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Yo, yo, yo, now when you see that big ass c, you know I'm through
And when you know I'm comin through, you know what do
I never sent to battlin me, be impossible
I just think it's highly improbable
You talkin to a nigga, niggas split
To subatomic particles, enough to stop a bull
slam, to oxygen, drop a mule
Urinating rocket fuel, freestylin gospel tunes
Rhymes by the thousands, rhymes for
I could kick a longer than your whole album
Kickboxer, beatin the out niggas proper
I beat 'em till they holler, beat 'em til the cops
Beatin til they have seizures, beat 'em til they start screamin
Like fax machines when they receivin
Beat 'em til my own start bleedin
Beat 'em til they lungs stop breathing and they heart beatin
>from 12 am to 12 pm in the
With three 15 minute in between 'em
Good jesus, a really stingy beatin
That's you get for fuckin with this lyrical demon
been, contaminated for eons
I got cast out of heaven for
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 to flow over beats wit, too nice to hold a m I c wit
Off some diesel hercules shit, I flip
And start to punch til they leafless
Inhale two real deep breaths, hold my breath
Til the whole planet suffocates and release it [release it]

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

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Yo, yo, now for the last couple of months, things real quiet
I ain't heard shit worth buyin
I'm bout to show you niggas how I'm
The drive comes from my lyrics and my lyrics 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 niggas is than fat bitches with tabalism
The way I rip apart the competition I be spittin
The name canibus as well be cannibalism
me a man that 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 real bad from television
Drop him off the roof of a building and let the film him
I hop in of the cameras and tell 'em how I'm feelin
I tell 'em how I that hip hop, should deal wit it
'em how I'm tired of the state rappers in
Ninety percent of the shit that rappers give is subject less
Not original, but blasphemous, just a of the same characters
Shootin the videos, it's embarassing
You's in the formal 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 your life, in the daylight
That track you at night, my position is satellite
Got a infrared blaster to your body's fahrenheit
Wherever you go, I you through hail, sleet, or snow
I track you til you're seizure grows a afro
you plaid 'em into cornrows
Track you til your shoe soles holes
And you get, corns on your
Til your teeth develop hollow
But you been goin so long deodorant you don't even notice it

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