Lost @ C

[Canibus]
Yo, Yo, Yo //
Now when you see that big-ass C, you know I’m coming through //
And when you know I’m coming through, you know what I’ma do //
I never said that battling me would be impossible //
I just think it’s highly mother fucking improbable //
You talking to a nigga that can split molecules to subatomic particles //
Strong enough to stop a bull //
Body-slam two ox’s, drop a mule //
Urinating rocket fuel, freestyling over gospel tunes //
Rhymes by the thousands, rhymes for hours //
I could kick a rhyme longer than your whole album //
The kick boxer, beating the shit out niggas proper //
I beat them ‘til they holler, beat them ‘til the cops come //
Beating niggas ‘til they have seizures, beat them ‘til they start screaming //
Like fax machines when they start receiving //
Beat them ‘til my own hands start bleeding //
Beat them ‘til they lungs stop breathing and they heart stop beating //
From twelve A.M. to twelve P.M. in the evening //
With three fifteen minute breaks in between them //
Good Jesus, that’s a real West-Indian beating //
That’s what you get for fucking with this lyrical demon //
My bloodstream’s been, contaminated for eons //
I got cast out of heaven for treason //
Got cast out of the garden of Eden for letting the reptilian beast in //
Got locked up for a D.U.I. and speeding //
A whole legion of half-decent emcees get’ll released when //
They spit a hundred bars for they freedom //
See I’m much too nice to compete with //
Too nice to flow over beats with, too nice to hold a MIC with //
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 //
[Canibus]
Yo //
You ain’t as cold as us, or as bold as us //
When you get thrown to the wolves, you get thrown to us //
’Cause we rolling rough, when the soldiers rush //
Either you roll wit us, or get blown to dust //
You ain’t as cold as us, or as bold as us //
When we in the war zone, we got the chrome with us //
’Cause we rolling rough, when the soldiers rush //
Either you roll wit us, or get blown to dust //
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust //
[Canibus]
Yo, Yo //
Now for the last couple of months, things been real quiet //
’Cause I ain’t heard shit worth buying //
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 //
Vibrating and spinning, faster than twelve cylinder engines with nitrogen in them //
Faster than F-1 McLaren pistons //
Fast enough to give your brain an aneurysm //
’Cause you niggas is slower than fat bitches metabolism //
The way I rip apart the competition when I be spitting //
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 ban 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 them how I’m feeling //
I’ll tell them how I feel that Hip-Hop, should deal with it //
Tell them how I’m tired of the state rap is in //
Ninety percent of the shit that rappers kick is subject matter less //
Not original, but blasphemous, just a bunch of the same characters //
Shooting the same videos, it’s embarrassing //
Using the same formulas to have a hit //
Using the same actors and actresses, same shit different laxative //
Face it nigga you wack as shit I’m snatching your mic //
I make you run for your life, chill during the daylight //
To track you at night, my global position is satellite //
Got a infrared lens to detect your body’s Fahrenheit //
Wherever you go, I track you through hail, sleet, or snow //
I track you ‘til your ceasar grows into a afro //
Until you plaid them into cornrows //
Track you ‘til your shoe soles develop holes, and you get, corns on your toes //
’Til your teeth develop halitosis //
But you been going so long without deodorant you don’t even notice //
Mother fucker //
[Canibus]
Yo //
You ain’t as cold as us, or as bold as us //
When you get thrown to the wolves, you get thrown to us //
’Cause we rolling rough, when the soldiers rush //
Either you roll wit us, or get blown to dust //
You ain’t as cold as us, or as bold as us //
When we in the war zone, we got the chrome with us //
’Cause we rolling rough, when the soldiers rush //
Either you roll wit us, or get blown to dust //
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust //
You ain’t as cold as us, or as bold as us //
When you get thrown to the wolves, you get thrown to us //
’Cause we rolling rough, when the soldiers rush //
Either you roll wit us, or get blown to dust //
You ain’t as cold as us, or as bold as us //
When we in the war zone, we got the chrome with us //
’Cause we rolling rough, when the soldiers rush //
Either you roll wit us, or get blown to dust //
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust //