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1. _ Gone Till November
[wyclef jean]
Tell me how you like it
Right about now i know y'all diggin this, so just...
Turn up, your radio wherever you at
We about to bring it
This is wyclef jean up here ("word to wyclef" - busta rhymes sample)
With canibus workin the night shift ("word to wyclef")
Yo, we want all the ladies to put your hands in the air ("word to wyclef")
And sing this song with us ("word to wyclef")
Yo, r. kelly, ya ready? come on
[r. kelly]
Now everytime i make a run (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Girl, you turn around and cry
I ask myself oh, why ohhh why... (uh-huh, uh-huh)
See you've got to understand
I can't work a nine to five
So i'll be gone... till november
[wyclef + khadejiah bass]
Tell me say michelle, my belle
Yo i'll be gone till november
Standin on the block where the spot get hot, selling rocks
Guaranteed to get set up, by crooked cop
Michelle, my belle (you was wrong)
I know it's wrong, i wrote this rap song
Forgive me when i'm gone, me and canibus
We workin the night shift, shift, shift
[wyclef jean]
I got it made, hey last word from the hustler
Hey, young 'clef, take care of your mother
Looked at him and replied, "yo, daddy where you goin?"
He said, "to baltimore," he'll be back in the mornin
Gave my mom a hug for her soul when she cry
Every man want heaven, no man want die
Vanished through the door, all i saw was his shadow
Heard mom echo, "i don't wanna be a widow"
That's when i realized, death was ahead
Old man pulled off, in a black caravan
With some dark skinned brothers who looked sicilian
Singing karma karma karma karma karma cha-me-leon
[pras/dirty cash]
Yeah, yeah, check it, can't stop the shinin
You wanna stop the shinin? no doubt, ahh
[wyclef jean]
Everytime i make a run (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Girl, you turn around and cry (uh-huh, uh-huh)
I ask myself why, oh why (you need muscle for da hustle)
See you must understand (uh-huh, uh-huh)
I can't work a nine to five (uh-huh, uh-huh)
So i'll be gone, till november (uh-huh, uh-huh)
[wyclef + khadejiah bass]
Tell me say michelle, my belle
Yo, i'll be gone till november
Standing on the block where the spot get hot selling rocks
Guaranteed to get set up by a crooked cop
Tell me say michelle, my belle (you was wrong)
I know it's wrong, i wrote this rap song
Forgive me when i'm gone, me and canibus (soooo wronnnng)
We workin the night shift, shift, shift
[canibus]
Me and 'clef, we ready to get it on, the three and a half pound
Organ imbedded in our skulls is what makes us better than y'all
I'm telling you god, ain't nobody reppin this hard since genghis khan
We raise hell til the heavens fall
Me and my fugee affiliates buildin, wit plans to make millions
Over a quiet game of billiards
Black sicilians, the descendants of west indian pilgrims
With the power to collapse buildings
Riding across the ocean floor like poseidon on a seahorse
To reach our overseas tours
By the middle of march, when the pregnancy starts
In my lady's placenta, i'll be gone 'till november (come on)
[r. kelly + wyclef]
Now everytime i make a run
Girl, you turn around and cry (uh-huh, uh-huh)
I ask myself oh why, oh why (you need muscle for the hustle, uh-huh)
See you've got to understand (uh-huh)
I can't work a nine to five (uh-huh)
So i'll be gone, till november
[wyclef + khadejiah bass]
Tell me say michelle, my belle
Yo i'll be gone till november
Standin on the block where the spot get hot, selling rocks
Guaranteed to get set up by a crooked cop
Michelle, my belle (you was wrong)
I know it's wrong, i wrote this rap song
Forgive me when i'm gone, me and canibus
We workin the night shift, shift, shift
(are you a) s-o, s-o
(a meanine) so-so, so-so
[wyclef jean]
You gave the feds more info than sammy "the bull" gravano
Jeremiah wore the wire, snitch on zachariah
In return the feds offer the throne to neb'kenezer
[canibus]
Trust me, you don't wanna be the one we bring it to
Our lyrical, can make your rap careers real miserable
You ain't invincible all we gotta do is get pissed at you
Point you out to some people that'll physically injure you
[wyclef jean]
It's like lord, take this ass whippin some more
Like jay-z, "pa-pa's," someone pass the guaze
[r. kelly + wyclef]
Now everytime i make a run (uh-huh)
Girl, you turn around and cry
I ask myself oh why, oh why (you need muscle for the hustle)
See you've got to understand
I can't work a 9 to 5
So i'll be gone, till november...
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2. _ Uni-4-orm
[canibus]
I pulverize mc's and blow up mics
From street corner cyphers to international web sites
I'll run up on you and set it for no reason
My flows are like body-blows that cause internal bleeding
Cause i'm the baddest motherfucker, above average
With alien deoxyribonucleic acid
A blood spore, with meatphors of all sorts
So fly i need a pass port just to walk
[ruck]
What the deal, baby?
I'll set it off while my people beat you upside the head
With lead from my desert eagle
Fuck how people treat you,
Ain't got no time for your feelings
On tracks i'm revealin the facts that be concealed in
A book, cause most black niggas don't read
Got me thinking bout my sister and my new-born seed
See this world is filled with idiots (what are you, and idiot?)
Illiterate, inconsiderate, motherfuckers that's kickin the illest shit
[ras kass]
I'll let two-thirds of this nigga that's water evaporate
Then i want jesus christ to evacuate
Fuck pullin a nigga's card
I want the deck and the dealer
Global monotomy, sodomoy is my commodity
I see one bitch-ass nigga
Then my head blow like the oddities
You emtpy t.v., i empty mc (nigga)
Record industry rule numers one, two, and three
Jews run it,
Niggas run around in it,
Believe me
Break: rock (), ras kass [], ruck {}, all
(hip-hop belongs to us soldiers over here)
[nah, hip-hop belongs to us niggas right here]
{you a idiot, hip-hop's your heart over here}
So throw your motherfuckin hands in the air
[rock]
Ya'll must think i'm stupid,
But i know my shit
Just dollar smoke that makes me wonder like that robot bitch
Yo, watch this
Got this locked, try for the key,
You get popped in the face like you're throwin fries up in hot greese
Rockness rips straight through toys
Got rappers jumpin through windshields like they duke boys
I told ya, this east-west is bullfit like a pablo's
Philly's wherever i go until i blow trial, yo
[canibus]
Canibus remains undisputed, but never rooted
I'm strong enough to throw a bullet faster than a gun can shoot it
So if you try to battle me face-to-face,
I'll bring your career to a stop quicker than anti-lock brakes
Look (look) inside the mind of a animal
That'll beat you to death with a bar of soap wrapped in a towel
And while you niggas is babblin,
My lyrics is travelin
Like a javelin
To stab you in the abdomen
Chorus: rock (), ras kass [], ruck {}, all
(hip-hop belongs to us soldiers over here)
[nah, hip-hop belongs to us niggas right here]
{you a idiot, hip-hop's your heart over here}
So throw your motherfuckin hands in the air
(hip-hop belongs to us soldiers over here)
[you see, hip-hop belongs to us niggas right here]
{you stupid, hip-hop's your heart over here}
So throw your motherfuckin hands in the air
[ruck]
Who want beef from vegetarian?
When we thump, your knees bump like a kerrigan
The veteran, better than sick crews
Take your medicine, i can vic you
From the crib'll let him in
Keep your locks on
Son, i think the plot's on (with who?)
With the baby girl, yo, the bitch said her pop's gone (for real?)
Proceed to creep, du
There's no need to sleep, du, i'm nocturnal
Don't care about my where abouts, nigga, it don't concern you
[ras kass]
I got nigga's heads dividin faster than nerds at a calculus convention
See i school niggas, then i after-school niggas like detention
It's a chinch to bag bitches now
But i remember they was dissin when i was broke, i was good for nothing
But now i'm good for nuttin down them bitche's throats (uh-huh)
Like rock say (you'll get the bobway...)
So just say when
You got anything to get off your chest besides yo chin
This nigga spit like i was teething
Fuckin up more human beings than europeans
[rock]
Dutch boy, guard yo leg like i'm barkley
Don't start me,
I'll pull sparsky,
He'll rip apart three of you in a heart beat
In the dark we see like owls, bats, vampires
In a large tree
Ready to snipe that ass at warp speed
Launch torpedos
Mc's know what they weak flows
We float and bounce on tracks like a goddamn speed boat
So slow yo ass down, no doubt
Don't be hasty, face me
Or you'll be jettin diesel,
Bench-pressin daisys
Chorus (x2)
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3. _ Hell
F-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-follow for now
For no formidable fights i've been formed to forget
For pharoahe fucks familiar foes first
Befo' fondlin female mc's fiercely
Focus upon the facts that facts can be fabricated to form lies
My phonetics alone forces feeble mc's into defense on the fly
Feel me, for real-a
Let's get the skrilla's out the hands of these gorillas
Make the whole world feel us
From the crack to the cap peelers
To the niggaz in the back shootin craps wit the axe-wheelers
Relax till it's, time for the immaculate miraculous
Thirteen, ooowww, the illest!!
To all my niggaz who been shitted on, let's get it on
Think i'm gonna let it hang, and sit it on
The desk of any redneck record exec
I strike em wit the right hand send em a step
And this is (hell!) this is (hell!)
This is (hell!)9x
This is hell, incest kids under pressure
In the corner clutchin they genitals by the dresser
A hundred cc's of the uncut cleanest
In the vein, twenty-four hours of intravenous
To the left, we have right wing extremists
On a screen a man exposes his breasts wit no penis
Martinez, probably
Just as raw as lady saw esocidae this is (hell!)
This is (hell!)8x
This is, this is, this is, this is
This is, this is, this is, this is
[canibus]
Yo yo i feel like i'm one of the livest
One of hip hop's finest, elite rhymers
And i plan to graduate wit honors
But one day we'll all be a bunch of old-timers wit alzheimer's
Lookin at our label's roster wonderin how the fuck they forgot us
After we done recorded dozens of albums
And made em hundreds of thousands of dollars, they still dropped us
We givin niggaz what the fuck they want
A holocaust, stompin niggaz wit a thousand man march
I ain't livin in hell, hell's livin in me
That's why i'm always screamin on you fuckin mc's
The shit that i quote, float wit the buoyancy of a boat
Wit the potency of a scorpion sting to the throat
Overdose that's extremely fatal
Doctors in white labcoats scramble for an antidote to save you
You can't breathe, your chest feels painful
Your skin color's goin from dark brown to beige-blue
Your whole room's full of angels
All in your ear tryin to tell you which god you should pray to
You pray to je-sus, but he don't wanna save you
Cuz you unfaithful, so he gives you to azazel
You're paralyzed on the operatin table
Prayin for canibus to slice you from head to navel
You banned from tv, banned from cd's
Banned from dvd's and downloadable mp3s!
*static*
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4. _ Reebok Commercial Part 2
Beware, if e equals mc squared
Than a.i. equals ankles in intensive care
The answer keeps you glued to the ground suspended in air
The answer to every prayer for every player everywhere
Try to compare
Try to block the shot if you dare
You get the best seat in the house, it's called the wheelchair
The math ?umopis?, you should be a reebok owner
Killer crossovers split opponent's in half like moses
All contenders are left defenseless
They end up in hospital beds with swollen tendens, takin' anit-depressants
They can't seem to deal with them pressure
I came to give you this message
I got the ammo for your weapons, and the answer for your question /
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5. _ Indestructible
Yo, i be the indestructible thug,
The type to draw first blood wit eight-ounce gloves,
If you want it, you can get it, so when you can't disarm it don't sweat it,
The bomb'll blow if you tamper wit it,
I'm analytic, so run for cover when i kick it,
Lyrics'll fly like a bullet when the hammer hit it,
While you niggaz is babblin, my lyrics is travellin,
Like a javelin, to stab you in the abdomen.
Acronyms and nouns, ??? and adjectives, you can't fuck wit tha canibus
You catch damages beyond repair,
My lyrics fly through the boot window to strike the engineer
I can maintain thresholds of pain,
And walk across the sun barefoot lookin for shade
I re-arrange your ribcage like a twelve-gauge at close range,
Change the position of your brain
Hard raps penetrate through your hard-hats and all that, kid, get'cha wig pilled back
I scalp you like the indians on horseback,
Runnin bull will hit you harder than running back,
Stunning man with brave and cunning raps,
Swiftly running laps around fourty-eight tracks.
Like uncut crack, fiends keep coming back,
Headz is flippin like acrobats on gym mats,
From wax to analogue tapes to digital dats,
It's critical black, the canibus is ill like that
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6. _ It's Logic
[canibus - chorus]
Yo...yo...you can lick shots in the club, i don't give a fuck who you hit!
(it's logic! as long as it's nobody that's in my clique!)
Yo! you can catch a nigga at the stoplight, and snatch him out the whip!
(it's logic! as long as it's nobody that's in my clique!)
Check it! if a bitch got aids i don't care who she sleeps with!
(it's logic! as long as it's nobody that's in my clique!)
Yo! you can even admit, you know who the gay rapper is!
(it's logic! as long as it's nobody that's in my clique!)
[canibus - one verse]
I'm the greatest scientifically inclined mind since einstein
I write blue ribbon rhymes for nobel prize time
Tryin' to shine with the shit i invent
I know i ain't perfect, but i'm 99.9 percent
Which means i represent
And get deep in thoughts with philosophies
Like a rolling stone gathers no moss
At any and all costs, m.c.'s get flipped, ripped, split
And tossed with lyrical brute force, of course
Y'all niggas is microsoft like dos
Fuckin' wit' me you'll catch a free round trip to the morgue
'cause i ain't scared of none of y'all
Word to allah
We can go to war, with four-four's, or squashbuckle with swords
Toxicated off the la-la
On some rah-rah
I'll blow your stereo the fuck up if it ain't a hi fi
Lyrical scholar
In the physical form of allah
Niggas'll tell you that i'm nice with the blah-blah-blah!!!
With the knowledge of my forefathers
You niggas can't battle me because i'll quadruple my brain capacity
The intellectual ath-e-lete accurately rapping so rapidly
Yet he makes perfect sense mathematically
I happily accept any rapper's offer to challenge me
Fifty m.c.'s reduced to forty nine casulaties
I'll be the last man standing
With metaphors a charlie horse couldn't put a cramp in
It's the canibus gettin' busy with tony touch
The fuck that i don't even give a fuck about, don't give a fuck...what?!
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7. _ How Come
Yo
As the universe expands
I contemplate whether it was god or the big bang that made man
Sometimes i wonder how come
We cant live without guns
What would of been the outcome if the south won
Think about that son
What in the hell caused the assassination of malcolm
The federal communications commission listens to politicians in the position
To make certain decisions like puttin minorities in prison
To decimating the population of women
It's called socialism
From the united states to the united kingdom
Aahhkk, spit into the sky and extinguish the sun, but how come
In the future
The location is planet earth
The time and date is 1999, december 31st
11:59 p.m., the anticipation of what i think's
About to happen got my heartbeatin
We got less than a minute left before the planet jupiter
Is united into a star
I know it sounds bizarre but it's mathematics
A specific sign for some of the planet's inhabitants
Those who understand know what i'm sayin is accurate
Our country is corrupt from the president to the cabinet
In the year 2, followed by three 0's
The space probe galileo, will welcome us all to channel zero
But how come
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8. _ Some Shit
[canibus]
Yo, the fact that i'm down wit def squad's hard to determine
Till you see me hoppin out the coupe wit e sermon
Or hoppin out the keith murray suburban
Or hoppin out the lex land wit redman, wildin and cursin
My thought process is mysterious like the lochness
My furious mindset is complex
Killin shit like a carniverous millitant prehistoric monster
Comin to stomp all over you hip-hop conference
Landed in an unidentified flying object
Turn you into an unidentified frying carcus
The smell of raw flesh make you nauseous
Acidest arsonist, burnin your bones to carbon and phosphorus
My metaphors sting like after haircuts when
The alcohol is applied to the raw skin
So whoever wanna battle get blasted
Get your teeth enamel shattered, shitted on like pampers
You had a bad bitch, i left the back twist
I stuck my dick in everything from asshole to the nasal passage
Dug her out all day, then changed my sperm dna
Now she got nobody to blame
I been spittin raw, what the fuck you think i'm livin for
Throw me in jail, i'll do a prison tour
For wannabe hard niggaz, insecure niggaz
Wit they heads to big for they neck to support niggaz
Three in the squad plus me equal four members
An extra addition for any special force mission
Man listen
[erick sermon]
Ain't these niggaz on some shit
Keith murray, canibus ain't no stoppin it uhh
[keith murray]
Let me draw a brief description of what happened
I was rappin, niggaz got the scrappin, guns got the clappin
Three-fifty-seven degrees i was separated
Have bullets deflected metal, bodies decapitated
Gush! a nigga got struck as i look
I caught the next guy runnin by wit the metal hook
Blew his back open, blood gushed on my face
A bitch fainted cuz she seen i enjoyed the taste
The case is that i split your melon
And feed it to the jigga-boos wit fried chicken wings
I'm wildin for long island, i turned and took charles ferguson
And open fire on any trains now
You may never know who's in your shadow
You punk ass niggaz just best stay shallow
And hollow, if you wanna live to see tomorrow
Cuz ain't no sun comin out tomorrow
Yo, i might do something y'all niggaz might regret like
Blast you in your face and disregard your vest
I'm pissin and dissin off of recognition and niggaz to listen
Just to let you pussies know how i'm livin
Cuz i return like the jedi, wit my dead eye
Leave niggaz to die, peace to niggaz up in bed-stuy
Oh-ah, this that type of shit that make them niggaz wanna wet it
Word up, got me ready to set it
[deja vu]
Seems i steps wit aggression
To any bitch who think they nice in this profession
What? what you think your wrecking?
I break your stlye down to little fragments
The pain is permanent, so spare yourself the embarassment
Buck-fifty 'cross the face
Followed by knife wounds to the chest for you attempt to retaliate
I noticed all you bitches flows is based around clothes
But deja vu got something for you stankin hoes
Studio gangsta bitches i diminish ideas of bringin beef
Before the thought even finishes
I wanna see red, blood from a chicken head
'for i wild the fuck out like the grateful dead
This wild style must run in my genes
Because my sister's in the county
And my brother just came home from green
I strike like the black widow, through the underground radio
Kiddo and still stack dirty ditto
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9. _ Shove This Jay-oh-bee
[canibus]
Yo 6 o'clock every morning you waking up yawning
To the sound of your alarm clock alarm
About an hour from now
You should be at the place of employment
Which is annoying cause it's so boring
Your co-workers are talking too loud for you to ignore them
It affects your occupational performance
You wonder why your work load is so enormous
Because your boss just laid off three quarters of the whole office
People get depressed, they get ulcers
From the stress that the corporate environment causes
Regardless of how you ultimately wanna solve this
Seems to me like you've got one of four choices:
You could take a new job offer for more chips
Stick it out a little longer or forfeit
But my advice to anybody that wants to quit
It'll feel much better if you say it like this:
[biz markie]
Take this job and shove it
I ain't workin here no more
Take this job and shove it
I ain't workin here no more
Take this job and shove it
I ain't workin here no more
Take this job, take this job, take this job and shove it
[canibus]
Yo, if your boss is a s-o-b
Tell him to s-h-o-v-e the j-o-b
Put your middle finger up slowly
Put it close enough to his face so he can examine it closely
Say i ain't workin here no more
Who do you think you are?
Rip your apron off, throw it on the floor
Run to the door, to the payphone
Make a toll-free call
Tell your spouse what happened and where you are
So they can come and get you in the car later on
And help you search for a new 9 to 5 job
If the unemployment line ain't that long
You can take your time printin out w-9 forms
Eventually, you'll get on if you try hard enough
And you'll get money if you keep punchin your time card enough
Maybe you hate it, maybe you love it
But if you hate it all you gotta do is get mad and tell the boss to
[biz markie]
Take this job and shove it
I ain't workin here no more
Take this job and shove it
I ain't workin here no more
Take this job and shove it
I ain't workin here no more
Take this job, take this job, take this job and shove it
[canibus]
Yo, some occupations are like slave gigs
The boss is favored and get placed in something spacious
While the most hated get placed in some small cubicle spaces
Or get thrown down in the basement, get your stapler confiscated
You constantly waitin for a paycheck
Twelve months passed by and you still ain't get paid yet
Here's a optimistic motto
If you ever late for today you could say you early for tomorrow
Most 9 to 5's are hard
Cause the description in the job ain't no picnic in the park
People get hired
Drink coffee to stay wired
So they don't get tired, sleep late, and get fired
[biz markie]
You came in late, you already ate,
Nowww, you wanna take a lunch break!??!
[canibus]
Ay, yo bust it, ain't no need to discuss it
Just take this job and shove it, right between your buttocks
[biz markie]
Take this job and shove it
I ain't workin here no more
Take this job and shove it
I ain't workin here no more
Take this job and shove it
I ain't workin here no more
Take this job, take this job, take this job and shove it
Take this job and shove it
I ain't workin here no more
Ah ah ah ah ahahah ah
I ain't workin here no more
Take this job and shove it
I ain't workin here no more
Ay ay ay ayee ay
I ain't workin here no more
Canibus and the biz
It's comin from canibus and the biz
It's comin from canibus and the biz
From, from canibus and the biz
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10. _ Boyz 2 Men
[mr. cheeks]
Basically, lb fam to the motherfuckin death
Park side, queen's niggaz represent
Long isle, how we do? they new our style
Represent niggaz in and out the p now
Yo, i could do this mother shit for a while
I don't give a fuck, my rap style be true yo
Yo, eh yo, yo, yo, how we do this
Hey yo well back on my south side, jamaica part of town
Where us real niggas love to get down
Where you only hear g and p finessin tracks up on the tape
We stuck in queens and i'm not tryin to escape
Yo im havin cess', drinkin, i'm kickin raps and emceein
Lb for life, kid my way of bein
Its time to, set up shops, wild in this game and got props
And fuck cops, we puffin lah wit windows up in drop tops
Nothin stops my crew from gettin it we learn from the past
Puffin on this ounce of weed, i got this drink in my glass
Conversatin with myself, what does my future hold?
Niggaz is dyin, will i make it past 30 years old?
I can't run, i guess i gots to hold it down till i'm done
What the fuck's the deal? i been doin this here from day one
Official queen's nigga, be a lost boy till my death
Until i breathe my mothafuckin last breath
Chorus: mr. cheeks {2x}
Eh yo from boyz to men
We're strictly fam, no longer friends
Lets keep it thorough, i hold it down till its on again
Until we meet again, yo i'm back up on the street again
I'm tryin to make it, throw out my nine but pack the heat again
[a+]
Check this out
Yo, yo
My mind is reachin twice that size than it only did last year
Three times its likely to feel clear
A+, i transform into a super emcee
With super vocals quicker than superman can find a phone booth
The whole truth nothin but the whole truth, i roast you
Thermonuclear vocals get hotter that in shanobal
The double o, just abide nuclear explosions
Exposin radiation like a vulcan
I'm the only guy that knows why the golden eye
Was stolen by five soviet spies
They told me to lie, they dont want to hear the god spit
Chop my hands off at the armpits but i regenerate limbs
Like star fish, comin at you with the hard shit
Swallow my beeper and page myself so i can communicate with a dolphin
Lyrical arson rush the planet like a million martians committin arson
Walkin the tarpits in india with snake charmers that place all the weight
Down...
[canibus]
Yo a+ fuck the nonsense
I got the reinforcements
To crush any enemies offense with a hundred thousand horsemen
And the hardest muthafucka on the market right here
I'll complete in a minute what would take you a light year
Extra-terrestrial biological entities with infinite energy
Battling for world supremecy
Who wanna get touched
The can-i-bus will crush you
With hard jigsaw puzzles and strong jaw muscles
Ambushin emcees jumpin out the trees
Like vietnamese in fatigues covered with leaves
Interrogatin you wack emcees like mib's with dark glasses
Askin you to tell me exactly where that alien craft landed
By flashing bright light in your eyes with those silver gamas
So when you revive you cant recall or understand it
Thats how the canibus keeps tabs on the planet
I use amnesia to neutralize public panic
And take advantage of oppurtinites to do damage
I pierce your heart with evil thoughts
The only thing faster then tha speed of light is the speed of dark
With the jaws of a great white shark i rip you apart
My state-of-the art lyrical lasers is razor sharp
Splatter the brain matter of my enemies
With the same bullet trajectory that murdered john kennedy
In the back of his cranial cavity which is actually
What happens to any motherfucker for tryin to battle me
Chorus {2x}
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11. _ Desperados
[nas escobar]
You ever dance with the devil under the pale moonlight?
Desperados, travellin
What the fuck's up son?
We could do this word up, we could do this
Chrous: the firm
Spend too many nights on the henny gettin right
Breakin big face bennies, bettin against the friendly dice
I can't call it, it's goin too good to spoil it
Tell it like it is, the raw shit never rewarded
(repeat 2x)
[canibus]
At a thousand degree celsius i make mc's melt
Fuck my record label i appear courtesy of myself
Let me explain how i maintain thresholds to pain
I walk across the sun barefoot lookin for shade
I rearrange your rib cage like a twelve gauge at close range
And change the position of your brain
My hard raps penetrate through your hardhats and all that
Nigga, get ya wig peeled back
I scalp you like the indians on horseback
Running bull will hit you harder than runningback
Stunning man with brave and cunning rap
Swiftly running laps around 48 tracks
Like uncut crack you fiends keep coming back
Heads is flippin like acrobats on gym mats
From wax to analog tapes to digital dat's
It's critical black, that canibus is ill like that
In fact perhaps you should quit rap, instead of always
Tryin to diss back, cause niggaz keep tellin you that your shit's wack
I rip raps, hardcore raps rushin you to the floor mat
Put you in the figure four, break your thorax
Jump off the top turnbuckle and land on your back
Til i hear it snap or crackle, the ref says chill black
You get clapped bringin the wrong raps to combat
Like bringin a paint gun to a shoot out with real gats
Y'all niggaz is wack, rappin over microphone feedback
My intelligence begins where yours peaks at
From fox boogie in the see-through brasierre, to nasty nas here
My nigga nature'll explain it further if it's not clear
[nas and foxy brown]
Millionaire look at the sky make sure it's still there
Ice grill stares and my jewelry is in every year
Pierre cardan back in a dapper dan time
Now flex, angle wrecks, foxy rock van klein
[nas escobar]
Initiated to the firm shit, real thugs learn quick
Sit back and feel the ultimate hit
Initiated to the firm shit, real thugs learn quick
Sit back and feel the ultimate hit
[az the visualiza]
Yo lock in, do the knowledge, follow the doctrine
We clockin, on your airwaves, keepin it rockin
Blaze up, make fire, light your purple haze up
Betcha tired, bitch ass niggaz need to be caged up
So raise up fuck the playin, i'm sick of layin
I can picture sprayin off an sk, shells ricochetin
Snatched up, in supreme court, eyes half shut
Co-defendant caught a life sentence, seem him crack up
React what, who will, bail two mill'
Nigga cool still bet i'll be home before the news will
Blast fuse and leave purple frank matthews
Perhaps you confuse the concept black, cash rules
Incog-ged, another had more deez involved
Known freeze condo seize seven keys dissolved
Daily routine, speakin up for niggaz who sling
Hand to hand on them street corners claimin you king
It's time to lock this, join with us, let your glock spit
Guzzle the toxic, only fake niggaz drop snitch
Get your guns out, it don't take much for me to dumb out
Play one route, lay ya shit down and run south
[nature]
Here's the cause of this shit, more statistics
Deeper than the laws of physics, malibu sand ,the gorgeous bitches
Weed from 1-2-5, my whole crew live
A true desperado, one that never choose sides
And show sympathy, just qb, an entity
Stock exchange, top of the game, watch you mention me
Image is nothin just obey your thirst
I blaze the purple haze, sit in a daze, then display your birth
For those concerned or just eager to learn
I speak for the firm, was told to keep the cheeba to burn
Stashin my riches, past traditions, like olympics
Pass the torch flip shit so y'all could picture my thoughts, i'm driftin
It's type ill wakin up lookin like filth
Twenty years younger same hunger same ice grill
Genetically form grade a pedigree
Born to carve rhymes, a swift tongue helped to set it free
Theoretically peep how we bless this, young and restless
Guns and westins, learnin to connect through lessons
From cool feats to camps, niggaz shoot back
It's a proven fact, nine-seven's mine, y'all niggaz move back
Chorus
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12. _ Real Shit
Yeah
It's the paragraph ambassador
The wild style fashioner
It's the god rakim, the master
Feel this
(1st verse)
This is that lost ass track off-the-rack kind of a track
You forced to rap, remember that? it's that
You know where i'm at, there go the gat
Pass me a bat, the kill-or-be-killed kind of attack
Steamin' ___, speedin' navigatin' the map
Negotiating with a chick, she got her head on your lap, ya hand on your gat
Premeditated plan of attack, with two of your most deadliest mens in the back
Comb the block, stop in the zone that's hot
Get out like you own the spot, home or not
It's that no mood to play, move out the my way
Yo, i been whistlin' this tune from throughout the day
Hey, yo, this is that ol' y'all niggas don't wanna battle
Turn it up loud make the whole block rattle
Boom boom- this one is gettin' blazin' hot
Boom boom- make you bust another shot from the glock
(chorus)
From the streets below to everything above
To the heart that pumps ra-kim allah's blood
I swear i kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plug
You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues
From the streets beneath my feet to the sun
I'm number one and competition is still none
And i'm gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin' plugs
You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues
(2nd verse)
Here we come now
Turntable spin like a merry-go-round
Never slow down, depending on how good your stereo sounds
Set it, up in the hood where we go surround
Tearin' through towns, turn 'em into burial grounds
This is the track that made theodore wanna scratch
The track that caused the first kid to spin on his back
And then we saw, kids spray-painting the wall
While some of y'all was waitin' for war breakin' the law
It's no antidote it's what you can't provoke
So just relax with your girls or your mans and smoke
And take a real hit, soon as it bang you feel quick
It's real thick, this is that ol' real shit
This is the description of designs for you to listen to
Reminiscin' the times and nothin' in particular
Keep you goin' just like a whole pot of coffee
Have you and your shorty doin' 80 in a 40
(chorus)
From the streets below to everything above
To the heart that pumps ra-kim allah's blood
I swear i kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plug
You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues
From the streets beneath my feet to the sun
I'm number one and competition is still none
And i'm gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin' plugs
(3rd verse)
You know what this is
Yeah kid, give up your riches
Vicious, visions is not for motion pictures
Unstoppable, rollin' witcha sickest clique of niggas
Or witcha missus, gettin tropical kisses
Makin' faces, anticipatin' places her tongue hits
Suck her neck or just peck, better to funk it
The ep is in effect from dusk to sunset
She want a rim shot all over her drum set
Jump the bed rubbin' your head- it's rough sex
50 ways to keep a love wet
Down and up the steps with crazy positions left till she upset
"damn, baby, you ain't come yet?"
Hell, no- doomstick big as a elbow
Gel soft, well blow, give him a minute, he'll grow
And all you gotta do is play the track again
I'm ready and revived, baby, back again
(chorus)
From the streets below to everything above
To the heart that pumps ra-kim allah's blood
I swear i kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plug
You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues
From the streets beneath my feet to the sun
I'm number one and competition is still none
And i'm gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin' plugs
You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues
[canibus]
Yo!
Check it, yo!
I'm faster than leopards running across the vast desert
In twenty-two yards per second to catch me to daily delicatessen
It takes me thirty minutes to eat'em, forty minutes to digest'em,
And fifty minutes for it to pass through my intestines
So ask yourself a question?(what question?)
Can the canibus rhyme?
Is a fuckin porcupine half swine?
No time to make up your mind, you wanna run or die?
Clip you while you're running by, trip you up from behind
My rhymes, confuse niggas
Like somebody try to gang-bang
Wearin' a blue shirt and red pants, throwin' up signs with there left hand
Standin' out on the corner of wetlands with a confederate flag for a headband
God dam eggplants, niggas getting' me vexed man
Cause i'm surrounded by garbage like fred sav
And i can't seem to get away from it
I dreamed that i stabbed leviathan through the stomach, and ate from it
In my past life i slayed hundreds, and in the life before that
I played trumpets, to warn you that i was comin'
There's one billion ways to die, and i already tried
Nine-hundred million nine hundred and ninety nine
When i aim and fire my rhymes, like a hundred cannon balls flying
Striking you one at a time, in a parallel line
While the art of emceeing is steady dieing
Canibus and rakim allah is still in there prime!
(chorus)
From the streets below to everything above
To the heart that pumps ra-kim allah's blood
I swear i kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plug
You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues
From the streets beneath my feet to the sun
I'm number one and competition is still none
And i'm gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin' plugs
You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues
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13. _ Reebok Commercial Part 1
Yo...
I was made on an assembly line
My aero dynamic design
And my stitches were ahead of my time
I come in all assorted colors and dyes
Colors that attract eyes
And i'm defined by capital a.i.
Worn by the feet
Of the illest athletes to ever compete
And i'm worn by the kids on the streets
I keep you gripped to the ground
I'm the reason that people think you got style
The reason people "i love you iverson" - girls saying it
Shine to the croud
The reason fans see you and smile
The reason philly drafted you in the tryouts
The reason you just too quick to be fouled
And i'm probably the same reason you the leading scorer in the league
Now
I'm the reason that you zig-zag-ziggin'
The reason that you got benjamins
And the reason that you bling blingin'
The reason that you the nicest
Wit the rock, andyou can't be stopped
(word? who are you?)
The answer, from reebok!
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14. _ I'll Bust 'em, You Punish 'em
(canibus) yeah, i bust 'em... you punish 'em
(canibus) yeah...let me bust 'em
(rakim) naw, i'ma punish 'em
(canibus) ra, let me bust 'em
(rakim) naw, i'ma punish 'em
(canibus) naw, let me bust 'em
(rakim) naw, i'ma punish 'em
(canibus) come on ra, let me bust 'em
(rakim) yo bis, i'ma punish 'em
(canibus)
Yo, yo...
Out on the battling tip my verbal lateral grip
Keeps my tongue glued to the a-dat when i'm trackin' 'em swift
Let my spit lubricate the chap on my lips
And make you rappers have fits 'cause i'm back in the mix
Forget a pad and a pen, i write rhymes on an ibm
Ebonics is dead, the binary language is in
Canibus practices in a room wit a thousand candles lit
Meditating on this rapping shit
Because my freestyle reigns sovereign
Wit a deeper conscious than the prophet muhammad was born wit
My brain cavity is enormous
My left hemisphere alone harnesses all of the 7 ??????
While the right one harnesses darkness
The type of dark that makes a house haunted
The type of dark that people get lost in
The type of dark you fear when you're dead in your coffin
I hear you talkin' but i ignore it
Cause you garbage and your rhymes borin'
So keep standin' on the corner,
The thrash-man will collect you in the mornin'
Thug cats frontin'
Wacker than blinky blink
On the back of the wack-ass wagon babblin' about - nothin'
Now that real hood rats could get it on, black
Meet me at the tunnel where pussy cats get robbed at
Rubber faced rappers get stretched like elastic claymation
Characters with verbal vernaculars
Slappin' ya like a white water raft
Or an olympic kayak paddlin' across the - niagara
Fake mcs haul ass like they runnin' track
Where ever canibus or rakim is at
(canibus) let me bust 'em
(rakim) naw, i'ma punish 'em
(canibus) naw, let me bust 'em
(rakim) naw, i'ma punish 'em
(canibus) ra, let me bust 'em
(rakim) naw, i'ma punish 'em
(canibus) naw,let me bust 'em
(rakim) naw, i'ma punish 'em
(canibus) naw, let me bust 'em
(rakim) naw, i'ma punish 'em
(canibus) ra, let me bust 'em
(rakim) naw, i'ma punish 'em
(canibus) naw, let me bust 'em
(rakim) naw, i'ma punish 'em
(canibus) come on ra, let me bust 'em
(rakim) yo bis, i'ma punish 'em
(rakim)
Be ready and at ya best
The celebrity match of death
Heart snatched through your chest, cardiac arrest
Crack your neck while i break your arms, catch your breath
Then i asked the ref, "how many cats is left?"
One on one, who challenging? come get did
All i have is a pen and punish you kids
Abdomen punctured and look what i did to his wig
Wanna live then i stab 'em in the lung with his rib
Every word i say detach a vertebrae from your spine
Rematch wherever we meet at, any place anytime
Get your snot-box smashed with a 9
Smacked with a rhyme, push your forehead to the back of your mind
Try to explain what it's like seeing your brain
Your insane, soon to be id'ed as remains
Then i reincarnate 'em and kill 'em again
Again and again, again and again
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(canibus):
Yo, yo
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15. _ Music Makes Me High
[mr. cheeks]
One time
We bless the track
Rush to the back
It's the lb fam dogg pound we attack
One time for the lp, lb
My family come through
This who we do
Group home, universal bounce one
Power moves to be made
Rap game is paid
Clown niggaz gettin paid
It's gettin, jumpin some babes
The mind state steady thinkin
One dutch burnin
I'm already thinkin
Here to lay the real
I know to kill
I feel the envy
But those that try to bind me
Right behind me wit my members
??? to see right here through the violence strap
But keep this hennessey and my main man's rap
Caught up in the game black can't explain that
But longevity that's what i aim at
You wanna come through
And test yo fuckin skill
Kid i go the shit that pray the rams plus the bills
Sent your clown niggaz back and touch a fuckin hill
Me and my fam givin competition chills
For from the east to the west
Lp all of lb now who's the best
Break your wins down like a pronoun
On the phone touch me and my click tha dogg pound
Throw your hands up you wanna fuckin toss
I'm that guy land of the lost
Listen up, special wit a ??? style
Come wit and you'll love bein' high
One 4 pound and my brotha freaky tah
Music makes me high
[canibus]
Yo combination of mr. cheeks, canibus & kurupt
Is enough to make the reels on casette tapes bust
Cause none of you fools is capable
My lyrical 'll knock you on the floor like a mechanical bull
Rhymes ricochet off the inner walls of my lungs
To past the tongue faster then bullets come out of guns
Who wants to be the one to get struck first
I bury they body on any planet except the earth
I rip up, swell your lip up, it's a stick up
Make put your hands up on your head like you was doin sit-ups
Lost boyz nad dpg causin trouble
We out of control like inter-voluntary hustle
Kid nobody else smokes more then my team
20 grams of weed and a gallon of visine
Yaknahme, i fly the friendly sky's when ever music makes me high
Chorus: i'm so high, this music makes me high (x4)
[kurupt]
Kurupt in your game, what's ya know, where ya at
I'm comin through wit a mack, i'm out to get my paper back
You can't harm me even if lip was froze
Get incinerated from verbal inferno
Born created get physical castrated
I'm so glad i made in a world where i'm hated
Big time gama got the game orcastrated
Correct me mashin in jags and benzes
Imitatin cause youse an imitater punk
Jump wit kurupt and get slumped cause i dump
With no question or no hesitation i'm bussin
End discussion as my adrenaline's rushin
Or ??? your mr. cash for the capital
Was actual, ??? fact i use tactical skill
Get popped like girls tryin ta jump at the real
Chorus
[daz dillinger]
Can i ride, can i rock my broads
Cause ??? rhymes and leathal last rhyme lines
Time after time i beat the hell out of a track
Most definitely i gets busy when we attack
????, dialogues and formats
Be on some ill type streets raps from way back
As a child i got wilder styles
I used to shine all day and a rocked the crowd
I destroy and completely evaporize my opponents
Be on it like a hornet kickin dat in your stomach
Dogg gone it tell my why they wanna kill daz
Cause daz gets the killin and buillin cash rounds
So get tell me i'll come around
So get down lost boyz and dogg pound
I bet ya get see me now tell whatcha gonna do
A tough guy can be a dead guy when fuckin wit my crew
So fasten your seat belt and see a hornets trip
Well me stay hardcore for whatever, whtever
Chorus to fade
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16. _ Second Round Knockout (extended Version)
[mike tyson]
Hey mike tyson here speakin with the canibus man over here
Yo canibus your main objective out here is to do nuttin but
Eat eat eat eat mc's, for lunch, breakfast
Hey man they been playin me all my life man
You know i won a title a couple a times did right
No but they can't hurt us man
We gonna do it, get up in this ring man, put on these gloves
Let me show you how to handle this li'l nigga
[verse one - canibus]
Yo i'ma let the world know the truth!
You don't want me to shine
You studied my rhyme, then you laced your vocals after mine
That's a bitch move, somethin that a homo rapper would do
So when you say that you platinum, you only droppin clues
I studied your background, read the book that you wrote
Researched the footnotes, 'bout how you used to sniff coke
Frontin like a drug free role model, you disgust me
I know bitches that seen you smoke weed recently
You walk around showin off your body cause it sells
Plus to avoid the fact that you ain't got skills
Mad at me cause i kick that shit real niggas feel
While 99% of your fans wear high heels
>from ice-t to kool moe dee to jay-z
Now you wanna fuck with me? you must be crazy!
You drippin with wack juice, and you can't get it off
You better be prepared to finish what you start, nigga!
[referee] - (canibus in parentheses)
Hey hey hey hey, you just hold it right there
(yo, get off me man)
We got an illegal low blow on the fighter in the blue trunks
(yo, yo get the fuck off me man)
If i see one more of those, you're outta here brotha
(yo get out my way man, yo he started this shit)
You understand? (fuck you!)
You'll be disqualified (i'll bite that nigga again!)
Stop bein a bitch (get the fuck off me man!)
We came to see a fight
[mike tyson]
Yo canibus man you gotta hit harder than that man
You don't want no bitch ass niggaz hangin out wit me man
We're warriors man, when we go into battle
We come out, or don't come out at all!
[verse two - canibus]
Yo, you better give me the respect that i deserve or i'ma take it by force
Blast you with a 45 colt, make you summersault
Shock you with a couple hundred thousand volt thunderbolts
Before you wanted a war, now you wanna talk
It's about who strikes the hardest not who strikes first
That's why i laugh when i hear that wack ass verse
That shit was the worse, rhyme i ever heard in my life
Cause the greatest rapper of all time died on march 9th
God bless his soul rest in peace kid
It's because of him now at least i know what beef is
It's not what i would call this, see this is something different
A faggot nigga trying to make a living off of dissing
Somebody that he's got to know is better than him
But he's feelin himself, cause he got more cheddar than him
Well let me tell you something, you might got more cash than me
But you ain't got the skills to eat a nigga's ass like me
And if you really want to show off, we can get it on
Live in front of the cameras on your own sitcom
I'll let you kick a verse, fuck it, i'll let you kick em all
I'd even wait for the studio audience to applaud [cheers]
Now watch me rip the tat from your arm
Kick you in the groin, stick you for your vanguard award
In front of your mom your 1st, 2nd and 3rd born
Make your wife get on the horn call minister farrakhan
So he could persuade me to squash it, i'd saw naw he started it
He forgot what a hardcore artist is
A hardcore artist is a dangerous man, such as myself
Trained to run 20 miles in soft sand
On or off land, programmed to kick hundreds of bars off hand
From a lost and forgotten land, you done did it man
You done spitted some wack shittit
And probably thought that because it's been a minute i'd forget it?
Fuck that! 'cause like common and cube i see the bitch in you
And i'ma make the world see it too, motherfucker!
[verse three - canibus]
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
I'll battle you for the respect
I'll battle you over a blank check
I'll battle you with a gun to my neck
'cause battling's my favorite hobby that's probably why you despise me
We can battle in hot 97's lobby
Constantly battling, out in the streets
Or battle of the beats, we can let angie referee
Inside the jail y'all fenced prisoners look tense
Armed with shanks waiting for the battle commence
Ladies and gents,
Pick up the phone and call in the side with the highest
?pennant and decide the wench?
Lowest versus the highest, i'll start a riot
You're a virus, you run around screaming "stop the violence!"
I rip mics tighter than pliers
You say you the greatest of all time?
You're a liar, your time's expired
You no longer have what hip hop requires, so retire!!!
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17. _ Shout Out To Lost Boyz
[dj clue]
Yeah, dj clue, desert storm, all up in ya area
With the lb fam, love peace and nappiness
A little sample, but first..
My man canibus, gon' rip shit down, ha ha
[canibus]
Yo, yo, yo
Lost boyz the beasts from the east up in this piece
With a new release on the streets every fifty-two weeks
And i dare a nigga to challenge us; i turn the
Love peace and nappiness into your blood on a napkin in the ambulance
Fuckin with the nigga called canibus, just the sound
Of my voice'll give you a positive urine analysis
I'm a lyrical demon, stronger than crack fiends
That smoke two p's with a c in between em
Lb fam, makin the music niggaz dance to
And we sip a very substantial amount of jack daniels
L-o-est, b-o-y-z we lock shit
We invested all of legal drug money profit
Showin love to each and every nigga that copped it
In they jeep, lex coupe, beema or benz knockin it
Music makin you high, givin you that urge
To spend two-thirds of the money you earned on herb
You're fuckin with the lb fam, we do what we gotta do
You never get the chance to shoot back at who shot at you
Nigga, you'll be dead before you reach the hospital
Lookin at you layin there with blood comin out your nostrils
Queens most wanted, quick to clap a nigga
Rap at killers who wear carharts and caterpillers
Totin the four-pound, holdin the fort down
Before heavy d bounced to uptown became a ghost town
Cheeks, lou and thai see eye to eye
Spig sees eye to thigh, bein the shortest
But he still gets busy on the one and two's regardless
Heard about the clue tape, so i had to get on it
Lost boyz and desert storm, show us the money
Cause we still hungry, we still got the growl in the tummy
We still grimy and grungy, dressin bummy
Doin shows for foreign currencies in other countries
Tryin to finance me a hum-vee with low mufflage
Get a production deal, start our own record companies
Sign our own acts, and rhyme about whatever we wanna rap
Decorate our walls with plaques
Summertime eighty-nine or better degree weather
Nine-seven dj clue and lb fam forever
[dj clue]
What?! dj clue, all up in ya area
[canibus]
Yo yo yo hold up i don't think niggaz know man
I'm gonna rock some more, check it out, yo, yo
Now just by watchin you, i can tell that i got you
To face me, somethin you don't wanna do, my rhymes
Are too hostile, they'll beat you down in public like the cops do
Sit on top of you, make a human pinata out of you
Flow as potent as possible, creatin obstacles three feet
High and rising, like the chronicles of posdonus
The old school hip-hop, is where i get my style from
Uptown harlem, is where i get my lye from
My cousin with mad guns, is where i get the nines from
Area 51 is where i be gettin rhymes from
I'm not a human being
I'm the human being ill with a i.q. that's off the scale
If words could kill, a verse of mine'll murder a mil'
And mc'sll be gnashin they teeth, burnin in hell
I'm learnin to be the head instead of the tail
I ain't followin nobody else to increase my sales
Metaphors are real, like they been forged in steel
Stood before the judge told him i was forced to kill
And how i went for mines to get paid in full
Then i went for minds again and ripped em out of niggaz skulls
The nigga on the block with the biggest balls, layin niggaz
On the floor, robbin em too a biggie smalls song
"turn your head round," give me the cheddar
I'd rather be a lion for a day than a lamb who lives forever
"turn your head round," give me the cheddar
I'd rather be a lion for a day than a lamb who lives forever *echoes*
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18. _ Make A Name For Ourselves
[nas escobar]
You ever dance with the devil under the pale moonlight?
Desperados, travellin
What the fuck's up son?
We could do this word up, we could do this
Chrous: the firm
Spend too many nights on the henny gettin right
Breakin big face bennies, bettin against the friendly dice
I can't call it, it's goin too good to spoil it
Tell it like it is, the raw shit never recorded
(repeat 2x)
[canibus]
At a thousand degree celsius i make mc's melt
Fuck my record label i appear courtesy of myself
Let me explain how i maintain thresholds to pain
I walk across the sun barefoot lookin for shade
I rearrange your rib cage like a twelve gauge at close range
And change the position of your brain
My hard raps penetrate through your hardhats and all that
Nigga, get ya wig peeled back
I scalp you like the indians on horseback
Running bull will hit you harder than runningback
Stunning man with brave and cunning rap
Swiftly running laps around 48 tracks
Like uncut crack you fiends keep coming back
Heads is flippin like acrobats on gym mats
From wax to analog tapes to digital dat's
It's critical black, that canibus is ill like that
In fact perhaps you should quit rap, instead of always
Tryin to diss back, cause niggaz keep tellin you that your shit's wack
I rip raps, hardcore raps rushin you to the floor mat
Put you in the figure four, break your thorax
Jump off the top turnbuckle and land on your back
Til i hear it snap or crackle, the ref says chill black
You get clapped bringin the wrong raps to combat
Like bringin a paint gun to a shoot out with real gats
Y'all niggaz is wack, rappin over microphone feedback
My intelligence begins where yours peaks at
From fox boogie in the see-through brasierre, to nasty nas here
My nigga nature'll explain it further if it's not clear
[nas and foxy brown]
Millionaire look at the sky make sure it's still there
Ice grill stares and my jewelry is in every year
Pierre cardan back in a dapper dan time
Now flex, angle wrecks, foxy rock van klein
[nas escobar]
Initiated to the firm shit, real thugs learn quick
Sit back and feel the ultimate hit
Initiated to the firm shit, real thugs learn quick
Sit back and feel the ultimate hit
[az the visualiza]
Yo lock in, do the knowledge, follow the doctrine
We clockin, on your airwaves, keepin it rockin
Blaze up, make fire, light your purple haze up
Betcha tired, bitch ass niggaz need to be caged up
So raise up fuck the playin, i'm sick of layin
I can picture sprayin off an sk, shells ricochetin
Snatched up, in supreme court, eyes half shut
Co-defendant caught a life sentence, seem him crack up
React what, who will, bail two mill'
Nigga cool still bet i'll be home before the news will
Blast fuse and leave purple frank matthews
Perhaps you confuse the concept black, cash rules
Incog-ged, another had more deez involved
Known freeze condo seize seven keys dissolved
Daily routine, speakin up for niggaz who sling
Hand to hand on them street corners claimin you king
It's time to lock this, join with us, let your glock spit
Guzzle the toxic, only fake niggaz drop snitch
Get your guns out, it don't take much for me to dumb out
Play one route, lay ya shit down and run south
[nature]
Here's the cause of this shit, more statistics
Deeper than the laws of physics, malibu sand ,the gorgeous bitches
Weed from 1-2-5, my whole crew live
A true desperado, one that never choose sides
And show sympathy, just qb, an entity
Stock exchange, top of the game, watch you mention me
Image is nothin just obey your thirst
I blaze the purple haze, sit in a daze, then display your birth
For those concerned or just eager to learn
I speak for the firm, was told to keep the cheeba to burn
Stashin my riches, past traditions, like olympics
Pass the torch flip shit so y'all could picture my thoughts, i'm driftin
It's type ill wakin up lookin like filth
Twenty years younger same hunger same ice grill
Genetically form grade a pedigree
Born to carve rhymes, a swift tongue helped to set it free
Theoretically peep how we bless this, young and restless
Guns and westins, learnin to connect through lessons
From cool feats to camps, niggaz shoot back
It's a proven fact, nine-seven's mine, y'all niggaz move back
Chorus
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