Luyện nghe bài hát The C-quel

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

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

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

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

"Canibus is the type to for mics,
beatin' niggaz to 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 rappin' so rapidly,
Yet he makes sense mathematically"

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

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

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

"Whenever the is severed from 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' wall with these raw lyrics I

"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 from the nappy follicles in my pores
To every single in my skull
Hard my mouth to my jaws
>From my to my torso where my organs are stored
And from my balls in my draws to the
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
give a fuck if you got ya' picture in the Source of Forbes
I don't give a who won an award
On stage tryna' thank God chop ya' tongue off wit' a sword
Let they blood all on the floor
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 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 you hear it blowin', it's too late to respond
By the time you feel it hit chu, I'm
I'll send ya' to where you belong
So by the time ya' hits the floor
Ya' spirit won't be in it no
Who could for 4 minutes 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 me'll get booed
Get in the club thrown at you and ya' crew"

"I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me it,
I'll snatch ya' crown with ya' head 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, jumpin' out the trees like
in fatigues with 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 gimmie the cheddar,
I'd rather be a lion for a day than a lamb who forever"

"Fuck ya'll, you don't 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 is takin' so long
Well I'm here now, ass whippins bout to get shared out
Wack niggas to get aired out
Faggit niggas get ass teared out
Grab a wise man by his goatee and rip his fuckin' out
Cold beat a niggas ass Stout
Then bust a in the muthafuckin' courtroom and watch it clear out
A hundred thousand warranty
Metaphorically, I'll use a thousand styles and murder you orally
I took a lion on tour wit' me, him respect authority
him in the head for trynna' roar at me
Lyrics got my loyalty
And there ain't on this God damn planet that's worth more to me
In the name of Hip-Hop niggas could me
Torture me, slice me stitch me up like embroidery
Way back before gold-plated male and
RCA jacks was for crystal clear playback
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 nigga that"
Anybody get outta' line, get face slapped
fast, the Can-I-Bus'll 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 serious as, the 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' machine in the
For the century
Trapped in a max security
Sufferin' from a severe illness brillance (echoes)