Hollow Heart lyrics

[Verse 1: Elemental Zazen]
Swallow the darts with a Hollow Heart
Tip the bottle meet the maker’s mark 'til the sorrow stops
Follow the motto until tomorrow’s bought
Caught the crooked cop and the narc in the parking lot (Parting shot)
Feed 'em to the starving sharks at the start of dark
Never call em off, f*ck what you thought
It’s ready to spark, set a fire to the Molotov
And say your remarks, liars in the pyre admire how the bodies embark
Sitting on the asphalt falling apart and lost
Nobody cares or monitors
Can’t figure out the reason for stain on the polymer
Unidentified by the coroner
Not a single mourner, just another soldier trapped in the corridor
Can’t adapt like a foreigner, sheep to a slaughter
Never understood the warning or the order the beliefs of Gomorrah
On the street corner cheap marijuana
Got the smack for the habit I repeat as a warrior
Sure to leave you grasping for air
I ain't got a f*cking ration to spare, not even a single fraction to share
Deep in your dreams where the demon appears
It’s the reason I’m here, make you disappear when the beating is near
Feast on your fear, it’s the beast you revere
Beneath the diseased sheet is the key to your tears
A priest holding an antique sphere
Say a prayer to his feet and cheat death for at least a year
"Armageddon is almost upon us"

[Verse 2: Canibus]
Yeah yeah, sound like snitchin' to me
It don't seem the same 'cause you put it to a different beat
Your mind is blind from a condition called dehydrated third eye
Take a break while I bust this rhyme
On this level of enlightenment, you are not invited
I know you don't like it, but we all have decided
Dirty foot bottom, who shot 'em, I got 'em
If I didn't do that, nobody could have stopped him
Spit sixteen verse, funky cold medina the first
Every rhyme's from the heart and it hurts
You wanna talk? How much Kevlar you brought?
You wanna walk? How much insurance does that cost?
Celestial metaphors transmit pure thought
They are stored in the Akashic vault of the Lord
The Lord thy God, kneel before Zod's iPod
Iditarod drawn by white dogs
Being shadowed by pale white horse
Showtime at the Gallows of course, go in and go hard
Cheat death to repeat life, rematerialize as light
That's why critics theorize I'm nice
I drink Devil spring vodka, one more shot I'm a monster
After four shots I become somber
Release albums seasonably to prove what hip-hop means to me
Operate the heaviest machinery
Kundalini frequency, Quantum Leap DVD
Negro dialect translated by me
There is no real recourse to cure Hollow Heart
When you worship false idols, idols are not gods
Envision Quetzalcoatl in a football arena at the top of the oval
Where townspeople go to
Witness the holy vocals go global
Psycho-social, psycho-somatic, solid soul food
On the road to the untold truth
[Outro]
Man Canibus
J. Ferra on the track