Lirik Lagu The C-Quel - Canibus
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[Overlapped lines from songs in the past](OVERLAP 1)"I'll battle you on the net, I'll battle you in the fleshI'll battle you over the phone you can call me collect"
"Verbally viscious, telekenetically gifted,Took a minute to exhibit that I'm sick with it"
"Have you any idea what I'll do to crews like youHow many niggaz in my career I've ran through"
"At 1000 degrees celsius I make Emcees melt,Fuck my record label I appear courtesy of myself"
"Canibus is the type to fight for mics,beatin' niggaz to death and beatin' dead niggaz to life"
"While you niggaz is babblin' my lyrics is travelin'like ajavelin to stab you in the abdomen"
"The intellectual athelete accurately rappin' so rapidly,Yet he makes perfect sense mathematically"
"I walk the B-Lock withe the G-Lock, C-ocked,trynna' get the DR-op on the C-ops"
"The Canibus is a animal with a mechanical mandiblecomin' to damage you spittin' understandable slang at you"
"Rhymes richocet off the inner walls of my lungsand go pastthe tongue faster than bullets come out of guns
"Whenever the head is severed from the human bodywith a sharp enough weapon the brain remains conscious for 10 seconds"
"What's the matter with ya'll, I'll spatter ya'll,against the muthafuckin' wall with these raw lyrics I catapault
"I'll hop into the back seat of a cab and rhyme,Till the meter says 9, 9, 9, 9!!!"
(Verse 1)Yea, it's the C-Quel, the C-Quel, Yo!I'm hardcore from the nappy follicles in my poresTo every single pore in my skullHard from my mouth to my jaws>From my jaws to my torso where my organs are storedAnd from my balls in my draws to the floorI pray to God they hurry up and start the third World WarSo I can start World War 4 and murder us allI don't give a fuck if you rich or you poorDon't give a fuck if you got ya' picture in the Source of ForbesI don't give a fuck who won an awardOn stage tryna' thank God I'll chop ya' tongue off wit' a swordLet they blood pour all on the floorIf it ain't a cordless, you gettin' punched in the jaw and hung wit' the cordI'll leave ya' corpse stiff as a boardLike frozen meat tryna' thaw then bury you under the morgeGettin' in my way is like jumpin' in front of a carBreakin' the sound barrier, that means the car is in front of the hornBy the time you hear it blowin', it's too late to respondBy the time you feel it hit chu, I'm goneI'll send ya' to hell where you belongSo by the time ya' body hits the floorYa' spirit won't be in it no moreWho could flow for 4 minutes or moreWithout breaks, without mistakes, without flawsI got millions of styles and I mastered'em allA metaphor matador fast enough to make the bullcharge and crash in the wall
(OVERLAP 2)"Whoever grabs the mic after me'll get booedGet everything in the club thrown at you and ya' crew"
"I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it,I'll snatch ya' crown with ya' head still attached to it"
"I battle you the respect, I'll battle you over a blank checkI'll battle you with a gun to my neck"
"Ambushin' emcees, jumpin' out the trees like Vietnamesein fatigues covered with leaves"
"Next year, you'll be walkin' around the "How Can I Be Down"conference with a laminate, that said "I Got Shitted-On By Canibus""
"Turn ya' head round gimmie the cheddar,I'd rather be a lion for a day than a lamb who lives forever"
"Fuck ya'll, you don't impress me and no one can test me,an emcee so ill I got AIDS scared to catch me"
(Verse 2)Canibus is what the hardcore niggas is waitin' onDebatin' on what the fuck is takin' so longWell I'm here now, verbal ass whippins bout to get shared outWack niggas bout to get aired outFaggit niggas get they ass teared outGrab a wise man by his goatee and rip his fuckin' beard outCold beat a niggas ass like StoutThen bust a shot in the muthafuckin' courtroom and watch it clear outA hundred thousand mile warrantyMetaphorically, I'll use a hundred thousand styles and murder you orallyI took a lion on tour wit' me, made him respect authoritySmacked him in the head for trynna' roar at meLyrics got my undivided loyaltyAnd there ain't nothin' on this God damn planet that's worth more to meIn the name of Hip-Hop niggas could corner meTorture me, slice me then stitch me up like embroideryWay back before gold-plated male and femaleRCA jacks was used for crystal clear playbackI was trynna' blaze ADATS, and if a nigga said my demo was wack?I'd beat his ass and took my tape back"Yea nigga" "What? Yeah nigga take that" Anybody get outta' line, get they face slappedQuick fast, the Can-I-Bus'll buss yo' assThen I'll bust you wit' a shotgun blastIt's not fun so I don't laughTo me this rap shit is as serious as, the death of a loved oneYou know how you be feelin' sadThat's how I feel when I grab the microphone but niggas don't understandCanibus is unequivocably the illest killin' machine in the industryFor the 20th centuryTrapped in a max security buildingSufferin' from a severe illness called brillance (echoes)
"Verbally viscious, telekenetically gifted,Took a minute to exhibit that I'm sick with it"
"Have you any idea what I'll do to crews like youHow many niggaz in my career I've ran through"
"At 1000 degrees celsius I make Emcees melt,Fuck my record label I appear courtesy of myself"
"Canibus is the type to fight for mics,beatin' niggaz to death and beatin' dead niggaz to life"
"While you niggaz is babblin' my lyrics is travelin'like ajavelin to stab you in the abdomen"
"The intellectual athelete accurately rappin' so rapidly,Yet he makes perfect sense mathematically"
"I walk the B-Lock withe the G-Lock, C-ocked,trynna' get the DR-op on the C-ops"
"The Canibus is a animal with a mechanical mandiblecomin' to damage you spittin' understandable slang at you"
"Rhymes richocet off the inner walls of my lungsand go pastthe tongue faster than bullets come out of guns
"Whenever the head is severed from the human bodywith a sharp enough weapon the brain remains conscious for 10 seconds"
"What's the matter with ya'll, I'll spatter ya'll,against the muthafuckin' wall with these raw lyrics I catapault
"I'll hop into the back seat of a cab and rhyme,Till the meter says 9, 9, 9, 9!!!"
(Verse 1)Yea, it's the C-Quel, the C-Quel, Yo!I'm hardcore from the nappy follicles in my poresTo every single pore in my skullHard from my mouth to my jaws>From my jaws to my torso where my organs are storedAnd from my balls in my draws to the floorI pray to God they hurry up and start the third World WarSo I can start World War 4 and murder us allI don't give a fuck if you rich or you poorDon't give a fuck if you got ya' picture in the Source of ForbesI don't give a fuck who won an awardOn stage tryna' thank God I'll chop ya' tongue off wit' a swordLet they blood pour all on the floorIf it ain't a cordless, you gettin' punched in the jaw and hung wit' the cordI'll leave ya' corpse stiff as a boardLike frozen meat tryna' thaw then bury you under the morgeGettin' in my way is like jumpin' in front of a carBreakin' the sound barrier, that means the car is in front of the hornBy the time you hear it blowin', it's too late to respondBy the time you feel it hit chu, I'm goneI'll send ya' to hell where you belongSo by the time ya' body hits the floorYa' spirit won't be in it no moreWho could flow for 4 minutes or moreWithout breaks, without mistakes, without flawsI got millions of styles and I mastered'em allA metaphor matador fast enough to make the bullcharge and crash in the wall
(OVERLAP 2)"Whoever grabs the mic after me'll get booedGet everything in the club thrown at you and ya' crew"
"I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it,I'll snatch ya' crown with ya' head still attached to it"
"I battle you the respect, I'll battle you over a blank checkI'll battle you with a gun to my neck"
"Ambushin' emcees, jumpin' out the trees like Vietnamesein fatigues covered with leaves"
"Next year, you'll be walkin' around the "How Can I Be Down"conference with a laminate, that said "I Got Shitted-On By Canibus""
"Turn ya' head round gimmie the cheddar,I'd rather be a lion for a day than a lamb who lives forever"
"Fuck ya'll, you don't impress me and no one can test me,an emcee so ill I got AIDS scared to catch me"
(Verse 2)Canibus is what the hardcore niggas is waitin' onDebatin' on what the fuck is takin' so longWell I'm here now, verbal ass whippins bout to get shared outWack niggas bout to get aired outFaggit niggas get they ass teared outGrab a wise man by his goatee and rip his fuckin' beard outCold beat a niggas ass like StoutThen bust a shot in the muthafuckin' courtroom and watch it clear outA hundred thousand mile warrantyMetaphorically, I'll use a hundred thousand styles and murder you orallyI took a lion on tour wit' me, made him respect authoritySmacked him in the head for trynna' roar at meLyrics got my undivided loyaltyAnd there ain't nothin' on this God damn planet that's worth more to meIn the name of Hip-Hop niggas could corner meTorture me, slice me then stitch me up like embroideryWay back before gold-plated male and femaleRCA jacks was used for crystal clear playbackI was trynna' blaze ADATS, and if a nigga said my demo was wack?I'd beat his ass and took my tape back"Yea nigga"
