Luyện nghe bài hát The C-quel

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(OVERLAP 1)
"I'll battle you on the net, battle you in the flesh
I'll battle you the phone you can call me collect"

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

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

"At 1000 degrees I make Emcees melt,
my record label I appear courtesy of myself"

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

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

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

"I walk the withe the G-Lock, C-ocked,
trynna' get the on the C-ops"

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

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

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

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

"I'll hop into the back 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 from the follicles in my pores
To every single in my skull
Hard from my mouth to my
>From my to my torso 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 War 4 and murder us all
I don't give a if you rich or you poor
Don't give a fuck if you got ya' in the Source of Forbes
I don't a fuck who won an award
On stage thank God I'll chop ya' tongue off wit' a sword
Let they blood pour all on the
If it ain't a cordless, you 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
Breakin' the 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 time ya' hits the floor
Ya' won't be in it no more
Who could for 4 minutes or more
Without breaks, without mistakes, without
I got millions of styles and I all
A metaphor matador fast to make the bullcharge and crash in the wall

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck ya'll, you impress me and no one can test 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 fuck is takin' so
Well I'm here now, ass whippins bout to get shared out
Wack niggas bout to get out
Faggit get they ass teared out
Grab a wise man by his goatee and rip his fuckin' out
Cold beat a niggas ass like
bust a shot 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 head for trynna' at me
Lyrics got my loyalty
And there nothin' on this God damn planet that's worth more to me
In the name of Hip-Hop niggas corner me
Torture me, slice me then stitch me up embroidery
Way back before gold-plated male and
RCA jacks was for crystal clear playback
I was trynna' ADATS, and if a nigga said my demo was wack?
I'd his ass and took my tape back
"Yea nigga" "What? Yeah take that"
Anybody get outta' line, get they face
Quick fast, the buss yo' ass
Then I'll you wit' a shotgun blast
It's not fun so I laugh
To me this rap shit is as as, the death of a loved one
You how you be feelin' sad
That's how I feel when I grab the but niggas don't understand
is unequivocably the illest killin' machine in the industry
For the 20th
Trapped in a max building
Sufferin' from a severe called brillance (echoes)