The C-Quel - Canibus

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!!!

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

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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 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 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)