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Deal Real Records Show (ft. Mystro & Pugilist)

アーティスト：Canibus  アルバム：Miscellaneous 2004 

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(Canibus) Aiyyo I stand outside the gates of Buckingham Palace selling reefer, Puffin the chalice with the Beefeaters Gettin so high that whenever I drop shit it'll land on the window of your airplane cockpit Canibus with the hot shit, "Crazy I. Click" Niggaz is bloody idiots thinkin that they can stop this I'll increase my strength, to a super human extent Nigga your rhyme ain't worth sixpence And if you can hear, smell, see, touch, and taste then you don't need six senses to feel me punch you in the face From Brixton, to Clapham Common, my lyrics invade Europe like Joseph Stalin, and murder niggaz for rhymin Spittin fire, with gasoline for saliva As drunk as Lady Diana's driver wit reporters behind her Alcohol in the hands of a minor I got you panickin like bombs, with 30 second timers Clear the buildin, evacuate women and children Fuck what you feelin nigga, I came here to kill em Straight shittin, from New York to Great Britain And when we do shows we make the Queen pay admission, what! Chorus: Canibus (and crowd) When I say "Can-I" you say "Bus" Can-I (BUS!) Can-I (BUS!) Yo, when I say "Can-I" you say "Bus" Can-I (BUS!) Can-I (BUS!) (Canibus) Yo.. yo.. Yo prepare for the worst This next verse is the face of death Me without lyrics is like a porn flick without sex Illmatic, my lyrical skills are Jurassic With more flavor then Skittles when I'm digitally mastered I go off like a cannon and blow up the planet with "No Fear", like them clothes white boys be wearin I'm tougher than denim, lethal like venomous snake bites The marijuana makes my eyes bright red like brake lights There ain't a party I couldn't rock, believe that There ain't a microphone brave enough to give me feedback I'm strong, my word is Bond like James Niggaz be tryin to test, but they 'week' like seven days MC's run away when I kick it; they act so chicken they should come with a large drink and a biscuit My style's radioactive, massive atomic I plan to push the Earth in front of Halley's Comet Breakin the "Facts of Life" down like Tudy, I'm raw like sushi with more "Vocab", than three fuckin Fugees So recognize or be hospitalized cause lyrically on a scale of one to ten I'm twenty-five Chorus (Canibus) Yo, yo, a little bit of weed and some Henessey got me ready to set it with kinetic energy See I need much more energy then my enemies If I wanna make more Bill's then Bellamy So I could be on MTV with women constantly tellin me I resemble Billy Dee I make fly rhymes to get my name on the scene Then when I'm on the scene I do shows to get the green Then I take the green, buy a automobile machine for that thing on page 43 in Jet Magazine Canibus is the ultimate executioner's dream Swingin the guillotine, cause whenever the head is severed from the human body with a sharp enough weapon the brain remains conscious for ten seconds Long enough for me to give you one last message And when you get to Hell you can tell Lucifer I said it Don't ever get it confused, fuckin with Canibus the human Rubik's Cube like you got somethin to prove Yo, whoever grabs the mic after me'll get booed Get everything in the club thrown at you and your crew From Moet bottles to bar stools, fruits and foods You got a album out, you get hit with your CD too Runnin outside, cryin, lyin, denyin that you ain't The Gay Rapper, but you got fucked by him What's the difference? Y'all niggaz still ain't in lyrical fitness Too busy mixin your bid'ness with your bitches While I be in the lab composin forbidden scriptures So wicked I got, Satan ejaculatin on his fingers Like Dirk Diggler, in the middle of "Boogie Nights" Sniffin white, livin the hype, he ruined his life But I'm a MC of a different type, yeah that's right Make sure your shit is tight, or I'ma snatch yo' mic, nigga! (Canibus) Yo, yo, yo My style of rhyming, is ancient like Aztec's and Mayan's Because I recognize it's all about timing Me and my freestyle alliance, practicing African Voodoo science In front of twenty foot bonfires Looking skyward, calculating May fifth, two thousand The nine planets'll be in alignment The arrival of the prophet, in the cockpit Of a star ship the size of the Hale-Bopp comet With mercury ion rockets And a big ass, ‘Canibus coming soon' poster on the side of it I'm known geographically, and intergalactically That's why I got extraterrestrials that want to battle me They even tried kidnapping me And they would've snatched me, if their craft didn't get trapped in the Earth's gravity Engines stalled and failed, crashed into a farmer's field And that's really what caused Roswell Undercover operatives working for COM twelve Disguised as a nigga signed with a record deal Lyrically, I'm off-scale So all hail, or get tossed towards Hell, whatever y'all feel Bruising niggas, confusing niggas, like Chip Fu from the Fu-Schnickens Hit you with nuclear cruiser missiles Hear the wild wolf growl Styles, stockpiled for miles, from the ground to the clouds Wack niggas wanna be down, but it's not allowed Interrupt the cipher unannounced and you'll get punched in the mouth With the Southpaw Southern fist I'll bust your shit, swell your lip bigger than bubba shrimp For acting tough as shit, what a wimp You giant Goliath niggas get shot with a rubber sling I'm an experiment gone bad My brainwaves on an encephalograph show that I'm stark raving mad Your whole scientific staff'll get killed in a nuclear blast When I throw the Florence flask in my hand Flammable liquids in the lab explode and you get stabbed with all the flying glass Trained to blow up commercial aircrafts Trained in chemical weapons class, just to see how long a nigga's breath'll last I put him in a leather mask, spray his ass With a can of pepper gas, then watch him grab his neck and gag Watch the nigga choke to death as I laugh ‘You wanna battle?' is the type of question you should never ask Nigga, pick a tougher task, see who the fuck'll last Whoever lose'll get a soldering iron up the ass You need to recognize, my hand is quicker than the eye Quicker than the five speed Jamiroquai drives A lifespan longer than nine lives, infinite rhymes that can't die A nigga with a divine mind I dedicate this to the wise, dedicate it to dames Dividing myself into a hundred ten times You can't deny the offering's an offer Flows that glow with aurora's that spark of light Water fly like a saucer, with the torque of a Porsche Murder a million emcees, then autograph all of their coffins Been getting it on, since I been born, and I'ma live long And I'ma be getting it on ‘til I'm gone Look at all the stages I've been on, all the songs that I've spit on I took an oath to rip everything I get on A nigga like me should have carpal tunnel syndrome In the wrist bones from gripping microphones this long I'm just a small fish in a big pond That gets pissed off whenever I get picked on Nigga try to flip and get flipped on My army march a million strong like the Nation of Islam, with Suede Timbs on Extremely hostile, fully armed troops, dressed in frog-suits And night vision goggles A lyrical lynch mob, shitting on niggas drawn to a hideous form With horns, and a mink on Ducking down low like Vietnam, fighting the Vietcong Screaming, ‘incoming' when I see a bomb Speak to your leader, surrender your arms You need about a million more soldiers to even the odds Plus eight hundred thousand to even consider a war And two hundred thousand more



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