[Verse 1]

Yo, yo, yo, now when you see that big ass C, you know I'm comin through

And when you know I'm comin through, you know what I'ma do

I never sent to battlin me, would be impossible

I just think it's highly motherfucking improbable

You talkin to a nigga, niggas split molecules

To subatomic particles, strong enough to stop a bull

Bodies slam, to oxygen, drop a mule

Urinating rocket fuel, freestylin over gospel tunes

Rhymes by the thousands, rhymes for hours

I could kick a rhyme longer than your whole album

Kickboxer, beatin the shit out niggas proper

I beat 'em till they holler, beat 'em til the cops come

Beatin niggas til they have seizures, beat 'em til they start screamin

Like fax machines when they start receivin

Beat 'em til my own hands start bleedin

Beat 'em til they lungs stop breathing and they heart stop beatin

>From 12 am to 12 pm in the evening

With three 15 minute breaks in between 'em

Good jesus, that's a really stingy beatin

That's what you get for fuckin with this lyrical demon

Bloodstream's been, contaminated for eons

I got cast out of heaven for treason

Got cast out of the Garden of Eden for lettin the reptillian beast in

Got locked up for a DUI and speedin

A whole legion of half decent emcees get released when

They spit a hundred bars for they freedom

See I'm much too nice to compete wit

Too nice to flow over beats wit, too nice to hold a M I C wit

Off some diesel Hercules shit, I cold flip

And start to punch trees til they leafless

Inhale with two real deep breaths, hold my breath

Til the whole planet suffocates and then release it [release it]



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Yo, you aint as cold as us

Or as bold as us

When you get thrown to the wolves, you get thrown to us

[When we in the warzone, we got the chrome wit us]

Cuz we rollin rough, when the soldiers rush

Either you roll wit us, or get blown to dust [ashes to ashes and dust to

dust]



[Verse 2]

Yo, yo, now for the last couple of months, things been real quiet

Cuz I aint heard shit worth buyin

I'm bout to show you niggas how I'm driven

The drive comes from my lyrics and my lyrics come from my inner spirit

Five bringin the, faster than 12 cylinder engines with nitrogen in 'em

Faster than F-1 with light pistons

Fast enough to give your brain an aneurysm

Cuz you niggas is slower than fat bitches with tabalism

The way I rip apart the competition when I be spittin

The name Canibus might as well be Cannibalism

Show me a man that can't feel him

I'll show you a man that'll grab him by the neck

And put his head to the fan on the ceiling

Suffer real bad from television shit

Drop him off the roof of a building and let the news film him

I hop in front of the cameras and tell 'em how I'm feelin

I tell 'em how I feel that hip hop, should deal wit it

Tell 'em how I'm tired of the state rappers in

Ninety percent of the shit that rappers give is subject matter less

Not original, but blasphemous, just a bunch of the same characters

Shootin the same videos, it's embarassing

You's in the same formal as the ?havel head?

You's are the same actors and actresses, same shit different laxative

Face it nigga you wack as shit I'm snatchin your mic

I make you run for your life, children in the daylight

That track you at night, my global position is satellite

Got a infrared blaster to test your body's fahrenheit

Wherever you go, I track you through hail, sleet, or snow

I track you til you're seizure grows into a afro

Until you plaid 'em into cornrows

Track you til your shoe soles develop holes

And you get, corns on your toes

Til your teeth develop hollow coses

But you been goin so long without deodorant you don't even notice it

Motherfucker



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