Luyện nghe bài hát The C-quel

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

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

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

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

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

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

"The intellectual athelete 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 animal with a mechanical
comin' to damage you spittin' slang at you"

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

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

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

"I'll hop into the 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 from the follicles in my pores
To every single pore in my
Hard from my mouth to my
>From my jaws to my torso where my organs are
And from my balls in my to the floor
I to God they hurry up and start the third World War
So I can start World War 4 and 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 give a fuck 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' punched in the jaw and wit' the cord
leave ya' corpse stiff as a board
Like frozen meat tryna' thaw then bury you under the
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 time you hear it blowin', it's too to respond
By the you feel it hit chu, I'm gone
send ya' to hell where you belong
So by the time ya' body the floor
Ya' spirit won't be in it no
Who could flow for 4 minutes or
Without breaks, mistakes, without flaws
I got millions of and I mastered'em 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 club at you and ya' crew"

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

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

"Ambushin' emcees, out the trees like Vietnamese
in covered 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 round the cheddar,
I'd rather be a lion for a day a lamb who lives forever"

"Fuck ya'll, you don't me and no one can test me,
an so ill I got AIDS 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 now, verbal ass whippins bout to get shared out
Wack niggas bout to get out
niggas get they ass teared out
Grab a wise man by his goatee and rip his fuckin' out
beat a niggas ass like Stout
Then bust a shot in the muthafuckin' courtroom and watch it out
A hundred thousand warranty
Metaphorically, I'll use a hundred thousand and murder you orally
I took a lion on tour wit' me, made him respect
Smacked him in the head for trynna' at me
Lyrics got my undivided
And there ain't nothin' on this God planet that's worth more to me
In the of Hip-Hop niggas could corner me
Torture me, me then stitch me up like embroidery
Way before gold-plated male and female
RCA jacks was used for crystal playback
I was trynna' blaze ADATS, and if a nigga said my demo was
I'd his ass and took my tape back
"Yea nigga" "What? nigga take that"
Anybody get line, get they face slapped
Quick fast, the buss yo' ass
I'll bust 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 know how you be sad
That's how I feel when I grab the microphone but don't understand
Canibus is unequivocably the illest machine in the industry
For the century
in a max security building
Sufferin' from a illness called brillance (echoes)