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[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)

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 /

[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?!

[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

[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}

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

(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

<chorus>

(canibus):
Yo, yo

[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!!!

[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