Canibus - Lost @ C Lyrics
[verse 1]Yo, yo, yo, now when you see that big ass c, you know Im comin throughAnd when you know Im comin through, you know what ima doI never sent to battlin me, would be impossibleI just think its highly mother*****ing improbableYou talkin to a nigga, niggas split moleculesTo subatomic particles, strong enough to stop a bullBodies slam, to oxygen, drop a muleUrinating rocket fuel, freestylin over gospel tunesRhymes by the thousands, rhymes for hoursI could kick a rhyme longer than your whole albumKickboxer, beatin the shit out niggas properI beat em till they holler, beat em til the cops comeBeatin niggas til they have seizures, beat em til they start screaminLike fax machines when they start receivinBeat em til my own hands start bleedinBeat em til they lungs stop breathing and they heart stop beatin>from 12 am to 12 pm in the eveningWith three 15 minute breaks in between emGood jesus, thats a really stingy beatinThats what you get for *****in with this lyrical demonBloodstreams been, contaminated for eonsI got cast out of heaven for treasonGot cast out of the garden of eden for lettin the reptillian beast inGot locked up for a dui and speedinA whole legion of half decent emcees get released whenThey spit a hundred bars for they freedomSee Im much too nice to compete witToo nice to flow over beats wit, too nice to hold a m I c witOff some diesel hercules shit, I cold flipAnd start to punch trees til they leaflessInhale with two real deep breaths, hold my breathTil the whole planet suffocates and then release it [release it]Hook 2x:Yo, you aint as cold as usOr as bold as usWhen you get thrown to the wolves, you get thrown to us[when we in the warzone, we got the chrome wit us]Cuz we rollin rough, when the soldiers rushEither you roll wit us, or get blown to dust [ashes to ashes and dust toDust][verse 2]Yo, yo, now for the last couple of months, things been real quietCuz I aint heard shit worth buyinIm bout to show you niggas how Im drivenThe drive comes from my lyrics and my lyrics come from my inner spiritFive bringin the, faster than 12 cylinder engines with nitrogen in emFaster than f-1 with light pistonsFast enough to give your brain an aneurysmCuz you niggas is slower than fat *****es with tabalismThe way I rip apart the competition when I be spittinThe name canibus might as well be cannibalismShow me a man that cant feel himIll show you a man thatll grab him by the neckAnd put his head to the fan on the ceilingSuffer real bad from television shitDrop him off the roof of a building and let the news film himI hop in front of the cameras and tell em how Im feelinI tell em how I feel that hip hop, should deal wit itTell em how Im tired of the state rappers inNinety percent of the shit that rappers give is subject matter lessNot original, but blasphemous, just a bunch of the same charactersShootin the same videos, its embarassingYous in the same formal as the ? havel head?Yous are the same actors and actresses, same shit different laxativeFace it nigga you wack as shit Im snatchin your micI make you run for your life, children in the daylightThat track you at night, my global position is satelliteGot a infrared blaster to test your bodys fahrenheitWherever you go, I track you through hail, sleet, or snowI track you til youre seizure grows into a afroUntil you plaid em into cornrowsTrack you til your shoe soles develop holesAnd you get, corns on your toesTil your teeth develop hollow cosesBut you been goin so long without deodorant you dont even notice itMother*****erHook 4x
