The C-Quel
(专辑: 2000 B.C. (Before Can-I-Bus) - 2000)
[Overlapped lines from songs in the
past] [OVERLAP 1] "I'll battle you on the
net, I'll battle you in the
flesh I'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 you How 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, beating niggaz to death and beating dead niggaz to life" "While you niggaz is babbling my lyrics is traveling like a
javelin to stab you in the
abdomen" "The intellectual athelete accurately rapping 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 mandible coming to damage you spitting understandable slang at you" "Rhymes richocet off the
inner walls of my lungs and go past the
tongue faster than bullets come out of guns "Whenever the
head is severed from the
human body with 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
muthafucking 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 pores To every single pore in my skull Hard from my mouth to my jaws >From my jaws to my torso where my organs are stored And from my balls in my draws to the
floor I
pray to God they hurry up and start the
third World War So I
can start World War 4
and murder us all I
don't give a
fuck if you rich or you poor Don't give a
fuck if you got ya' picture in the
Source of Forbes I
don't give a
fuck who won an award On stage tryna' thank God I'll chop ya' tongue off wit' a
sword Let they blood pour all on the
floor If it ain't a
cordless, you getting punched in the
jaw and hung wit' the
cord I'll leave ya' corpse stiff as a
board Like frozen meat tryna' thaw then bury you under the
morge Getting in my way is like jumping in front of a
car Breaking the
sound barrier, that means the
car is in front of the
horn By the
time you hear it blowing, it's too late to respond By the
time you feel it hit chu, I'm gone I'll send ya' to hell where you belong So by the
time ya' body hits the
floor Ya' spirit won't be in it no more Who could flow for 4
minutes or more Without breaks, without mistakes, without flaws I
got millions of styles and I
mastered'em all A
metaphor matador fast enough to make the
bullcharge and crash in the
wall [OVERLAP 2] "Whoever grabs the
mic after me'll get booed Get 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 check I'll battle you with a
gun to my neck" "Ambushing emcees, jumping out the
trees like Vietnamese in fatigues covered with leaves" "Next year, you'll be walking 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 waiting on Debating on what the
fuck is taking so long Well I'm here now, verbal ass whippins bout to get shared out Wack niggas bout to get aired out Faggit niggas get they ass teared out Grab a
wise man by his goatee and rip his fucking beard out Cold beat a
niggas ass like Stout Then bust a
shot in the
muthafucking courtroom and watch it clear out A
hundred thousand mile warranty Metaphorically, I'll use a
hundred thousand styles and murder you orally I
took a
lion on tour wit' me, made him respect authority Smacked him in the
head for trynna' roar at me Lyrics got my undivided loyalty And there ain't nothing on this God damn planet that's worth more to me In the
name of Hip-Hop niggas could corner me Torture me, slice me then stitch me up like embroidery Way back before gold-plated male and female RCA jacks was used for crystal clear playback I
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" [smack] "What? Yeah nigga take that" Anybody get outta' line, get they face slapped Quick fast, the
Can-I-Bus'll buss yo' ass Then I'll bust you wit' a
shotgun blast It's not fun so I
don't laugh To me this rap shit is as serious as, the
death of a
loved one You know how you be feeling sad That's how I
feel when I
grab the
microphone but niggas don't understand Canibus is unequivocably the
illest killing machine in the
industry For the
20th century Trapped in a
max security building Suffering from a
severe illness called brillance [echoes]