Die Slow Lyrics - Canibus

[Canibus] 

Yo (Die Slow) 

Yea (Die Slow) 

Ya niggas better..(Die Slow) 

Uh (Die Slow) 

All you can do is (Die Slow) nigga (Die Slow) 

(Die Slow) 4x 

All you can do is die (Slow) 

Yea 

(Die Slow) 2x 

Fuck ya'll 

(Die Slow) 2x 

Die Slow nigga 

(Die Slow) 

(Canibus) 

Yo 

You against me.. No contest 

My tongue hydraulics 

Strong enough to flip a 64 impala with 3 adult passengers 

and a 4 hundred pound driver 

And drown you in less than an ounce of your own saliva 

Rubberface rappers get, stretched like elastic 

Claymation characters wit verbal vernacular 

Slappin' ya, like a white water rafter 

Or a Olympic kayaker, paddlin' across the Niagara 

My afterburners'll be burnin' you after 

Ya' body already been splashed with acid 

And you turn to ashes 

Assassins camouflauged in the grass blastin' 

Leavin' blood all over ya' lady like Jackie O'Nassis 

I'll fly ya' body outta Dallas 

Perform plastic surgery while we airborne and switch caskets 

Then lie to the masses 

I'll tell'em that you got murdered over some East West beef, between rappers 

Radio stations'll express they sadness 

Play classics back to back and pass out "Stop The Violence" pamphlets 

Just imagine, every night ya' girls fuckin' ya' best friend 

While you in hell throwin' tantrums 

I'll be lampin' in a mansion somewhere out in the Hamptons 

Givin' some pretty ass bitch a spankin' 

Nigga you can't win 

I'm laughin' cause you a has been 

You'll never get ya' groove back 

So don't even bother askin', Angela Bassett 

You'll just get ya' ass kicked 

Get ya' head chopped off and dropped in a basket 

My left arms taken but my right ones free 

That means I could diss another muthafuckin' emcee 

Wit rhymes that appear clearer than liquid crystal 

My lyrical is more visual than television screen pixels 

I fire pistols, hit you wit' miniature missles 

Riddle ya' body wit' holes then watch the blood sprinkle 

Ya probably had no idea what you was gettin' into 

On the mic, Can-I-Bus is invincible 

Fuck you 

(CONVO 1) 

("Die Slow" through out the convo) 

Hey Yo that nigga got an attitude 

Yeah he be actin rude 

And he's always trynna' battle you 

That last album was terrible 

When he's on the radio he never got a clean mouth 

Yeah everytime he freestyles, his words be gettin' bleeped out 

You got the album? 

Naw I heard it was weak 

You got the album? 

I said it was weak 

But the shit don't come out till next week 

Hey Yo I like the nigga's beats 

Yo that shit be comin' bugged out 

Hey Yo that nigga Bis dumbs out 

He waited too long to come out............ 

(Journalist) 

To you bitch niggas who talk a lot 

But walk the block, in halter tops 

Left side of ya chest, mark the spot 

That's where a nigga put it, when i'm hooded 

Then fill you up wit big bullets 

Prepare you for some channel 6 footage 

Know what is, Me and Bis, runnin' through ya courtyard 

Creepin' wit a four-five and reachin for ya door knob 

Throw a gun under ya chin, see how quick your whore rise 

One shot could have a short slide, right out the North side 

Your whole flow is porkrine 

Spit the small oints 

I'm nasty, but my small joints grip the bar point 

Drop on top of the blue line..right beside the red one 

Keep the flow fairsome, 'till the day my career done 

Bring it to ya ass if you the challengin type 

Especially those, surroundin' the mic 

Sound of the light 

To the Journ, ya'll ain't no suitable spitters 

True to you niggas 

Lay you out on MD's, recoupin' ya liver 

Shoutin' my name, 

Ya best to control the noise soldier boy 

Or homicide will be all over you poys with Polaroids