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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 me, would be impossible
I just think highly motherfucking improbable
You to a nigga, niggas split molecules
To subatomic particles, enough to stop a bull
Bodies slam, to oxygen, drop a
Urinating rocket fuel, freestylin over tunes
Rhymes by the thousands, rhymes for
I could kick a longer than your whole album
Kickboxer, the shit out niggas proper
I 'em till they holler, beat 'em til the cops come
Beatin niggas til they have seizures, beat 'em til they screamin
Like fax machines when they receivin
Beat 'em til my own hands bleedin
Beat 'em til they lungs stop breathing and they stop beatin
12 am to 12 pm in the evening
With three 15 minute in between 'em
Good jesus, a really stingy beatin
That's what you get for fuckin with lyrical demon
been, contaminated for eons
I got out of heaven for treason
Got cast out of the garden of for lettin the reptillian beast in
Got up for a dui and speedin
A whole legion of half decent emcees get released
They a hundred bars 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 hercules shit, I cold
And start to trees til they leafless
Inhale with two real deep breaths, hold my
Til the whole planet suffocates and then it [release it]

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Yo, you as cold 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 rollin rough, the soldiers rush
Either you roll wit us, or get to dust [ashes to ashes and dust to

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Yo, yo, now for the last couple of months, things been quiet
I ain't heard shit worth buyin
I'm bout to show you niggas how I'm
The drive from my lyrics and my lyrics come from my inner spirit
Five the, faster than 12 cylinder engines with nitrogen in 'em
Faster f-1 with light pistons
Fast enough to your brain an aneurysm
'cause you is slower than fat bitches with tabalism
The way I rip apart the when I be spittin
The name canibus might as be cannibalism
Show me a man can't feel him
I'll show you a man grab him by the neck
And put his head to the fan on the
Suffer bad from television shit
Drop him off the roof of a and let the news film him
I hop in front of the cameras and tell 'em how I'm
I tell 'em how I feel hip hop, should deal wit it
'em how I'm tired of the state rappers in
Ninety percent of the shit that rappers is subject matter less
Not original, but blasphemous, just a of the same characters
Shootin the videos, it's embarassing
You's in the same as the ? havel head?
You's are the same actors and actresses, same different laxative
Face it nigga you wack as I'm snatchin your mic
I make you run for life, children in the daylight
That track you at night, my global is satellite
Got a blaster to test your body's fahrenheit
Wherever you go, I track you 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, corns on your
Til teeth develop hollow coses
But you been so long without deodorant you don't even notice it

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