Iron Vox Songtext
von The Procussions

Can′t trust a rhyme
Take a young rapper's head from his muscle spine
See him hanging on the ledge, wondering what′s the line
Need a cue, ain't nobody saying cut this time
See through it like a bullet hit and cussed his mind
Beat the truth out a bully, leave him busted out
Like a wasp in fly, trying to cup the pie
Break a tooth on a crust, get nervous, you're bicusted
I′m out the trunk and all jewels are trusted
You out to lunch and your bowls are rusted
You a tool, a husk who must choose a ruler
Who you trust? A new law, old schooler
Know the rules are made by those who only use the law
You get paid off the rule to flaw
So if a rebel and a renegade must get paid off rap
Marinate on that


It′s that hardcore, that real
It's that medication, that heal
I make that ghetto music they feel
I got that ultimate for that feel
They want that (yeah), they want that (uh)
They want that (woo), they want that (base)
They want that (ah), they want that (yeah)
They want that (huh)

You got a lot of belief in this stanza to become the answer
The antidote in a man′s hands demands a little more
Than a couple of lines on this beat
Nice watch, you get it from that speecher
Find your teacher, the poet, the preacher
Take notes when they're taking a toll for this feature
The prophet who done profited a fortune
He′s pro-life and his own life's abortion
Highly competitive, morally relevant
Benevolent but negative when he clocks out
He webbing, he taps out the chokehold
Count the low vote for no dough
He ain′t feeling it no more
Cut the ribbon but cut the check, nurse
Can a man make medicine out of a sick verse
Beats, rhymes and life for life first
My mic, it sounds nice, but it might just hurt you


It's that hardcore, that real
It's that medication, that heal
I make that ghetto music they feel
I got that ultimate for that feel
They want that (yeah), they want that (uh)
They want that (woo), they want that (base)
They want that (ah), they want that (yeah)
They want that (huh)

I′m alive in the bass, hey friend
I′m taking all the lives of this race, these plans
I'm building an amass of millions on the land
I′m the king of that relevance, choking on my man
This flow's got a body and a party
You can nod and ignore it, be sure it was a liar
The larger the theme, said admire
The smarter you know I′m a

I'm a hack at the class A task
System with a class A crash, you′re the last
Victim of the math, division in the graph
This isn't all that math, but you're thinking I′m a flat
This ghetto ain′t a giant shark, a lion's heart
You′re biting in my iron bars, fire from a Krylon tarp
With a saddle on wild and my dial on rock
Can't stop a riot, be the block killing pump
Be the mock messiah, be a notch in my high top
Talk for I can try to stop it, dare me to drop a pipe
I′m gonna cut your wires, if you're not retired
We are not inspired, we are not admired
If your eyes, ears and mouths are not the wiser
You an idolizer