A B-Boys Alpha
Cannibal Ox Lyrics

My mother said, "You sucked my pussy when you came out Don't ever talk back I handed ya life and I'll snatch it back"
Vast Aire is referencing the strict nature of his upbringing, with his mother warning him to never speak against her as she brought him into this world - and can take him out of it - as well as referencing the taboo nature of discussing childbirth.

I'm just a latch key kid with a snotty nose High school drop out Space, I'm around me whiteout And I ain't dealin with no minimum wage
Vast Aire describes his background as that of a low-income household, where he had little supervision and guidance, leading to not graduating high school. He discusses the lack of opportunities and the struggles that come with being in poverty.

I'd rather construct rhymes on a minimum page Cynical ways, cats sin for nickels these days Pulling the chrome out And you actin like pullin the chrome out
Vast Aire finds solace in his creative pursuits, and references the desperation of others who resort to crime for minor amounts of money. He also alludes to the glorification of violence in certain communities.

Hated the sound of grandma's cryin the crooked letter You could hear it from the ground or when the sky thunders Made you wonder 'bout early Sunday morning Relatives dressed in black and they all mourning
Vast Aire reflects on the pain caused by losing loved ones and the sounds associated with mourning. He describes the communal mourning, where many people come together to remember the departed.

Flows be bangin in the paint, throwin elbows My first fight was me against five boroughs I lost my first wish But remembered every detail of my first kiss
Vast Aire describes his experience with violence and aggression, both figuratively and literally. He also references the loss of his childhood naivete and the enduring memory of his first romantic encounter.

The holiest of holies Hip hop, it was '88 Even at the age of 10, phrases levitate Drinkin Lil' Hug quarter waters Dodgin stray slugs on the corner in that exact order
Vast Aire reminisces on the origins of hip hop and his own memories of growing up during its early days. He describes the violence and danger associated with his daily life while also finding moments of joy in simple pleasures like cheap drinks.

While you playin, death is what happens I found the passion: aerosol cans and hands clappin Backspins, microphones and cats rappin Linoleum and up rockers, the show shockers Who rip Lee patches off of imposters
Vast Aire references the deadly stakes of the streets he grew up in and contrasts it with his own artistic pursuits. He describes the culture of hip hop, from the physical aspects like breakdancing to the verbal aspects like freestyle and calling out fake MCs.

You ain't the Real McCoy, you a wind up toy And it's gonna cost ya And that's my B-Boy Alpha
Vast Aire asserts his own authenticity and warns those who try to imitate others without understanding the culture that it will come at a cost. He defines himself as a leading figure in the scene.

Straight outta the depths of hell Reflect the sec-ond Inhale the buddah wisdom Envision and edit inscriptions of Vor-Megala spiritualism
Vordul takes a more spiritual and mystical approach to his verse, referencing hell and the idea of living in the present moment. He discusses the effects of breathing exercises and meditation, as well as working on his own personal beliefs.

Paint a picture from the spiritual And seriously spit a lyric That'll rip through a physical ligament Trigger livin in these city limits
Vordul blends his artistic and spiritual pursuits, using his words to create vivid images while also incorporating physicality and aggression in his lyricism. He addresses the struggles of living in an urban environment.

Limited with no money, goin through crazy minutes Crazy thinkin of back in the days When blazin a lazy ridance Before we was swallowin duces, poppin with gooses And rockin the bubble gooses
Vordul reflects on the scarcity of resources and the struggles faced in low-income communities. He also remembers a time when they were more carefree and had simpler pleasures, like smoking weed and wearing expensive jackets.

Trouble lose kid, puffin a loosie Hoppin off Huffy, stealin Marvel comics and water uzis All of us canoeing through sewers with juvenile manuevers
Vordul describes his own tomfoolery as a youth, smoking cheap cigarettes and engaging in petty theft. He also paints a picture of adventure and exploration with his friends, even if it meant going into the disgusting sewers of the city.

Caught up in nooses from borders with troubleshooters On corners where coppers'll hop outta Dunkin Donuts Poppin they gun and shoot us Or more of us aware Thinkin Rudy Guili really don't give a FUCK ABOUT A MOULE!
Vordul highlights the tension between the police and the people they are supposed to protect. He references common areas where police would stake out, such as Dunkin Donuts, and the resulting violence that would occur. He also calls out specific politicians who he feels are not addressing the issues facing his community.

Got me woozy, sippin Kaluha's loosin my noodles Screwed up in the two triple losers Sprayin it live, b-boy grafitti alpha Out of rap-palooza
Vordul drinks alcohol to numb the pain and frustration of his predicament, feeling like a loser in multiple aspects of his life. He highlights his graffiti art as a point of pride and confidence in himself, and asserts his dominance as a leading figure in the hip hop scene.