Canibus - The C-quel Lyrics
[overlapped lines from songs in the past](overlap 1)Ill battle you on the net, Ill battle you in the fleshIll battle you over the phone you can call me collectverbally viscious, telekenetically gifted,Took a minute to exhibit that Im sick with ithave you any idea what Ill do to crews like youHow many niggaz in my career Ive ran throughat 1000 degrees celsius I make emcees melt,***** my record label I appear courtesy of myselfcanibus is the type to fight for mics,Beatin niggaz to death and beatin dead niggaz to lifewhile you niggaz is babblin my lyrics is travelinLike a javelin to stab you in the abdomenthe intellectual athelete accurately rappin so rapidly,Yet he makes perfect sense mathematicallyi walk the b-lock withe the g-lock, c-ocked,Trynna get the dr-op on the c-opsthe canibus is a animal with a mechanical mandibleComin to damage you spittin understandable slang at yourhymes richocet off the inner walls of my lungsAnd go past the tongue faster than bullets come out of gunswhenever the head is severed from the human bodyWith a sharp enough weapon the brain remains conscious for 10 secondswhats the matter with yall, Ill spatter yall,Against the mutha*****in wall with these raw lyrics I catapaultIll hop into the back seat of a cab and rhyme,Till the meter says 9, 9, 9, 9!!!(verse 1)Yea, its the c-quel, the c-quel, yo!Im hardcore from the nappy follicles in my poresTo every single pore in my skullHard from my mouth to my jaws]from my jaws to my torso where my organs are storedAnd from my balls in my draws to the floorI pray to God they hurry up and start the third world warSo I can start world war 4 and murder us allI dont give a ***** if you rich or you poorDont give a ***** if you got ya picture in the source of forbesI dont give a ***** who won an awardOn stage tryna thank God Ill chop ya tongue off wit a swordLet they blood pour all on the floorIf it aint a cordless, you gettin punched in the jaw and hung wit the cordIll leave ya corpse stiff as a boardLike frozen meat tryna thaw then bury you under the morgeGettin in my way is like jumpin in front of a carBreakin the sound barrier, that means the car is in front of the hornBy the time you hear it blowin, its too late to respondBy the time you feel it hit chu, Im goneIll send ya to hell where you belongSo by the time ya body hits the floorYa spirit wont be in it no moreWho could flow for 4 minutes or moreWithout breaks, without mistakes, without flawsI got millions of styles and I masteredem allA metaphor matador fast enough to make the bullcharge and crash in the wall(overlap 2)whoever grabs the mic after mell get booedGet everything in the club thrown at you and ya crewIm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it,Ill snatch ya crown with ya head still attached to iti battle you the respect, Ill battle you over a blank checkIll battle you with a gun to my neckambushin emcees, jumpin out the trees like vietnameseIn fatigues covered with leavesnext year, youll be walkin around the how can I be downConference with a laminate, that said i got shitted-on by canibusturn ya head round gimmie the cheddar,Id rather be a lion for a day than a lamb who lives forever***** yall, you dont impress me and no one can test me,An emcee so ill I got aids scared to catch me(verse 2)Canibus is what the hardcore niggas is waitin onDebatin on what the ***** is takin so longWell Im here now, verbal ass whippins bout to get shared outWack niggas bout to get aired outFaggit niggas get they ass teared outGrab a wise man by his goatee and rip his *****in beard outCold beat a niggas ass like stoutThen bust a shot in the mutha*****in courtroom and watch it clear outA hundred thousand mile warrantyMetaphorically, Ill use a hundred thousand styles and murder you orallyI took a lion on tour wit me, made him respect authoritySmacked him in the head for trynna roar at meLyrics got my undivided loyaltyAnd there aint nothin on this God damn planet thats worth more to meIn the name of hip-hop niggas could corner meTorture me, slice me then stitch me up like embroideryWay back before gold-plated male and femaleRca jacks was used for crystal clear playbackI was trynna blaze adats, and if a nigga said my demo was wack?Id beat his ass and took my tape backyea nigga [smack] what? yeah nigga take thatAnybody get outta line, get they face slappedQuick fast, the can-i-busll buss yo assThen Ill bust you wit a shotgun blastIts not fun so I dont laughTo me this rap shit is as serious as, the death of a loved oneYou know how you be feelin sadThats how I feel when I grab the microphone but niggas dont understandCanibus is unequivocably the illest killin machine in the industryFor the 20th centuryTrapped in a max security buildingSufferin from a severe illness called brillance (echoes)
