Canibus - The C-Quel | Текст песни

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• Canibus
• The C-Quel

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

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

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

\"At 1000 degrees celsius I make Emcees melt
Fuck my record label I appear courtesy of myself\"

\"Canibus is the type to fight for mics
Beatin' niggas to death and beatin' dead niggas to life\"

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

\"The intellectual athelete accurately rappin' so rapidly
Yet he makes perfect sense mathematically\"

\"I walk the B-Lock withe the G-Lock, C-ocked
Trynna' get the DR-op on the C-ops\"

\"The Canibus is a animal with a mechanical mandible
Comin' to damage you spittin' understandable slang at you\"

\"Rhymes richocet off the inner walls of my lungs
And go past the tongue faster than bullets come out of guns

\"Whenever the head is severed from the human body
With a sharp enough weapon the brain remains conscious for 10 seconds\"

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

\"I'll hop into the back seat of a cab and rhyme
Till the meter says 9, 9, 9, 9!!!\"

(Verse 1)
Yea, it's the C-Quel, the C-Quel, Yo!
I'm hardcore from the nappy follicles in my pores
To every single pore in my skull
Hard from my mouth to my jaws
]From my jaws to my torso where my organs are stored
And from my balls in my draws to the floor
I pray to God they hurry up and start the third World War
So I can start World War 4 and murder us all
I don't give a fuck if you rich or you poor
Don't give a fuck if you got ya' picture in the Source of Forbes
I don't give a fuck who won an award
On stage tryna' thank God I'll chop ya' tongue off wit' a sword
Let they blood pour all on the floor
If it ain't a cordless, you gettin' punched in the jaw and hung wit' the cord
I'll leave ya' corpse stiff as a board
Like frozen meat tryna' thaw then bury you under the morge
Gettin' in my way is like jumpin' in front of a car
Breakin' the sound barrier, that means the car is in front of the horn
By the time you hear it blowin', it's too late to respond
By the time you feel it hit chu, I'm gone
I'll send ya' to hell where you belong
So by the time ya' body hits the floor
Ya' spirit won't be in it no more
Who could flow for 4 minutes or more
Without breaks, without mistakes, without flaws
I got millions of styles and I mastered'em all
A metaphor matador fast enough to make the bullcharge and crash in the wall

(OVERLAP 2)
\"Whoever grabs the mic after me'll get booed
Get everything in the club thrown at you and ya' crew\"

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

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

\"Ambushin' emcees, jumpin' out the trees like Vietnamese
In fatigues covered with leaves\"

\"Next year, you'll be walkin' around the \"How Can I Be Down\"
Conference with a laminate, that said \"I Got Shitted-On By Canibus\"\"

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

\"Fuck ya'