Luyện nghe bài hát The C-quel

[Overlapped lines from songs in the
(OVERLAP 1)
"I'll battle you on the net, I'll you in the flesh
battle you over the phone you can call me collect"

"Verbally viscious, gifted,
Took a minute to exhibit that I'm sick it"

"Have you any what I'll do to crews like you
How many niggaz in my career ran through"

"At 1000 celsius I make Emcees melt,
Fuck my record label I courtesy of myself"

"Canibus is the to fight for mics,
beatin' niggaz to death and beatin' dead to life"

"While you niggaz is babblin' my lyrics is
like a to stab you in the abdomen"

"The intellectual athelete accurately so rapidly,
Yet he perfect sense mathematically"

"I the B-Lock withe the G-Lock, C-ocked,
get the DR-op on the C-ops"

"The Canibus is a with a mechanical mandible
comin' to damage you spittin' understandable at you"

"Rhymes richocet off the inner walls of my
and go past the faster than bullets come out of guns

"Whenever the head is from the human body
with a sharp enough the brain remains conscious for 10 seconds"

"What's the matter with ya'll, I'll ya'll,
against the muthafuckin' wall with these raw I catapault

"I'll hop into the seat of a cab and rhyme,
Till the says 9, 9, 9, 9!!!"

(Verse 1)
Yea, the C-Quel, the C-Quel, Yo!
I'm hardcore from the follicles in my pores
To single pore in my skull
Hard from my mouth to my
>From my jaws to my where my organs are stored
And my balls in my draws to the floor
I pray to God they hurry up and the third World War
So I can start World War 4 and us all
I don't give a fuck if you rich or you
Don't a fuck if you got ya' picture in the Source of Forbes
I don't give a fuck who won an
On stage tryna' thank God I'll ya' tongue off wit' a sword
Let blood pour all on the floor
If it ain't a cordless, you gettin' punched in the jaw and hung the cord
I'll leave ya' corpse as a board
Like frozen meat tryna' thaw bury you under the morge
in my way is like jumpin' in front of a car
Breakin' the sound barrier, that the car is in front of the horn
By the time you hear it blowin', it's too to respond
By the time you feel it hit chu, I'm
I'll send ya' to hell you belong
So by the ya' body hits the floor
Ya' spirit be in it no more
Who flow for 4 minutes or more
breaks, without mistakes, without flaws
I got of styles and I mastered'em all
A metaphor matador fast enough to make the bullcharge and in the wall

(OVERLAP 2)
"Whoever grabs the mic after me'll get
Get everything in the thrown at you and ya' crew"

"I'm the nigga alive, watch me prove it,
I'll snatch ya' crown with ya' still attached to it"

"I battle you the respect, I'll battle you over a blank
I'll battle you a gun to my neck"

"Ambushin' emcees, jumpin' out the like Vietnamese
in fatigues covered leaves"

"Next year, you'll be around the "How Can I Be Down"
conference a laminate, that said "I Got Shitted-On By Canibus""

"Turn ya' head round the cheddar,
I'd rather be a lion for a day a lamb who lives forever"

"Fuck ya'll, you don't impress me and no one can me,
an emcee so ill I got scared to catch me"

(Verse 2)
Canibus is what the hardcore niggas is on
Debatin' on what the is takin' so long
Well I'm here now, verbal ass bout to get shared out
Wack niggas bout to get out
Faggit niggas get ass teared out
a wise man by his goatee and rip his fuckin' beard out
Cold beat a niggas ass like
Then bust a in the muthafuckin' courtroom and watch it clear out
A thousand mile warranty
Metaphorically, I'll use a hundred thousand styles and you orally
I took a lion on tour wit' me, made him authority
Smacked him in the for trynna' roar at me
Lyrics got my undivided
And ain't nothin' on this God damn planet that's worth more to me
In the name of niggas could corner me
me, slice me then stitch me up like embroidery
Way back before male and female
RCA jacks was used for crystal playback
I was trynna' ADATS, and if a nigga said my demo was wack?
I'd beat his ass and my tape back
"Yea nigga" "What? Yeah nigga that"
Anybody get outta' line, get face slapped
fast, the Can-I-Bus'll buss yo' ass
Then I'll you wit' a shotgun blast
It's not fun so I laugh
To me rap shit is as serious as, the death of a loved one
You how you be feelin' sad
That's how I feel when I grab the microphone but niggas understand
is unequivocably the illest killin' machine in the industry
For the century
Trapped in a max building
Sufferin' from a severe illness brillance (echoes)