[Overlapped lines from songs in the past]
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(OVERLAP 1)
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"I'll battle you on the net, I'll battle you in the flesh
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I'll battle you over the phone you can call me collect"
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"Verbally viscious, telekenetically gifted,
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Took a minute to exhibit that I'm sick with it"
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"Have you any idea what I'll do to crews like you
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How many niggaz in my career I've ran through"
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"At 1000 degrees celsius I make Emcees melt,
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Fuck my record label I appear courtesy of myself"
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"Canibus is the type to fight for mics,
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beatin' niggaz to death and beatin' dead niggaz to life"
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"While you niggaz is babblin' my lyrics is travelin'
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like a javelin to stab you in the abdomen"
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"The intellectual athelete accurately rappin' so rapidly,
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Yet he makes perfect sense mathematically"
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"I walk the B-Lock withe the G-Lock, C-ocked,
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trynna' get the DR-op on the C-ops"
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"The Canibus is a animal with a mechanical mandible
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comin' to damage you spittin' understandable slang at you"
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"Rhymes richocet off the inner walls of my lungs
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and go past the tongue faster than bullets come out of guns
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"Whenever the head is severed from the human body
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with a sharp enough weapon the brain remains conscious for 10 seconds"
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"What's the matter with ya'll, I'll spatter ya'll,
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against the muthafuckin' wall with these raw lyrics I catapault
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"I'll hop into the back seat of a cab and rhyme,
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Till the meter says 9, 9, 9, 9!!!"
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(Verse 1)
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Yea, it's the C-Quel, the C-Quel, Yo!
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I'm hardcore from the nappy follicles in my pores
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To every single pore in my skull
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Hard from my mouth to my jaws
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>From my jaws to my torso where my organs are stored
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And from my balls in my draws to the floor
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I pray to God they hurry up and start the third World War
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So I can start World War 4 and murder us all
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I don't give a fuck if you rich or you poor
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Don't give a fuck if you got ya' picture in the Source of Forbes
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I don't give a fuck who won an award
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On stage tryna' thank God I'll chop ya' tongue off wit' a sword
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Let they blood pour all on the floor
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If it ain't a cordless, you gettin' punched in the jaw and hung wit' the cord
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I'll leave ya' corpse stiff as a board
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Like frozen meat tryna' thaw then bury you under the morge
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Gettin' in my way is like jumpin' in front of a car
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Breakin' the sound barrier, that means the car is in front of the horn
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By the time you hear it blowin', it's too late to respond
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By the time you feel it hit chu, I'm gone
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I'll send ya' to hell where you belong
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So by the time ya' body hits the floor
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Ya' spirit won't be in it no more
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Who could flow for 4 minutes or more
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Without breaks, without mistakes, without flaws
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I got millions of styles and I mastered'em all
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A metaphor matador fast enough to make the bullcharge and crash in the wall
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(OVERLAP 2)
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"Whoever grabs the mic after me'll get booed
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Get everything in the club thrown at you and ya' crew"
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"I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it,
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I'll snatch ya' crown with ya' head still attached to it"
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"I battle you the respect, I'll battle you over a blank check
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I'll battle you with a gun to my neck"
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"Ambushin' emcees, jumpin' out the trees like Vietnamese
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in fatigues covered with leaves"
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"Next year, you'll be walkin' around the "How Can I Be Down"
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conference with a laminate, that said "I Got Shitted-On By Canibus""
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"Turn ya' head round gimmie the cheddar,
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I'd rather be a lion for a day than a lamb who lives forever"
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"Fuck ya'll, you don't impress me and no one can test me,
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an emcee so ill I got AIDS scared to catch me"
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(Verse 2)
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Canibus is what the hardcore niggas is waitin' on
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Debatin' on what the fuck is takin' so long
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Well I'm here now, verbal ass whippins bout to get shared out
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Wack niggas bout to get aired out
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Faggit niggas get they ass teared out
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Grab a wise man by his goatee and rip his fuckin' beard out
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Cold beat a nig |