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Handle the Heights
Canibus
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He's so mighty, they can't handle heights
Show him what time it is, (if I)
Everybody, everybody, can't MC, MC, MC
Can you handle the heights?
Can you manage to lie? (If I)
Start spitting some lyrical shit
That I can listen to?
Everybody everybody, can't MC, (yeah)
Can you handle the heights?
Watch out, hand through this mic, y'all
Produce your past, remove your mask
I blow nerve gas through chicken wire at your ass
Prepare protocol y'all, I declare war
Butt stock to the skull, to the last man fall, (if I)
I'm a hurt to war buffalo, Milestone produces my undertow
A slow process, you must undergo
Javelin bang shit
Bang you in the head with a bang stick
See if you can bang like this, (if I)
I am Black Pegasus, I escort the albatross
Sagittarius ought to serve as my ground force
Shout corn, stone, gout sprout from your mouth
I drop white Phosphorus botlings from snow clouds, (if I)
Come around unannounced zombies, pull out the ground
My team's authorized to gun them down
Look alive, look lively, lie to motherfucking Dottie
My posse on Broadway catching bodies, (if I)
Can you handle the heights? Everybody can't MC
Can you manage to lie?
Start spitting some lyrical shit?
That I can listen to, listen to, listen to
If I
Can you handle the heights? Everybody can't MC
Watch how I handle this mic
Start spitting some lyrical shit?
That I can listen to, listen to, listen to
If I, can handle the heights
The Los Angeles mic evangelistic night
Flows like a candlestick one strictly got my Manias
What I do for success is considered a threat
Your best bet against the laws bullets break my rat barrage, (if I)
Didn't have what it takes I would have stolen it
Shift shape and molded it, and called it my arm
So when I dictate my dialect a scientist revival
This is highly obvious that made he's home on his throne, (if I)
Was in your shoes I would save up some funds
Do knowledge of self, then reflect in a pair of new ones
So you would know how it feels to appeal the devils
Who value your heart and soul more than your cushion insult, (if I)
Gave a what? I would want to recent
So I can write you off like taxes every time that you speak
I was born to compete amongst a swarm of unique and talented MC's
While your destiny gets prone for defeat, (if I)
Can you handle the heights?
Can you manage to lie? Everybody can't MC
Watch how I start spitting some lyrical shit
That I can listen to, listen to, (if I)
Can you handle the heights?
Yeah, watch me handle this mic
MC, gun rule vandal, start spitting some lyrical shit
That I can listen to, listen to, listen to
Hey, y'all, (if I)
I speak heat searing beat clearing shot sets and sternum
Burn 'em and send hallmark postcards to the sermon
Dirty vermin with shiny crowns and the dirty gloves
Show me 30 rounds work for love written as slugs, (if I)
I speak life sentences trapped in the years
Words escape like inmates
From trapped between ears practice cracking
Sutures pollution from mutual war
My thoughts on their theater shit
Like Lincoln on the foreign floor, (if I)
Keep the Magna P.I on top of it profit
Detroit west burglars with murderous logic
Pinpoint chest invertebrate and burnt the atopic
Serving multitudes of frauds and let 'em see the conquest, (if I)
We send warning through gas
Harassed like mad snacks, we toast, we crack glass
Smoke hash through Alaskan pipeline
Recite grenade grand sonic mine running in front of the grid reaper
I'm ahead of my time, (if I)
Can you handle the heights?
Can you manage to lie?
Nobody, can't MC, start spitting some lyrical shit
That I can listen to, listen to, listen to, (if I)
Can you handle the heights?
Y'all, y'all, check out everything, somebody can't MC
Start spitting some lyrical shit
That I can listen to, listen to, listen to (if I)
Hey, y'all, everybody and they Mama wanna rhyme
So I hit 'em with more power than the molecule enzyme
Rabbits persist to rock the mic like this
But ain't mentally, spiritually, lyrically, physically fit, (if I)
You are not accustomed to my blows to the chest
I wear you down like post traumatic stress
I got too much mental capacity, (uh-huh)
For uneducated street punk to fuck with me, (if I)
I drink like a fish, got a memory like an Elephant
Submission specialist Smurda, MC's excellence
Peep the run skiing in the way I enunciate
My colloquialisms, in the slang I pronounciate, (if I)
Metaphors can be challenging but not meant to complicate
I eat MC's rappers, I regurgitate
You ain't even gotta be considered talented
To be considered exceptional hip hop profession
Mediocre see, is the standard status quo, y'all
And every Joe lip professor
Before you open your mouth, make sure you can run that route
Before you get knocked the fuck out, yeah
Can you handle the heights?
Yeah, check, y'all handle this mic?
Can you handle the heights?
Uh, yeah nigga, get your game, (if I)
Catch you, it's a problem
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