Luyện nghe bài hát The C-quel

[Overlapped lines songs in the past]
(OVERLAP 1)
"I'll battle you on the net, I'll battle you in the
battle you over 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 I've ran through"

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

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

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

"The intellectual accurately rappin' so rapidly,
Yet he makes sense 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 understandable slang at you"

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

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

"What's the matter with ya'll, spatter ya'll,
the muthafuckin' 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 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 organs are
And from my balls in my to the floor
I pray to God they hurry up and start the World War
So I can World War 4 and murder us all
I don't give a fuck if you or you poor
Don't give a fuck if you got ya' picture in the Source of
I don't give a fuck who won an
On stage tryna' thank God I'll chop ya' off wit' a sword
Let they blood pour all on the
If it ain't a cordless, you punched in the jaw and hung 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 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 to respond
By the time you feel it hit chu, I'm
send ya' to hell where you belong
So by the ya' body hits the floor
Ya' spirit be in it no more
Who could flow for 4 or more
breaks, without mistakes, without flaws
I got of styles and I mastered'em all
A metaphor matador fast enough to 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 alive, watch me prove it,
I'll snatch ya' crown with ya' still attached to it"

"I battle you the respect, I'll battle you over a 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 walkin' the "How Can I Be Down"
conference a laminate, that said "I Got Shitted-On By Canibus""

"Turn ya' round gimmie the cheddar,
I'd be a lion for a day than a lamb who lives forever"

"Fuck ya'll, you don't me and no one can test me,
an emcee so ill I got AIDS 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 bout to get aired out
Faggit niggas get ass teared out
Grab a wise man by his goatee and rip his fuckin' out
Cold a niggas ass like Stout
Then a shot in the muthafuckin' courtroom and watch it clear out
A hundred mile warranty
Metaphorically, I'll use a hundred thousand styles and you orally
I a lion on tour wit' me, made him respect authority
Smacked him in the for trynna' roar at me
Lyrics got my undivided
And there ain't nothin' on this God damn planet that's more to me
In the of Hip-Hop niggas could corner me
me, slice me then stitch me up like embroidery
Way before gold-plated male 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? nigga take that"
Anybody get line, get they face slapped
fast, the Can-I-Bus'll buss yo' ass
Then I'll bust you wit' a 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 when I grab the microphone but niggas don't understand
Canibus is unequivocably the illest killin' in the industry
For the century
Trapped in a max security
from a severe illness called brillance (echoes)