The C-Quel(Album Version (Explicit))

歌詞

(Canibus) I'll battle you on the net, I'll battle you in the flesh I'll battle you over the phone; you can call me collect Verbally vicious, telekinetically gifted Took a minute to exhibit that I'm sick with it Have you any idea what I'll do to crews like you? How many niggas in my career I've ran through? At a thousand degrees Celsius I make emcees melt Fuck my record label, I appear courtesy of myself Canibus is the type to fight for mics Beating niggas to death, and beating dead niggas to life While you niggas is babbling my lyrics is traveling Like a javelin to stab you in the abdomen The intellectual athlete accurately rapping so rapidly Yet he makes perfect sense mathematically I walk the B-lock, with the G-lock, C-ocked Tryin'na get the D.R.-op, on the C-ops The Canibus is an animal, with a mechanical mandible Coming to damage you, spitting understandable slang at you Rhymes ricochet off the inner walls of my lungs And go past the tongue faster than bullets come out of guns Whenever the head is severed from the human body with a sharp enough weapon The brain remains conscious for ten seconds What's the matter with ya'll? I'll spatter ya'll Against the motha fucking wall with these raw lyrics I catapult I'll hop into the back seat of a cab and rhyme Till the meter says, ‘nine, nine, nine, nine' (Canibus) Yeah, it's the C-Quel, the C-Quel Yo I'm hardcore from the nappy follicles in my pores To every single pore in my skull, hard from my mouth to my jaws From my jaws to my torso where my organs are stored And from my balls in my drawers to the floor I pray to God they hurry up and start the Third World War So I can start World War Four, and murder us all I don't give a fuck if you rich or you poor Don't give a fuck if you got your picture in The Source or Forbes I don't give a fuck who won an award On stage tryin'na thank God, I'll chop they tongue off with a sword Let they blood pour all on the floor If it ain't a cordless, they getting punched in the jaw, and hung with the cord I'll leave your corpse stiff as a board Like frozen meat tryin'na thaw, then bury him under the morgue Getting in my way is like jumping in front of a car Breaking the sound barrier, that means the car is in front of the horn By the time you hear it blowing, it's too late to respond By the time you feel it hit you, I'm gone I'll send you to hell where you belong So by the time your body hits the floor, your spirit won't be in it no more Who could flow for four minutes or more Without breaks, without mistakes, without flaws Got millions of styles and I've mastered them all A metaphor matador fast enough to make the bull charge and crash in the wall (Canibus) Whoever grabs the mic after me will get booed Get everything in the club thrown at you and your crew I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it I'll snatch your crown with your head still attached to it I'll battle you for the respect, I'll battle you over a blank-check I'll battle you with a gun to my neck Ambushing emcees, jumping out the trees like Vietnamese In fatigues, covered with leaves Next year, you'll be walking around the ‘How Can I be Down? ' Conference With a laminate, that says ‘I got shitted on by Canibus' Turn your head around, give me the cheddar I'd rather be a lion for a day than a lamb who lives forever Fuck ya'll, you don't impress me and no one can test me An emcee so ill I got A.I.D.S. scared to catch me (Canibus) Yo, Yo, Yo Canibus is what the hardcore niggas is waiting on Debating on, what the fuck is taking so long Well I'm here now, verbal ass whippings ‘bout to get shared out Wack niggas bout to get aired out Faggot niggas get they ass teared out Grab a wise-man by his goatee, and rip his fucking beard out Cold beat a niggas ass like stout Then bust a shot in the motha fucking courtroom and watch it clear out A hundred-thousand mile warranty Metaphorically, I'll use a hundred thousand styles and murder you orally Took a lion on tour with me, made him respect authority Smacked him in the head for tryin'na roar at me Lyrics got my undivided loyalty And there ain't nothing on this God damn planet that's worth more to me In the name of Hip-Hop, niggas could corner me Torture me, slice me then stitch me up like embroidery Way back before gold-plated male and female R.C.A. jacks was used for crystal clear playback I was tryin'na blaze a D.A.T.S., and if a nigga said my demo was wack I'd beat his ass and took my tape back 'Yeah nigga' (smack) ‘what? Yeah nigga take that' Anybody get outta' line, get they face slapped Quick fast, the Can-I-Bus will bust your ass Then I bust you with a shotgun blast It's not fun so I don't laugh To me this rap shit is as serious as, the death of a loved one You know how I be feeling sad? That's how I feel when I grab the microphone, but niggas don't understand Canibus is unequivocally, the illest killing machine in the industry For the twentieth-century Trapped in a max security building Suffering from a severe illness called brilliance // They sent doctors in protective suits Pressurized helmets, plastic gloves, and boots Army recruits in small groups Tortured me for the truth If I resist, they got orders to shoot Put one in my brain with a trey - deuce Rapped me in cellophane and dumped my body in the trunk of a coupe Instead I find myself blindfolded And stripped naked Being interrogated by some highly professional agent He spoke bad English, but fluent Haitian One in the background was Jamaican He offered me a piece of plant but I wouldn't take it He shook me hand, and I could tell by the way he embraced it He was a Mason He said "You're only here for one reason mister Can-I-Bus You know too much"