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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 i'ma do
I never to battlin me, would be impossible
I just think highly motherfucking improbable
You talkin to a nigga, niggas split
To subatomic particles, strong enough to stop a
Bodies slam, to oxygen, a mule
Urinating fuel, freestylin over gospel tunes
Rhymes by the thousands, for hours
I kick a rhyme longer than your whole album
Kickboxer, the shit out niggas proper
I beat 'em till they holler, beat 'em til the come
Beatin niggas til have seizures, beat 'em til they start screamin
fax machines when they start receivin
Beat 'em til my own hands start
Beat 'em til they lungs stop breathing and they heart stop
12 am to 12 pm in the evening
With 15 minute breaks in between 'em
Good jesus, that's a stingy beatin
what you get for fuckin with this lyrical demon
Bloodstream's been, for eons
I got out of heaven for treason
Got cast out of the garden of eden for lettin the beast in
Got up for a dui and speedin
A whole legion of half emcees get released when
They spit a hundred bars for 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 hercules shit, I cold 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
When you get thrown to the wolves, you get to us
we in the warzone, we got the chrome wit us]
'cause we rollin rough, when the soldiers
Either you roll wit us, or get blown to [ashes to ashes and dust to

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Yo, yo, now for the last couple of months, things been real
'cause I heard shit worth buyin
I'm bout to show you niggas how I'm
The drive comes from my and my lyrics come from my inner spirit
Five bringin the, faster than 12 cylinder engines with in 'em
Faster than f-1 with pistons
Fast enough to give your an aneurysm
'cause you is slower than fat bitches with tabalism
The way I rip apart the competition I be spittin
The name canibus 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 head to the fan on the
real bad from television shit
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 feel that hip hop, should wit it
Tell 'em how I'm of the state rappers in
Ninety percent of the that rappers give is subject matter less
Not original, but blasphemous, just a of the same characters
Shootin the same videos, it's
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 your mic
I make you run for life, children in the daylight
That track you at night, my global 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 a afro
Until you 'em into cornrows
Track you til your shoe soles holes
And you get, corns on toes
Til your teeth hollow coses
But you been goin so long without deodorant you don't notice it

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