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[Canibus]

Yeah, just one of those moments

where a nigga feel like tearin this shit down

Y'all niggaz know what Canibus is known for

Yeah, yo

Propane in the form of flames sprayed when I point the barrel your way

Ever barbecue a piece of meat for a whole day?

You'll see a smoke cloud the darkest shade of charcoal gray

Even when you get to heaven you'll be D.O.A.

Send him to a place GPS couldn't locate

My mind so great, my neck might break from the weight

Robin Hood of mixtapes since ninety-eight

Steal from the fake, give to the real cause they feel what I make

Stash steal then I pealed over the hill by the lake

Don't make me have to go get it, I peel the grill off your face

Jermaine's hell, yeah I package paint myself son of Jorel

Take and cram more yay by the grill

Courage in you to yell, order men to tie you to the top of your cell

While I stab you in the navel with a quill

Askin you who's ill, tryin to break your will

Spinnin the wheel, lower you down knee first on nails

Make you shit yourself, witness the smell

Picture an anal IV feedin you poisonous liquidous gel

It's violent but why you gettin all sensitive now

I'm the real king of battle, this is how I get down

Can't listen to it then DON'T, you spit it fluid then DOPE

The illest, comin from what the other illest quote

Magazines once said I was the greatful hope

Some washed up bloke that couldn't execute what he wrote

It ain't over cause I still find ways to promote

Waves engulfed my boat but I managed to float

Swim to the coast, make a new ark from oak

Build a bonfire and smoke, pounds of 'dro

My own rhyme scarred my throat, torn is how I'll be remembered by most

From now 'til the day that I croak

In a year I'm liable to be on a yacht in the ocean

Or in an armored platinum pine box decomposin

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