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