's ill I bet yo
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released 03 August 2010
Artwork by Adam LaMonaca.
Original track "Life's Ill" by Cannibal Ox featuring Breeze Brewin
Produced by El-P
Taken from "The F Word" maxi-single
Definitive Jux
Artwork by Adam LaMonaca.
Original track "Life's Ill" by Cannibal Ox featuring Breeze Brewin
Produced by El-P
Taken from "The F Word" maxi-single
Definitive Jux
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Zilla Rocca, the black cherry plucker, public pool poisoner, Scorsese Cinephile, bottle breaker, corner store crusher, ... more flavor aficionado, Chef conisseur, root beer fade fanatic, dime store detective, pulp fiction sage, comic book kingpin. Al Pacino poltergeist, dame dropper, Barcelona breakfaster, Mojito masher, Cohiba filtered flatfoot, noir-hop creator. less
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