Nas:

You ever dance with the devil under the pale moonlight.

Desperados. Travlin. What the fucks up son. We could

do this word up we could this.



Chrous:

Spendin to many nights on the hyena gettin right

Breakin big face bennies, bettin against the freindly dice

I can't call it, It's goin to good to spoil it

Tell it like it is, the raw shanala we bough it

To many nights on the hyena gettin right

Breakin big face bennies, bettin against the freindly dice

I can't call it, It's goin to good to spoil it

Tell it like it is, the raw shanala we bough it



Canibus:

At a thousand degree Celsius I make MCs melt

Fuckin my record label I appear courtesy of my self

Let me explain how I maintain thresh holes to pain

I walk across the sun bearfoot lookin for shame

I rearrange your rib cage like a 12 gauge at close range

And change the poistion of your frame

My hard raps penetrates through your hard hats and all that nigga

Get ya wig pealed back

I scalpe you like the Indians on horse back

Running bull will hit you harder than running back

Stunning man with brave and cunning rap

Swiftly running laps around 48 tracks

Like uncut crack you feines keep coming back

Heads is flippin like acrobats on gym mats

From wacks to antelope tapes to digital decks

It's critacal black that Canibus is ill like that

In fact perhaps you should quit rap

Instead of always tryin ta dis fact

And niggas keep tellin you that ya shits wack

I rip rafts

Hardcore raps rushin you to the floor mat

Put you in the figure fourth, breakin taw rats

Jump of the top turn buckuler land on your back

Til I hear it snaple, crakle, the ref says chill black

You get clapped bringin the wrong raps to combat

Like bringin a paint