Yo, yo, yo Now you see that big ass 'C', you know I'm comin' through And when you I'm comin' through, you know what I'ma do I never said that me would be impossible I think it's highly motherfuckin' improbable You to a nigga that can split molecules Subatomic particles, strong to stop a bull Body-slam two oxes and drop a Urinatin' fuel, freestylin' over Gospel tunes
by the thousands, rhymes for hours I could kick a rhyme longer than your album The kickboxer, beatin' the out niggaz proper I 'em till they holla, beat 'em till the cops come Beatin' niggaz till they have seizures, beat 'em they start screamin' Like fax machines when they receivin' Beat 'em my own hands start bleedin' Beat 'em till they lungs stop breathin' and they heart stop
12 a.m. to 12 p.m. in the evenin' With three 15 breaks in between 'em Good Jesus, a real West Indian beatin' That's you get for fuckin' with this lyrical demon My bloodstream's been for eons I got out of heaven for treason Got out of the Garden of Eden For lettin' the beast in Got locked up for a DUI and
A legion of half-decent emcees'll get released when They spit a hundred for they freedom See I'm much too nice to with Too nice to flow beats with, too nice to hold a M I C with Off some Hercules shit, I cold flip And start to punch trees till leafless Inhale with two real deep breaths, my breath Till the planet suffocates and then release it (Release it)
Yo, you as cold as us or as bold as us When you get to the wolves, you get thrown to us 'Cuz we rollin' rough when the rush Either you roll us or get blown to dust
Yo, you ain't as as us or as bold as us When we in the war zone we got the with us 'Cuz we rollin' rough when the rush you roll with us or get blown to dust (Ashes to and dust to dust)
Yo, yo Now for the last couple of things been real quiet 'Cuz I ain't heard worth buyin' I'm to show you niggaz how I'm driven The drive comes from my And my lyrics from my inner spirit Vibratin' and spinnin', than 12-cylinder engines With in 'em, faster than F-1 McLaren pistons Fast enough to your brain an aneurysm 'Cuz you niggaz is slower than fat metabolism
The way I rip apart the competition when I be The Canibus might as well be Cannibalism Show me a man can't feel him show you a man that'll grab him by the neck And put his to the fan on the ceilin' real, 'Banned from television' shit Drop him off the roof of a buildin' and let the film him I hop in front of the cameras and tell 'em how I'm I tell 'em how I feel that hip hop, should deal it
'em how I'm tired of the state rappers in Ninety percent of the shit that rappers kick is subject Not original, but blasphemous, just a bunch of the characters Shootin' the same videos, it's Usin' the formulas to have a hit Usin' the actors and actresses, same shit different laxative Face it, nigga, you wack as shit, I'm your mic I you run for your life, chill durin' the daylight
Then track you at night, my position is satellite Got a infrared lens to test your Fahrenheit you go, I track you through hail, sleet, or snow I track you till you're grows into a afro Until you plant 'em into Track you till your shoe soles holes And you get corns on your Till your teeth develop But you been goin' so long deodorant You don't even notice,
Yo, you ain't as as us or as bold as us you get thrown to the wolves, you get thrown to us 'Cuz we rough when the soldiers rush Either you roll with us or get blown to
Yo, you as cold as us or as bold as us When we in the we got the chrome with us 'Cuz we rough when the soldiers rush Either you roll us or get blown to dust (Ashes to and dust to dust)
You ain't as cold as us or as as us When you get to the wolves, you get thrown to us 'Cuz we rollin' rough when the soldiers Either you with us or get blown to dust
Yo, you as cold as us or as bold as us When we in the war-zone we got the chrome us 'Cuz we rollin' rough the soldiers rush Either you roll with us or get blown to (Ashes to ashes and to dust)