作曲 : G. Williams | |
(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, | |
beatin' niggaz to death and beatin' dead niggaz to life' | |
'While you niggaz is babblin' my lyrics is travelin' | |
like a javelin 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 mandible | |
comin' to damage you spittin' 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 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 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 gettin' 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 | |
Gettin' in my way is like jumpin' in front of a car | |
Breakin' the sound barrier, that means the car is in front of the horn | |
By the time you hear it blowin', 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' | |
'Ambushin' emcees, jumpin' out the trees like Vietnamese | |
in 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' on | |
Debatin' on what the fuck is takin' 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 fuckin' beard out | |
Cold beat a niggas ass like Stout | |
Then bust a shot in the muthafuckin' 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 nothin' 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 feelin' sad | |
That's how I feel when I grab the microphone but niggas don't understand | |
Canibus is unequivocably the illest killin' machine in the industry | |
For the 20th century | |
Trapped in a max security building | |
Sufferin' from a severe illness called brillance (echoes) |
zuo qu : G. Williams | |
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, | |
beatin' niggaz to death and beatin' dead niggaz to life' | |
' While you niggaz is babblin' my lyrics is travelin' | |
like a javelin to stab you in the abdomen' | |
' The intellectual athelete accurately rappin' so rapidly, | |
Yet he makes perfect sense mathematically' | |
' I walk the BLock withe the GLock, Cocked, | |
trynna' get the DRop on the Cops' | |
' The Canibus is a animal with a mechanical mandible | |
comin' to damage you spittin' 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 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 CQuel, the CQuel, 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 gettin' 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 | |
Gettin' in my way is like jumpin' in front of a car | |
Breakin' the sound barrier, that means the car is in front of the horn | |
By the time you hear it blowin', 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' | |
' Ambushin' emcees, jumpin' out the trees like Vietnamese | |
in 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 ShittedOn 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' on | |
Debatin' on what the fuck is takin' 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 fuckin' beard out | |
Cold beat a niggas ass like Stout | |
Then bust a shot in the muthafuckin' 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 nothin' on this God damn planet that' s worth more to me | |
In the name of HipHop niggas could corner me | |
Torture me, slice me then stitch me up like embroidery | |
Way back before goldplated 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 CanIBus' 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 feelin' sad | |
That' s how I feel when I grab the microphone but niggas don' t understand | |
Canibus is unequivocably the illest killin' machine in the industry | |
For the 20th century | |
Trapped in a max security building | |
Sufferin' from a severe illness called brillance echoes |
zuò qǔ : G. Williams | |
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, | |
beatin' niggaz to death and beatin' dead niggaz to life' | |
' While you niggaz is babblin' my lyrics is travelin' | |
like a javelin to stab you in the abdomen' | |
' The intellectual athelete accurately rappin' so rapidly, | |
Yet he makes perfect sense mathematically' | |
' I walk the BLock withe the GLock, Cocked, | |
trynna' get the DRop on the Cops' | |
' The Canibus is a animal with a mechanical mandible | |
comin' to damage you spittin' 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 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 CQuel, the CQuel, 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 gettin' 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 | |
Gettin' in my way is like jumpin' in front of a car | |
Breakin' the sound barrier, that means the car is in front of the horn | |
By the time you hear it blowin', 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' | |
' Ambushin' emcees, jumpin' out the trees like Vietnamese | |
in 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 ShittedOn 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' on | |
Debatin' on what the fuck is takin' 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 fuckin' beard out | |
Cold beat a niggas ass like Stout | |
Then bust a shot in the muthafuckin' 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 nothin' on this God damn planet that' s worth more to me | |
In the name of HipHop niggas could corner me | |
Torture me, slice me then stitch me up like embroidery | |
Way back before goldplated 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 CanIBus' 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 feelin' sad | |
That' s how I feel when I grab the microphone but niggas don' t understand | |
Canibus is unequivocably the illest killin' machine in the industry | |
For the 20th century | |
Trapped in a max security building | |
Sufferin' from a severe illness called brillance echoes |