Canibus - Real Shit Lyrics
YeahIts the paragraph ambassadorThe wild style fashionerIts the God rakim, the masterFeel this(1st verse)This is that lost ass track off-the-rack kind of a trackYou forced to rap, remember that? its thatYou know where Im at, there go the gatPass me a bat, the kill-or-be-killed kind of attackSteamin ___, speedin navigatin the mapNegotiating with a chick, she got her head on your lap, ya hand on your gatPremeditated plan of attack, with two of your most deadliest mens in the backComb the block, stop in the zone thats hotGet out like you own the spot, home or notIts that no mood to play, move out the my wayYo, I been whistlin this tune from throughout the dayHey, yo, this is that ol yall niggas dont wanna battleTurn it up loud make the whole block rattleBoom boom- this one is gettin blazin hotBoom boom- make you bust another shot from the glock(chorus)From the streets below to everything aboveTo the heart that pumps ra-kim allahs bloodI swear I kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plugYou emcees is playing tug-a-war with your tonguesFrom the streets beneath my feet to the sunIm number one and competition is still noneAnd Im gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin plugsYou emcees is playing tug-a-war with your tongues(2nd verse)Here we come nowTurntable spin like a merry-go-roundNever slow down, depending on how good your stereo soundsSet it, up in the hood where we go surroundTearin through towns, turn em into burial groundsThis is the track that made theodore wanna scratchThe track that caused the first kid to spin on his backAnd then we saw, kids spray-painting the wallWhile some of yall was waitin for war breakin the lawIts no antidote its what you cant provokeSo just relax with your girls or your mans and smokeAnd take a real hit, soon as it bang you feel quickIts real thick, this is that ol real shitThis is the description of designs for you to listen toReminiscin the times and nothin in particularKeep you goin just like a whole pot of coffeeHave you and your shorty doin 80 in a 40(chorus)From the streets below to everything aboveTo the heart that pumps ra-kim allahs bloodI swear I kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plugYou emcees is playing tug-a-war with your tonguesFrom the streets beneath my feet to the sunIm number one and competition is still noneAnd Im gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin plugs(3rd verse)You know what this isYeah kid, give up your richesVicious, visions is not for motion picturesUnstoppable, rollin witcha sickest clique of niggasOr witcha missus, gettin tropical kissesMakin faces, anticipatin places her tongue hitsSuck her neck or just peck, better to funk itThe ep is in effect from dusk to sunsetShe want a rim shot all over her drum setJump the bed rubbin your head- its rough sex50 ways to keep a love wetDown and up the steps with crazy positions left till she upsetDamn, baby, you aint come yet?Hell, no- doomstick big as a elbowGel soft, well blow, give him a minute, hell growAnd all you gotta do is play the track againIm ready and revived, baby, back again(chorus)From the streets below to everything aboveTo the heart that pumps ra-kim allahs bloodI swear I kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plugYou emcees is playing tug-a-war with your tonguesFrom the streets beneath my feet to the sunIm number one and competition is still noneAnd Im gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin plugsYou emcees is playing tug-a-war with your tongues[canibus]Yo!Check it, yo!Im faster than leopards running across the vast desertIn twenty-two yards per second to catch me to daily delicatessenIt takes me thirty minutes to eatem, forty minutes to digestem,And fifty minutes for it to pass through my intestinesSo ask yourself a question? (what question? )Can the canibus rhyme?Is a *****in porcupine half swine?No time to make up your mind, you wanna run or die?Clip you while youre running by, trip you up from behindMy rhymes, confuse niggasLike somebody try to gang-bangWearin a blue shirt and red pants, throwin up signs with there left handStandin out on the corner of wetlands with a confederate flag for a headbandGod dam eggplants, niggas getting me vexed manCause Im surrounded by garbage like fred savAnd I cant seem to get away from itI dreamed that I stabbed leviathan through the stomach, and ate from itIn my past life I slayed hundreds, and in the life before thatI played trumpets, to warn you that I was cominTheres one billion ways to die, and I already triedNine-hundred million nine hundred and ninety nineWhen I aim and fire my rhymes, like a hundred cannon balls flyingStriking you one at a time, in a parallel lineWhile the art of emceeing is steady dieingCanibus and rakim allah is still in there prime!(chorus)From the streets below to everything aboveTo the heart that pumps ra-kim allahs bloodI swear I kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plugYou emcees is playing tug-a-war with your tonguesFrom the streets beneath my feet to the sunIm number one and competition is still noneAnd Im gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin plugsYou emcees is playing tug-a-war with your tongues
