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The C-Quel
Canibus
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-- Synced by NoMan --
* Various Canibus samples *
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 IV 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 or Forbes
I don't give a fuck who won an award
On stage tryna' thank God I'll chop they tongue off with a sword
Let they blood pour all on the floor
If it ain't a cordless, they gettin' punched in the jaw and hung wit' the cord
I'll leave they corpse stiff as a board
Like frozen meat tryna' thaw then bury em under the morgue
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 you, 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 bull charge and crash in the wall
* Various Canibus samples *
An emcee so ill I got AIDS scared to catch me"
Canibus is what the hardcore niggas is waitin' on
Debatin' on, what the fuck is takin' so long
Well I'm here now, verbal ass whippin's bout to get shared out
Wack niggas bout to get aired out
Faggot niggas get they ass teared out
Grab a wise man by his goatee and rip his fuckin' beard out
Cold beat a nigga's ass like Stout
Then bust a shot in the muthafuckin' courtroom and watch it clear out
A hundred thousand mile warranty, metaphorically
I'll use a hundred thousand styles and murder you orally
I took a lion on tour wit' me, made him respect authority
Smacked him in the head for tryna' roar at me
Lyrics got my undivided loyalty
And there ain't nothin' on this God damn planet that's worth more to me
In the name of Hip-Hop niggas could corner me, torture me
Slice me then stitch me up like embroidery
Way back before gold-plated male and female
RCA jacks was used for crystal clear playback
I was tryna' blaze ADATS, and if a nigga said my demo was wack?
I'd beat his ass and took my tape back
"Yeah, nigga" (smack) "What? Yeah nigga take that"
Anybody get outta' line, get they face slapped quick fast
The Can-I-Bus'll buss yo' ass
Then I'll bust you wit' a shotgun blast
It's not fun so I don't laugh
To me this rap shit is as serious as, the death of a loved one
You know how you be feelin' sad
That's how I feel when I grab the microphone but niggas don't understand
Canibus is unequivocally the illest killin' machine in the industry
For the 20th century
Trapped in a max security building
Sufferin' from a severe illness called brilliance