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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)