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Versuri Lost @ 'c'
- Canibus

[Verse 1]
Yo, yo, yo
Now when you see that big a*s 'C', you know I'm comin through
And when you know I'm comin through, you know what I'ma do
I never said that battlin me, would be impossible
I just think it's highly motherf***n improbable
You talkin to a nigga that can split molecules
to subatomic particles, strong enough to stop a bull
Body-slam two oxes and drop a mule
Urinatin rocket fuel, freestylin over gospel tunes
Rhymes by the thousands, rhymes for hours
I could kick a rhyme longer than your whole album
The kickboxer, beatin the s***t out niggaz proper
I beat 'em till they holla, beat 'em til the cops come
Beatin niggaz til they have seizures, beat 'em til they start screamin
like fax machines when they start receivin
Beat 'em til my own hands start bleedin
Beat 'em til they lungs stop breathin and they heart stop beatin
From 12 A. M. to 12 P. M. in the evenin
With three 15 minute breaks in between 'em
Good Jesus, that's a real West Indian beatin
That's what you get for f***n with this lyrical demon
My bloodstream's been, contaminated for eons
I got cast out of heaven for treason
Got cast out of the Garden of Eden
for lettin the reptilian beast in
Got locked up for a DUI and speedin
A whole legion of half-decent emcees'll get released when
they spit a hundred bars for they freedom
See I'm much too nice to compete wit
Too nice to flow over beats wit, too nice to hold a M-I-C wit
Off some diesel Hercules s***t, I cold flip
and start to punch trees til they leafless
Inhale with two real deep breaths, hold my breath
til the whole planet suffocates and then release it (RELEASE IT).

Chorus: Canibus.

Yo, you ain't as cold as us, or as bold as us
When you get thrown to the wolves, you get thrown to us
Cuz we rollin rough, when the soldiers rush
Either you roll wit us, or get blown to dust
Yo, you ain't as cold as us, or as bold as us
When we in the war-zone, we got the chrome with us
Cuz we rollin rough, when the soldiers rush
Either you roll wit us, or get blown to dust
(Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust!).

[Verse 2]
Yo, yo
Now for the last couple of months, things been real quiet
cause I ain't heard s***t worth buyin
I'm bout to show you niggaz how I'm driven
The drive comes from my lyrics
and my lyrics come from my inner spirit
Vibratin and spinnin, faster than 12-cylinder engines
with nitrogen in 'em, faster than F-1 McLaren pistons
Fast enough to give your brain an aneurysm
cause you niggaz is slower than fat bitches metabolism
The way I rip apart the competition when I be spittin
The name Canibus might as well be Cannibalism
Show me a man that can't feel him
I'll show you a man that'll grab him by the neck
and put his head to the fan on the ceilin
Suffer real "Banned From Television" s***t
Drop him off the roof of a buildin and let the news film him
I hop in front of the cameras and tell 'em how I'm feelin
I tell 'em how I feel that hip-hop, should deal wit it
Tell 'em how I'm tired of the state rappers in
Ninety percent of the s***t that rappers kick is subject matter-less
Not original, but blasphemous, just a bunch of the same characters
shootin the same videos, it's embara*sin
Usin the same formulas to have a hit
Usin the same actors and actresses, same s***t different laxative
Face it nigga you wack as s***t I'm snatchin your mic
I make you run for your life, chill durin the daylight
then track you at night, my global position is satellite
Got a infrared lens to test your body's fahrenheit
Wherever you go, I track you through hail, sleet, or snow
I track you til you're seizure grows into a afro
until you plant 'em into cornrows
Track you til your shoe soles develop holes
and you get, corns on your toes
til your teeth develop halitosis
but you been goin so long without deodorant
you don't even notice -- m*********!.

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