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Correct Uni - 4 - Orm
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[canibus] I pulverize mc's and blow up mics From street corner cyphers to international web sites I'll run up on you and set it for no reason My flows are like body-blows that cause internal bleeding Cause I'm the baddest motherfucker, above average With alien deoxyribonucleic acid A blood spore, with meatphors of all sorts So fly I need a pass port just to walk [ruck] What the deal, baby? I'll set it off while my people beat you upside the head With lead from my desert eagle Fuck how people treat you, Ain't got no time for your feelings On tracks I'm revealin the facts that be concealed in A book, cause most black niggas don't read Got me thinking bout my sister and my new-born seed See this world is filled with idiots (what are you, and idiot?) Illiterate, inconsiderate, motherfuckers that's kickin the illest shit [ras kass] I'll let two-thirds of this nigga that's water evaporate Then I want jesus christ to evacuate Fuck pullin a nigga's card I want the deck and the dealer Global monotomy, sodomoy is my commodity I see one bitch-ass nigga Then my head blow like the oddities You emtpy T. V., I empty mc (nigga) Record industry rule numers one, two, and three Jews run it, Niggas run around in it, Believe me Break: rock (), ras kass [], ruck {}, all (hip-hop belongs to us soldiers over here) [nah, hip-hop belongs to us niggas right here] {you a idiot, hip-hop's your heart over here} So throw your motherfuckin hands in the air [rock] Ya'll must think I'm stupid, But I know my shit Just dollar smoke that makes me wonder like that robot bitch Yo, watch this Got this locked, try for the key, You get popped in the face like you're throwin fries up in hot greese Rockness rips straight through toys Got rappers jumpin through windshields like they duke boys I told ya, this east-west is bullfit like a pablo's Philly's wherever I go until I blow trial, yo [canibus] Canibus remains undisputed, but never rooted I'm strong enough to throw a bullet faster than a gun can shoot it So if you try to battle me face-to-face, I'll bring your career to a stop quicker than anti-lock brakes Look (look) inside the mind of a animal That'll beat you to death with a bar of soap wrapped in a towel And while you niggas is babblin, My lyrics is travelin Like a javelin To stab you in the abdomen Chorus: rock (), ras kass [], ruck {}, all (hip-hop belongs to us soldiers over here) [nah, hip-hop belongs to us niggas right here] {you a idiot, hip-hop's your heart over here} So throw your motherfuckin hands in the air (hip-hop belongs to us soldiers over here) [you see, hip-hop belongs to us niggas right here] {you stupid, hip-hop's your heart over here} So throw your motherfuckin hands in the air [ruck] Who want beef from vegetarian? When we thump, your knees bump like a kerrigan The veteran, better than sick crews Take your medicine, I can vic you From the crib'll let him in Keep your locks on Son, I think the plot's on (with who?) With the baby girl, yo, the bitch said her pop's gone (for real?) Proceed to creep, du There's no need to sleep, du, I'm nocturnal Don't care about my where abouts, nigga, it don't concern you [ras kass] I got nigga's heads dividin faster than nerds at a calculus convention See I school niggas, then I after-school niggas like detention It's a chinch to bag bitches now But I remember they was dissin when I was broke, I was good for nothing But now I'm good for nuttin down them bitche's throats (uh-huh) Like rock say (you'll get the bobway...) So just say when You got anything to get off your chest besides yo chin This nigga spit like I was teething Fuckin up more human beings than europeans [rock] Dutch boy, guard yo leg like I'm barkley Don't start me, I'll pull sparsky, He'll rip apart three of you in a heart beat In the dark we see like owls, bats, vampires In a large tree Ready to snipe that ass at warp speed Launch torpedos Mc's know what they weak flows We float and bounce on tracks like a goddamn speed boat So slow yo ass down, no doubt Don't be hasty, face me Or you'll be jettin diesel, Bench-pressin daisys Chorus (x2)
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