Canibus - Die Slow Lyrics
F/ journalist[canibus]Yo (die slow)Yea (die slow)Ya niggas better..(die slow)Uh (die slow)All you can do is (die slow) nigga (die slow)(die slow) 4xAll you can do is die (slow)Yea(die slow) 2x***** yall(die slow) 2xDie slow nigga(die slow)(canibus)YoYou against me.. no contestMy tongue hydraulicsStrong enough to flip a 64 impala with 3 adult passengersAnd a 4 hundred pound driverAnd drown you in less than an ounce of your own salivaRubberface rappers get, stretched like elasticClaymation characters wit verbal vernacularSlappin ya, like a white water rafterOr a olympic kayaker, paddlin across the niagaraMy afterburnersll be burnin you afterYa body already been splashed with acidAnd you turn to ashesAssassins camouflauged in the grass blastinLeavin blood all over ya lady like jackie onassisIll fly ya body outta dallasPerform plastic surgery while we airborne and switch casketsThen lie to the massesIll tellem that you got murdered over some east west beef, between rappersRadio stationsll express they sadnessPlay classics back to back and pass out stop the violence pamphletsJust imagine, every night ya girls *****in ya best friendWhile you in hell throwin tantrumsIll be lampin in a mansion somewhere out in the hamptonsGivin some pretty ass ***** a spankinNigga you cant winIm laughin cause you a has beenYoull never get ya groove backSo dont even bother askin, angela bassettYoull just get ya ass kickedGet ya head chopped off and dropped in a basketMy left arms taken but my right ones freeThat means I could diss another mutha*****in emceeWit rhymes that appear clearer than liquid crystalMy lyrical is more visual than television screen pixelsI fire pistols, hit you wit minature misslesRiddle ya body wit holes then watch the blood sprinkleYa probably had no idea what you was gettin intoOn the mic, can-i-bus is invincible***** you(convo 1)(die slow through out the convo)Hey yo that nigga got an attitudeYeah he be actin rudeAnd hes always trynna battle youThat last album was terribleWhen hes on the radio he never got a clean mouthYeah everytime he freestyles, his words be gettin bleeped outYou got the album?Naw I heard it was weakYou got the album?I said it was weakBut the shit dont come out till next weekHey yo I like the niggas beatsYo that shit be comin bugged outHey yo that nigga bis dumbs outHe waited too long to come out............(journalist)To you ***** niggas who talk alotBut walk the block, in halter topsLeft side of ya chest, mark the spotThats where a nigga put it, when Im hoodedThen fill you up wit big bulletsPrepare you for some channel 6 footageKnow what is, me and bis, runnin through ya courtyardCreepin wit a four-five and reachin for ya door knobThrow a gun under ya chin, see how quick your whore riseOne shot could have a short slide, right out the north sideYour whole flow is porkrineSpit the small ointsIm nasty, but my small joints grip the bar pointDrop on top of the blue line..right beside the red oneKeep the flow fairsome, till the day my career doneBring it to ya ass if you the challengin typeEspecially those, surroundin the micSound of the lightTo the journ, yall aint no suitable spittersTrue to you niggasLay you out on mds, recoupin ya liverShoutin my name,Ya best to control the noise soldier boyOr homicide will be all over you poys with polaroids(convo 2)(die slow through out the convo)Yea, yo that nigga journalist gets busy yoI heard hes from philly yoI seen him in bis videoHes so skinny thoNow hes rollin wit canibus?I dont even understand his shitThat nigga sounds like an amaeturYo I heard jay manage himYo he got some heavy gold shitMan, thats some old shitYea yo the niggas that he roll witProbably let em hold itHe got alotta benjisNo he dontEverytime, when I see him in the back of the sourceHe looks [? ? ? ? ]
