"Jugular Vanity"  Parental Advisory genre: Hip Hop
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	A big, rowdy "Hello, world!" from Ginzu333, Savage Poetic and Maxfield Stanton.
	CD: The Lying City EP   Label: HPK
	Story Behind the Song They certainly do know how to rock. We just wanted to say hi in a memorable way, so each MC drops the standard hip hop fare - battle rhymes - in their own, off-kilter fashion. Lyrics Jugular Vein The Sentinels The Lying City EP [troy] Ginzu Three making mc's fade like old jeans, selling they beans for cattle, when the snake shakes the rattle the tattle tales are getting forced to walk the plank, we stealing from food banks, fully equipped, we've got tanks for war, and semen in the sperm banks to generate more soldiers if the numbers get low, we blow the whistle kid, we're sentinalz, you're merely Cardinal Officials its all about my skills, I'm dealing cash money for ill shit with Shebang X writing cheques, we'll get Savage Poetic to bill it my linguistics factor weighs 10 tongues, Redrum is being served at the launch party, and tardy guests are gettin served asbestos I honeymoon weekly on the Island of Lesbos, I suppose, I do believe I've got crazy skill in droppin prose posers are getting sliced by my backlash once they see the Resurrection Brother, died and reborn as Ginzu 3 those stagnant MCs pulling stunts and hard fronts, we let you escape once and now you're gonna get burned slow like blunts and cigar paper, light your ass up and transform you into vapor as they taper off to nothing we'll be off on another crazy caper another line of scrimmage, check me out like popeye, hyper off the spinnage on turntables, and weaving twisted fables to make ripples in the pond, mc's suck on rubber nipples till the milk's all gone, but not my ilk..... I represent dementedly, haltown CORRECT every box on the checklist is marked in blood with an X I flex like a fuckin giant, I cast hexes, I'm out of sync, profound like tyranosaurus rexes in dog pounds check this flow - "oh no, the sentinalz show up, we blow up like baking soda in H20", I thought you didn't know I thought you were saying something, but talk is cheap like thrills in the back of a jeep with the stereo bumpin [jeff] Savage Poetic Step inside the octagon if you don't know whose jocks you on 'cause Word is bond, I give the mic cancer when I put it on If you wanna battle, get in line, and mind your manners Snapping shots without a camera and I'm bad news like Princess Diana Body slamming all amateurs in my spandex outfit My flow is so def you want to tell people about it that you Don't even know. Blow up like firecrackers strapped to G.I.Joes Twenty thousand leagues, in the sea, down below I flow evil like Doctor Octopus, it's obvious that No-one's stopping us, we'll desecrate your populace, right on is How we dropping this, playing truth or dare but we in the lying City, my flow is so hot that you could start a fire with me You say you come strapped with gats, I say I come strapped with Giant squids, you say your crew's got raps, I say your Crew's a bunch of little kids. The Sentinels master their Domain with an iron fist, we're tireless, better than Letterman, plus communicating wireless, more advanced than rap We make music with smoke signals. Totally tight like gold-plated shingles, smoke the herb Because I like the way it tingles way back in my throat And also in way up in my skull, I'm from way out where it's Illegal to be dull, where firing squads will gun you Down if you're wack, I've been there and miles beyond but Last year I made it back alive and ready to use the Knowledge that I've learned to get funky like the worm with Endearment like the terms in the movie, high on doobies with Groupis in my hooptie, shakin' booties 'less they got cooties Now do your duty and blow me like Hootie blows fish Shoot the gift off the wall, past the bleachers, nothing but net Swish... [jesse] Maxfield Stanton Doesn't know how being wack feels, standing in the floodlight Taking out sucker MCs 'cause it's my blood right Bring on the girls for the mud fight and the sex later Security will escort you suckers off my escalator I'm saving the best for later, now is for practise I'm vanquishing villains with superpowers of wackness I emphasize the most important lines with a highlighter And cruise through outer space in my own personal TIE fighter ..Last week an MC who thought he was clever said Something about my mother, and now he's just a severed head I use him for bowling on Wednesdays after my drum lesson And his blood was the ink I used to write and sign a confession My sharp eyes bring objects in motion into focus, awesome Beats like this one get me open like a crocus blossom Your last hope is lost when you're up against Sentinels We have six arms, six eyes, three heads and tentacles We create chemicals in mad scientists' laboratories And I invite you critics to try and dis my oratory You'll soon find out that it's an extremely hairy business To detract from the way I shoot the gift like merry Christmas I'm very vicious, unscrupulous, capricious and ruthless I terrorize the mic and I have witnesses to prove this Clueless MCs should shut up, but since they're never silent They'd better move at least as far as Prince Edward Island Otherwise, they risk getting pulverized lyrically Which is one way to experience the afterlife empirically Drop the mic and pick up a guitar, join a garage band You've got no kind of substance, you're nothing but mirage and After that barrage I know you soiled your unmentionables Learn from your mistake, you can't foil the Sentinels.

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