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Yo, yo, yo, now you see that big ass c, you know I'm comin through
And when you know I'm comin through, you know what do
I sent to battlin me, would be impossible
I just think it's highly improbable
You talkin to a nigga, split molecules
To subatomic particles, strong to stop a bull
Bodies slam, to oxygen, a mule
Urinating rocket fuel, over gospel tunes
Rhymes by the thousands, for hours
I could kick a longer than your whole album
Kickboxer, the shit out niggas proper
I beat 'em till they holler, 'em til the cops come
Beatin niggas til they have seizures, beat 'em til they start
fax machines when they start receivin
Beat 'em til my own hands start
Beat 'em til lungs stop breathing and they heart stop beatin
12 am to 12 pm in the evening
With three 15 minute in between 'em
Good jesus, that's a really beatin
That's you get for fuckin with this lyrical demon
Bloodstream's been, for eons
I got cast out of heaven for
Got out of the garden of eden for lettin the reptillian beast in
Got locked up for a dui and
A legion of half decent emcees get released when
They spit a bars for they freedom
See I'm much too to compete wit
Too nice to flow over wit, too nice to hold a m I c wit
Off some diesel hercules shit, I flip
And start to trees til they leafless
Inhale two real deep breaths, hold my breath
Til the whole planet and then release it [release it]

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

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Yo, yo, now for the last couple of months, things been real
'cause I ain't heard shit buyin
I'm to show you niggas how I'm driven
The comes 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 an aneurysm
'cause you niggas is slower than fat bitches with
The way I rip apart the when I be spittin
The name canibus might as be cannibalism
me a man that can't feel him
I'll show you a man that'll grab him by the
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 news him
I hop in front of the and tell 'em how I'm feelin
I tell 'em how I feel hip hop, should deal wit it
Tell 'em how I'm tired of the state in
percent of the shit that rappers give is subject matter less
Not original, but blasphemous, just a of the same characters
Shootin the same videos, embarassing
You's in the formal as the ? havel head?
You's are the actors and actresses, same shit different laxative
Face it nigga you wack as shit I'm snatchin mic
I make you run for life, children in the daylight
track you at night, my global position is satellite
Got a infrared to test your body's fahrenheit
you go, I track you through hail, sleet, or snow
I track you til you're seizure grows into a
you plaid 'em into cornrows
Track you til shoe soles develop holes
And you get, on your toes
Til teeth develop hollow coses
But you been goin so long without deodorant you even notice it

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