Luyện nghe bài hát The C-quel

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

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

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

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

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

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

"The intellectual accurately rappin' so rapidly,
Yet he makes perfect mathematically"

"I walk the withe the G-Lock, C-ocked,
get the DR-op 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 walls of my
and go past the tongue faster bullets come out of guns

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

"What's the matter ya'll, I'll spatter ya'll,
against the muthafuckin' wall with 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 single pore in my skull
Hard my mouth to my jaws
>From my jaws to my torso where my are stored
And from my balls in my to the floor
I pray to God they hurry up and the third World War
So I can start 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 don't give a who won an award
On stage tryna' thank God chop ya' tongue off wit' a sword
Let blood pour all on the floor
If it ain't a cordless, you punched in the jaw and hung wit' the cord
I'll ya' corpse stiff as a board
Like frozen tryna' thaw then bury you under the morge
Gettin' in my way is jumpin' in front of a car
Breakin' the sound barrier, that means the car is in front of the
By the you hear it blowin', it's too late to respond
By the time you it hit chu, I'm gone
I'll send ya' to where you belong
So by the time ya' body hits the
Ya' spirit be in it no more
Who flow for 4 minutes or more
breaks, without 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 grabs the mic me'll get booed
Get in the club thrown at you and ya' crew"

"I'm the illest nigga alive, me prove it,
I'll ya' crown 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 Vietnamese
in covered with leaves"

"Next year, be walkin' around the "How Can I Be Down"
conference with a laminate, that said "I Got By Canibus""

"Turn ya' head round the cheddar,
I'd be a lion for a day than a lamb who lives 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)
is what the hardcore niggas is waitin' on
Debatin' on what the fuck is takin' so
Well I'm here now, ass whippins bout to get shared out
Wack niggas bout to get out
Faggit get they ass teared out
Grab a wise man by his goatee and rip his beard out
beat a niggas ass like Stout
Then a shot 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 me, made him respect authority
Smacked him in the head for trynna' at me
Lyrics got my loyalty
And ain't nothin' on this God damn 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 back gold-plated male and female
RCA jacks was used for crystal clear
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 nigga that"
get outta' line, get they face slapped
Quick fast, the buss yo' ass
Then I'll bust you a shotgun blast
It's not fun so I laugh
To me rap shit is as serious as, the death of a loved one
You know how you be sad
That's how I feel when I grab the microphone but niggas understand
Canibus is unequivocably the illest killin' in the industry
For the century
Trapped in a max building
Sufferin' from a severe illness brillance (echoes)