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Canibus - The C-quel



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   (Chorus)
  "I'll battle you on the net, I'll battle you in the flesh
  I'll battle you over the phone you can call me collect"
  
  "Verbally viscious, telekenetically gifted,
  Took a minute to exhibit that I'm sick with it"
  
  "Have you any idea what I'll do to crews like you
  How many niggaz in my career I've ran through"
  
  "At 1000 degrees celsius I make Emcees melt,
  Fuck my record label I appear courtesy of myself"
  
  "Canibus is the type to fight for mics,
  beatin' niggaz to death and beatin' dead niggaz to life"
  
  "While you niggaz is babblin' my lyrics is travelin'
  like a javelin to stab you in the abdomen"
  
  "The intellectual athelete accurately rappin' so rapidly,
  Yet he makes perfect sense mathematically"
  
  "I walk the B-Lock withe the G-Lock, C-ocked,
  trynna' get the DR-op on the C-ops"
  
  "The Canibus is a animal with a mechanical mandible
  comin' to damage you spittin' understandable slang at you"
  
  "Rhymes richocet off the inner walls of my lungs
  and go past the tongue faster than bullets come out of guns
  
  "Whenever the head is severed from the human body
  with a sharp enough weapon the brain remains conscious for 10 seconds"
  
  "What's the matter with ya'll, I'll spatter ya'll,
  against the muthafuckin' wall with these raw lyrics I catapault
  
  "I'll hop into the back seat of a cab and rhyme,
  Till the meter says 9, 9, 9, 9!!!"
  
  (Verse 1)
  Yea, it's the C-Quel, the C-Quel, Yo!
  I'm hardcore from the nappy follicles in my pores
  To every single pore in my skull
  Hard from my mouth to my jaws
  >From my jaws to my torso where my organs are stored
  And from my balls in my draws to the floor
  I pray to God they hurry up and start the third World War
  So I can start World War 4 and murder us all
  I don't give a fuck if you rich or you poor
  Don't give a fuck if you got ya' picture in the Source of Forbes
  I don't give a fuck who won an award
  On stage tryna' thank God I'll chop ya' tongue off wit' a sword
  Let they blood pour all on the floor
  If it ain't a cordless, you gettin' punched in the jaw and hung wit' the cord
  I'll leave ya' corpse stiff as a board
  Like frozen meat tryna' thaw then bury you under the morge
  Gettin' in my way is like jumpin' in front of a car
  Breakin' the sound barrier, that means the car is in front of the horn
  By the time you hear it blowin', it's too late to respond
  By the time you feel it hit chu, I'm gone
  I'll send ya' to hell where you belong
  So by the time ya' body hits the floor
  Ya' spirit won't be in it no more
  Who could flow for 4 minutes or more
  Without breaks, without mistakes, without flaws
  I got millions of styles and I mastered'em all
  A metaphor matador fast enough to make the bullcharge and crash in the wall
  
  
  (Chorus)
  "Whoever grabs the mic after me'll get booed
  Get everything in the club thrown at you and ya' crew"
  
  "I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it,
  I'll snatch ya' crown with ya' head still attached to it"
  
  "I battle you the respect, I'll battle you over a blank check
  I'll battle you with a gun to my neck"
  
  "Ambushin' emcees, jumpin' out the trees like Vietnamese
  in fatigues covered with leaves"
  
  "Next year, you'll be walkin' around the "How Can I Be Down"
  conference with a laminate, that said "I Got Shitted-On By Canibus""
  
  "Turn ya' head round gimmie the cheddar,
  I'd rather be a lion for a day than a lamb who lives forever"
  
  "Fuck ya'll, you don't impress me and no one can test me,
  an emcee so ill I got AIDS scared to catch me"
  
  (Verse 2)
  Canibus is what the hardcore niggas is waitin' on
  Debatin' on what the fuck is takin' so long
  Well I'm here now, verbal ass whippins bout to get shared out
  Wack niggas bout to get aired out
  Faggit niggas get they ass teared out
  Grab a wise man by his goatee and rip his fuckin' beard out
  Cold beat a niggas ass like Stout
  Then bust a shot in the muthafuckin' courtroom and watch it clear out
  A hundred thousand mile warranty
  Metaphorically, I'll use a hundred thousand styles and murder you orally
  I took a lion on tour wit' me, made him respect authority
  Smacked him in the head for trynna' roar at me
  Lyrics got my undivided loyalty
  And there ain't nothin' on this God damn planet that's worth more to me
  In the name of Hip-Hop niggas could corner me
  Torture me, slice me then stitch me up like embroidery
  Way back before gold-plated male and female
  RCA jacks was used for crystal clear playback
  I was trynna' blaze ADATS, and if a nigga said my demo was wack?
  I'd beat his ass and took my tape back
  "Yea nigga" "What? Yeah nigga take that"
  Anybody get outta' line, get they face slapped
  Quick fast, the Can-I-Bus'll buss yo' ass
  Then I'll bust you wit' a shotgun blast
  It's not fun so I don't laugh
  To me this rap shit is as serious as, the death of a loved one
  You know how you be feelin' sad
  That's how I feel when I grab the microphone but niggas don't understand
  Canibus is unequivocably the illest killin' machine in the industry
  For the 20th century
  Trapped in a max security building
  Sufferin' from a severe illness called brillance (echoes)
  




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