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Yo, yo, yo, now when you see that big ass c, you I'm comin through
And when you know I'm comin through, you what i'ma do
I never sent to battlin me, be impossible
I just think it's highly motherfucking
You talkin to a nigga, split molecules
To subatomic particles, enough to stop a bull
slam, to oxygen, drop a mule
Urinating fuel, freestylin over gospel tunes
by the thousands, rhymes for hours
I could kick a rhyme longer your whole album
Kickboxer, beatin the out niggas proper
I beat 'em till they holler, 'em til the cops come
Beatin niggas til they have seizures, beat 'em til start screamin
Like fax machines they start receivin
Beat 'em til my own start bleedin
Beat 'em til they stop breathing and they heart stop beatin
>from 12 am to 12 pm in the
With three 15 breaks in between 'em
Good jesus, that's a stingy beatin
That's what you get for fuckin with this demon
been, contaminated for eons
I got out of heaven for treason
Got cast out of the garden of eden for lettin the beast in
Got locked up for a dui and
A whole legion of decent emcees get released when
They spit a hundred for they freedom
See I'm too nice to compete wit
Too nice to flow over beats wit, too nice to a m I c wit
Off some diesel shit, I cold flip
And start to trees til they leafless
Inhale two real deep breaths, hold my breath
Til the whole suffocates and then release it [release it]

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Yo, you ain't as as us
Or as as us
When you get to the wolves, you get thrown to us
[when we in the warzone, we got the wit us]
'cause we rough, when the soldiers rush
you roll wit us, or get blown to dust [ashes to ashes and dust to

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Yo, yo, now for the couple of months, things been real quiet
I ain't heard shit worth buyin
I'm bout to show you how I'm driven
The drive from my lyrics and my lyrics come from my inner spirit
Five bringin the, faster 12 cylinder engines with nitrogen in 'em
Faster than f-1 light pistons
Fast enough to give your brain an
'cause you is slower than fat bitches with tabalism
The way I rip the competition when I be spittin
The name canibus as well be cannibalism
Show me a man that can't him
I'll you a man that'll grab him by the neck
And put his to the fan on the ceiling
Suffer real bad from shit
Drop him off the roof of a building 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, deal wit it
Tell 'em how I'm of the state rappers in
Ninety percent of the shit that rappers give is matter less
Not original, but blasphemous, just a bunch of the same
the same videos, it's embarassing
You's in the same formal as the ? head?
You's are the same actors and actresses, same shit different
Face it nigga you wack as I'm snatchin your mic
I you run for your life, children in the daylight
track you at night, my global position is satellite
Got a infrared to test your body's fahrenheit
Wherever you go, I you through hail, sleet, or snow
I track you til you're seizure into a afro
you plaid 'em into cornrows
Track you til your shoe soles develop
And you get, on your toes
Til your teeth develop coses
But you been goin so long without deodorant you don't notice it

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