Luyện nghe bài hát The C-quel

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

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

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

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

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

"While you is babblin' my lyrics is travelin'
a javelin to stab you in the abdomen"

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

"I walk the B-Lock 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' slang 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 severed the human body
with a sharp enough weapon the brain remains for 10 seconds"

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

"I'll hop the back seat of a cab and rhyme,
the meter says 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 pore in my
Hard from my mouth to my
>From my jaws to my torso my organs are stored
And from my 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 fuck if you rich or you
Don't give a fuck if you got ya' in the Source of Forbes
I don't give a who won an award
On stage tryna' God I'll chop ya' tongue off wit' a sword
Let blood pour all on the floor
If it ain't a cordless, you gettin' in the jaw and hung wit' the cord
I'll ya' corpse stiff as a board
Like frozen meat tryna' thaw then you under the morge
Gettin' in my way is jumpin' in front of a car
Breakin' the barrier, that means the car is in front of the horn
By the time you hear it blowin', it's too late to
By the time you feel it hit chu, I'm
send ya' to hell 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
breaks, without mistakes, without flaws
I got millions of styles and I all
A metaphor matador enough to make the bullcharge and crash in the wall

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

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

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

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

"Next year, you'll be around the "How Can I Be Down"
conference with a laminate, 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 impress me and no one can test me,
an emcee so ill I got AIDS to catch me"

(Verse 2)
Canibus is what the hardcore is waitin' on
Debatin' on the fuck is takin' so long
Well I'm here now, ass whippins bout to get shared out
niggas bout to get aired out
Faggit niggas get they ass out
Grab a man by his goatee and rip his fuckin' beard out
Cold beat a ass like Stout
Then a shot in the muthafuckin' courtroom and watch it clear out
A hundred thousand warranty
Metaphorically, I'll use a hundred thousand and murder you orally
I a lion on tour wit' me, made him respect authority
Smacked him in the head for roar at me
Lyrics got my undivided
And there ain't nothin' on this God damn planet worth more to me
In the of Hip-Hop niggas could corner me
Torture me, slice me then stitch me up embroidery
Way back before gold-plated and female
RCA was used for crystal clear playback
I was trynna' blaze ADATS, and if a nigga my demo was wack?
I'd beat his ass and took my tape
"Yea nigga" "What? Yeah take that"
Anybody get outta' line, get they slapped
Quick fast, the Can-I-Bus'll yo' ass
Then I'll bust you a shotgun blast
not fun so I don't 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 when I grab the microphone but niggas don't understand
Canibus is unequivocably the illest machine in the industry
For the 20th
Trapped in a max building
Sufferin' from a illness called brillance (echoes)