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