Allied Meta-forces Lyrics - Canibus

[Canibus] 

Yo.. the shottie rip, perferrate the skin on top of ya ribs 

Red stuff come out his ribs like a Hollywood script 

Bitch-niggaz on the floor screamin for mommy and shit 

Cardiologists hook up the heart monitors quick 

Thermometer temperature dips below 76 

That's what you get for tellin niggaz that you better than 'Bis 

Not possible - if I can't pronounce it, it ain't rhymable 

The audible probability probably ain't probable 

Supreme rap, G Rap, underground without a rule 

Shopper proof, holdin hip-hop for hostage, bout to shoot 

Helicopters stabilized at low altitudes 

Talkin to the negotiator, layin out the rules 

In a tight compromise salute, road-block with troops 

Underwater's not to shoot, but they break ya vertebrae with boots 

Ten o'clock news flash, 'Bis and G Rap 

All punch bullets are lookin for them niggaz in black 

Lean back in the avocado El Dorado, passin the bottle 

Speakin Japanese like Nomi Masho 

She got a bangin body, cold sushi with warm saki 

If I'm rappin sloppy, she got me... 

[Kool G Rap] 

Welcome to my world, danger and hazards 

Gang of bastards, bangin they ratchets 

King and the Jacker, slangin in traffic 

Claimin they cabbage, obtain half, they aimin for stackage 

Get brains from the (?), keep blingin with karats 

Cops see me in Maddox, then let ya dame have it, flames to the attic 

The stains on ya fabric, the paint in the graphic 

Canibus and G Rap, bangin a classic 

And if that beef on the street - hate you enough, 

blow out ya brain in ya casket 

Don't you love this drug element? 

Where slugs crush ya melon and dome 

Chrome that's known to break bones in an elephant 

Shotgun pellets and, gunsmoke; smell the scent 

Big bullets, wiggle ya guts like gelatin 

Cut through ya skeleton, knockage intelligence 

Ride, stand, and bite the dust 

Jake wanna be like a Russian cuffed on that Riker bus 

We raised in the slums, with haze in our lungs 

Raisin the guns, knowin; 

My day'll come, razors under the tongue 

Clips in the steel, bricks in the wheels, 

chips in the field of fortune 

Dead men walkin with hits on the grills 

Late night at the spot, posted with goons, dope and balloons 

Coke and the doom, scheme; I'll leave you open with wounds nigga 

Witness G Rap put it back in perspective 

Beat up shit with a dash of the peppers 

Get blast for ya necklace 

Leave ya brains on the dash in ya Lexus 

We up in the club, dash for the exit 

Make ya spread 'em out - show you what this lead about 

Take it from an old thug, whoever clean cold blood 

Believe they bled it out (yo) 

Crave for the war, pop out rages with fours 

Hit the jackpot, blazin the raw - gettin bands in the pores 

Bitches and whores with dick in their jaws 

The frame drank sick of Valor, straight bandit spot 

Open up shop, turn the block to "Planet Rock" 

Shit with no chop, slept with the glock with the hammer cocked 

Servin the fiends, hop in the Suburban and lean 

Look at that don nigga swervin in Queens, playa 

Ballin a lot, brawlin for props, callin the shots 

Hit the curb, birds all on the flock 

Jockin, like "who that there covered in all of them rocks" 

It's royalty bitch, fall on the cock, recognize one 

Giacanna G Rap, that live one - pay homage 

Get it fucked up, I spray comments, nigga what?! 

(Nigga what, it's the Curriculum!) 

[Canibus] 

Yo, e'rything is e'rything my nigga 

I ain't bitter, but if I gave you the finger it'd be behind the trigger 

Faggot-ass nigga livin in a gated community 

Up in radio, tellin them what you gon' 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 po' 

Yo I guard everything within the limits of my post 

My orders is to smoke you if you get to close 

The whole globe 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 

Word-ologically my syllable position is beautiful 

Only respect niggaz if the feeling is mutual 

G Rap snatch the tools from you, I'll throw 'em in the crucible 

Prolly throw you in there too, mix it up and make nigga-stew 

if you can't admit I'm iller than you 

Baby you sparred with the shadows, Canibus and G Rap yo 

Motherfucker professionallin with the pros 

[Kool G Rap] 

Know it's, dough over hoes - bankrolls, Rovers and clothes 

and shots blow all them cowards and foes 

Giacanna proud with the pros, foul mode 

We quick reachers, spear with the fearless til you drip liters 

Flip divas, the big secret, strip to they tits and beaver 

Sip Cris' and sniff coke of the peeter 

Yeah we ball big baby, look off the meter 

You should see us, it's movie star status 

Scar lackers lost cabbage, rip the Pablo Escobar fabrics 

Froze the road we chose, not a pretty route, Diddied out 

Grimey and grittied out, stack dough, jiggy out 

Dime bitches behavin like ya sex slave skizzied out 

Some nigga dizzy south, til he's out, busy mouth 

Swerve to the curb, hit the bird split the kitties out 

We kidnap for trap - blackmail for a gang a mill 

Spot banger himself, fishscale rocks under the fingernails 

The blood trail lead to a corpse 

Treat my appetite for greed with a torch 

For keys to a Porsche, to breeze in the loft 

Roll up my hand sheets with the force 

We squeeze off, no need for remorse, playa 

Forty wild goons, we forty Calhouns 

You die forty foul dooms for forty coward moves 

Bless sparkle, and spark until my shorty style rules 

Giancanna dead? Widespread, I'll be a 40 mile tune nigga 

What, what nigga? The noble laureate 

Comin at y'all niggaz.. 

Uh.. 40-pound style nigga...