The C-Quel (explicit Album Version Explicit)-Canibus

The C-Quel (explicit Album Version Explicit) - Canibus [overlapped lines from songs in the past] (overlap 1) Ill battle you on the net, Ill battle you in the flesh Ill battle you over the phone you can call me collect Verbally viscious, telekenetically gifted, Took a minute to exhibit that Im sick with it Have you any idea what ill do to crews like you How many niggaz in my career Ive ran through At 1000 degrees celsius i make emcees melt, ***** 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 Whats the matter with yall, ill spatter yall, Against the mutha*****in wall with these raw lyrics I catapault Ill hop into the back seat of a cab and rhyme, Till the meter says 9, 9, 9, 9!!! (verse 1) Yea, its the c-quel, the c-quel, yo! Im 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 dont give a ***** if you rich or you poor Dont give a ***** if you got ya picture in the source of forbes I dont give a ***** who won an award On stage tryna thank God Ill chop ya tongue off wit a sword Let they blood pour all on the floor If it aint a cordless, you gettin punched in the jaw and hung wit the cord Ill 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, its too late to respond By the time you feel it hit chu, Im gone Ill send ya to hell where you belong So by the time ya body hits the floor Ya spirit wont 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 masteredem all A metaphor matador fast enough to make the bullcharge and crash in the wall (overlap 2) Whoever grabs the mic after mell get booed Get everything in the club thrown at you and ya crew Im the illest ni**a alive, watch me prove it, Ill snatch ya crown with ya head still attached to it I battle you the respect, ill battle you over a blank check Ill battle you with a gun to my neck Ambushin emcees, jumpin out the trees like vietnamese In fatigues covered with leaves Next year, youll 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, Id rather be a lion for a day than a lamb who lives forever ***** yall, you dont 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 ***** is takin so long Well Im here now, verbal a** whippins bout to get shared out Wack niggas bout to get aired out Faggit niggas get they a** teared out Grab a wise man by his goatee and rip his *****in beard out Cold beat a niggas a** like stout Then bust a shot in the mutha*****in courtroom and watch it clear out A hundred thousand mile warranty Metaphorically, Ill 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 aint nothin on this God damn planet thats 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 ni**a said my demo was wack? Id beat his a** and took my tape back Yea ni**a [smack] what? yeah ni**a take that Anybody get outta line, get they face slapped Quick fast, the can-i-busll buss yo a** Then Ill bust you wit a shotgun blast Its not fun so I dont laugh To me this rap sh*t is as serious as, the death of a loved one You know how you be feelin sad Thats how I feel when I grab the microphone but niggas dont 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)