[Canibus]
Yo, the shotee rip, perforate the skin on top of your ribs //
Red stuff comes out of squibs like a Hollywood script //
Bitch niggas on the floor screaming for mommy and shit //
Cardiologists hook up the heart monitors quick //
Thermometer temperature dips below seventy-six //
That's what you get for telling niggas that you're better than "˜Bis //
Not possible, if I can't rhyme it, it ain't rhymable //
The audible probability probably ain't probable //
Supreme rap, G rap underground without a roof //
Chopper proof, holding hip-hop for hostage about to shoot //
Helicopters stabilize at low altitudes //
I'm talking to the negotiator laying out the rules //
In a tight compromising loop //
Road blocked with troops //
Under orders not to shoot but they break your vertebra with boots //
Ten O'clock news flash, "˜Bis and G Rap //
All points bulletin looking for them niggas in black //
Leaned back in an Avocado El-Dorado //
Passing the bottle, speaking Japanese like, "˜No me mah show' //
She's got a banging body //
Cold sushi with warm saki //
And if I'm rapping sloppy G's got me //
[Canibus]
Yo //
Everything is everything my nigga //
I ain't bitter but if I give you the finger it'll be behind a trigger //
Faggot ass nigga living in a gated community //
Up at radio telling them what you're going to do to me //
I live in the "˜burbs //
Clean my Winchester every other weekend with the same dirty Hanes shirt //
It takes two to tango, three to jump rope //
Four to bury the body plus look out for poe' //
Yo, I guard everything within the limits of my post //
My orders are to smoke you if you get too close //
The whole world is scared of my flow //
Spirit world, scared of my soul //
Nowadays it's like I'm scared to be known //
The methods of my motivation is completely subjective //
My perception is completely parallel to perspective //
Rhyming is the reason I spit in faces //
Habituation of my flamboyance without rational reservation //
Whiskey, X-ray, Yankee, Zulu, unusual //
Wordologically my syllable position is beautiful //
Only respect niggas if the feeling is mutual //
G Rap snatched the jewels from you, I'll throw them in the crucible //
Probably throw you in it too, mix it up and make nigga stew //
If you can't admit that I'm iller than you //
Baby, you're sparring with the shadows, "˜Bis and G Rap flow //
Mother fucker you're "˜fessionalling with the Pros //