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Correct Give It More Unreleased (Killah Priest Feat. Canibus) Lyrics
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Correct Give It More Unreleased (Killah Priest Feat. Canibus)
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Verse 1 Canibus I got this beat from Riggs, yeah I got it from Riggs Cause in a minute I'ma be on top of the biz Try to act like you don't know who it is Around the globe there's kids that play the Canibus quotable quiz It's like if you ain't a mogul they don't know who you is But I'm a oldie in the biz with the vocals and libs Said so much crazy shit on my last album My name shut Interpol down for two hours Now that's true power I create what I can't count to rhyme from my anger management counselor Just listen to the fives and blend in with the signal you getting Can you hear me now? Answer the question You wanna talk about sick poems? I spit stones Leave you split holmes, tied knots with your rib bones Quick blows break off your limp wrist bones Make you scream melodies in twelve different ringtones I can speak Chinese, ching chong get off the ding dong Knock your ass over the tables like little ping pongs You got balls? Bring 'em on I smash 'em with a spiked bat like Raekwon with Cuban Linx on Blink and you gone, let off more shells than shrimp farms Spit raw, your face look like you smelling stink bombs You ain't dreamin nigga, pinch your arm Canibus be spittin' bars that can dislodge Kanye's jaws Hook 2x Canibus What you lookin' for? We hookin' off Punchlines on the song through the hook and all You actin' like you think you too good to fall You spit with a glass jaw, get up give it more Verse 2 Killah priest It's the byzantine king, supreme, all kneel kiss the ring Into a ilohean, I blow steam from the families of the mackabees Smack emcees watch them scream your majesty, make them suffer The capacity of tragedy, hold the crowd down like gravity Back the fuck off, stop grabbing me, hands off me, niggas start to bore me I'm getting sleepy, I need some coffee, me and my Wu-bandits We bury niggas deep in the canvas, body bandage, like some mummies You fucking dummies, you can't take nothing from me It's the longest waited, the most anticipated, the album hesitated Scream the name out killah priest, I leave the blood spilling in the street I'm from the dark hills of Brownsville, the seven shields on windmills Across the killing fields, never forget it, tell them rap critics I speak in arithmics, so they can never get it, I'm too scientific Lyrics explicit, I roll with thirsty niggas, theifs and killers Tigers, gorillas, faces like godzilla We stomp rappers and smile like a Calm-Della, we got iller Cross my heart both hope to die, we multiply, by the hundred Fuckin by the thousand, see me outside your show browsin Beatin up your soundman Playa haters and players, we give um' cold stares Any last prayers.
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