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 over the phone you can me collect"

"Verbally viscious, gifted,
Took a minute to exhibit that I'm 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 I appear courtesy of myself"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'll hop into the back 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 from the nappy follicles in my
To every single pore in my
from my mouth to my jaws
>From my to my torso where my organs are stored
And from my in my draws 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 rich or you
Don't give a if you got ya' picture in the Source of Forbes
I give a fuck who won an award
On stage tryna' thank God I'll ya' tongue off wit' a sword
Let they blood 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 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', it's too late to
By the you feel it hit chu, I'm gone
I'll send ya' to hell where you
So by the ya' body hits the floor
Ya' spirit be in it no more
Who could flow for 4 or more
Without breaks, without mistakes, flaws
I got of styles and I mastered'em all
A metaphor matador fast enough to make the 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' with ya' head 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, jumpin' out the trees like
in fatigues covered leaves"

"Next year, you'll be walkin' the "How Can I Be Down"
conference with a laminate, that "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 hardcore 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 niggas get they ass out
Grab a wise man by his goatee and rip his fuckin' out
Cold a niggas ass like Stout
Then bust a shot in the muthafuckin' courtroom and watch it out
A hundred thousand mile
Metaphorically, I'll use a hundred styles and murder you orally
I took a lion on tour wit' me, made him respect
him in the head for trynna' roar at me
Lyrics got my undivided
And there ain't nothin' on this God damn planet worth more to me
In the name of niggas could corner me
Torture me, slice me then stitch me up embroidery
Way before gold-plated male and female
RCA jacks was 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
fast, the Can-I-Bus'll buss yo' ass
Then bust 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 know how you be sad
how I feel when I grab the microphone but niggas don't understand
Canibus is the illest killin' machine in the industry
For the century
Trapped in a max building
Sufferin' from a severe illness brillance (echoes)