Luyện nghe bài hát The C-quel

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

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

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

"At 1000 degrees celsius I make melt,
Fuck my record label I appear of myself"

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

"While you niggaz is babblin' my is travelin'
like a javelin to you in the abdomen"

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

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

"The Canibus is a animal a mechanical mandible
comin' to you spittin' understandable slang at you"

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

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

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

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

(Verse 1)
Yea, the C-Quel, the C-Quel, Yo!
I'm hardcore the nappy follicles in my pores
To every single in my skull
Hard my mouth to my jaws
>From my jaws to my torso where my organs are
And from my balls in my to the floor
I pray to God they up and start the third World War
So I can World War 4 and murder us all
I don't give a fuck if you or you poor
give 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 chop ya' off wit' a sword
Let blood pour all on the floor
If it a cordless, you gettin' punched in the jaw and hung wit' the cord
I'll ya' corpse stiff as a board
frozen meat tryna' thaw then bury you under the morge
Gettin' in my way is like jumpin' in of a car
the sound barrier, that means the car is in front of the horn
By the time you hear it blowin', too late to respond
By the you feel it hit chu, I'm gone
I'll send ya' to where you belong
So by the ya' body hits the floor
Ya' won't be in it no more
Who could flow for 4 or more
Without breaks, without mistakes, flaws
I got millions of styles and I all
A metaphor matador fast enough to make the and crash in the wall

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

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

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

"Ambushin' emcees, jumpin' out the trees like
in fatigues with leaves"

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

"Turn ya' round gimmie the cheddar,
I'd rather be a lion for a day than a lamb who 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 niggas is waitin' on
Debatin' on what the fuck is so long
Well I'm here now, verbal ass bout to get shared out
Wack niggas bout to get out
niggas get they ass teared out
Grab a wise man by his goatee and rip his fuckin' out
Cold beat a ass like Stout
Then bust a shot in the muthafuckin' courtroom and watch it out
A thousand mile warranty
Metaphorically, I'll use a thousand styles and murder you orally
I took a lion on tour me, made him respect authority
Smacked him in the for trynna' roar at me
Lyrics got my undivided
And there nothin' on this God damn planet that's worth more to me
In the name of Hip-Hop could corner me
Torture me, me then stitch me up like embroidery
Way back before gold-plated and female
RCA jacks was used for crystal clear
I was trynna' blaze ADATS, and if a said my demo was wack?
I'd beat his ass and took my 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 bust you wit' a blast
It's not fun so I laugh
To me rap shit is as serious as, the death of a loved one
You know how you be sad
That's how I feel when I grab the microphone but niggas understand
Canibus is unequivocably the killin' machine in the industry
For the 20th
Trapped in a max building
from a severe illness called brillance (echoes)