Luyện nghe bài hát The C-quel

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

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

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

"At 1000 degrees celsius I Emcees melt,
Fuck my label I appear courtesy of myself"

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

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

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

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

"The Canibus is a animal with a mandible
comin' to damage you 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 body
with a sharp enough weapon the brain conscious for 10 seconds"

"What's the matter ya'll, I'll spatter ya'll,
against the muthafuckin' wall these raw lyrics 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 pore in my skull
Hard my mouth to my jaws
>From my jaws to my torso where my are stored
And from my in my draws to the floor
I pray to God they hurry up and start the World War
So I can start World War 4 and us all
I give a fuck if you rich or you poor
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 chop ya' tongue off a sword
Let they blood pour all on the
If it a cordless, you gettin' punched in the jaw and hung wit' the cord
leave ya' corpse stiff as a board
Like frozen meat tryna' thaw then bury you the morge
Gettin' in my way is 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 you feel it hit chu, I'm gone
I'll send ya' to hell where you
So by the time ya' body hits the
Ya' spirit won't be in it no
Who flow for 4 minutes or more
Without breaks, without mistakes, without
I got millions of and I mastered'em all
A matador fast 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, watch me it,
I'll ya' crown with ya' head still attached to it"

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

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

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

(Verse 2)
Canibus is the hardcore niggas is waitin' on
Debatin' on the fuck is takin' so long
Well I'm here now, verbal ass whippins to get shared out
Wack niggas bout to get out
Faggit get they ass teared out
a wise man by his goatee and rip his fuckin' beard out
Cold a niggas ass like Stout
Then bust a in the muthafuckin' courtroom and watch it clear out
A thousand mile warranty
Metaphorically, I'll use a thousand styles and murder you orally
I took a lion on tour wit' me, 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 that's worth more to me
In the name of Hip-Hop niggas could me
Torture me, slice me then stitch me up embroidery
Way back before gold-plated and female
RCA jacks was used for crystal clear
I was trynna' blaze ADATS, and if a nigga said my demo was
I'd beat his ass and took my tape
"Yea nigga" "What? Yeah take that"
Anybody get outta' line, get they face
fast, the Can-I-Bus'll buss yo' ass
Then I'll you wit' a shotgun blast
It's not fun so I don't
To me this rap is as serious 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 killin' in the industry
For the 20th
Trapped in a max security
Sufferin' from a severe illness called (echoes)