Lost @ 'c' Lyrics - Singles - Canibus

[Verse 1] 

Yo, yo, yo, now when you see that big ass see, you know I'm comin through 

And when you know I'm comin through, you know what I'ma do 

I never sent to battlin me, would be impossible 

I just think it's highly motherfucking improbable 

You talkin to a nigga, niggas split molecules 

To subatomic particles, strong enough to stop a bull 

Bodies slam, to oxygen, drop a mule 

Urinating rocket fuel, freestylin over gospel tunes 

Rhymes by the thousands, rhymes for hours 

I could kick a rhyme longer than your whole album 

Kickboxer, beatin the shit out niggas proper 

I beat 'em till they holler, beat 'em til the cops come 

Beatin niggas til they have seizures, beat 'em til they start screamin 

Like fax machines when they start receivin 

Beat 'em til my own hands start bleedin 

Beat 'em til they lungs stop breathing and they heart stop beatin 

From 12 am to 12 pm in the evening 

With three 15 minute breaks in between 'em 

Good Jesus, that's a really stingy beatin 

That's what you get for fuckin with this lyrical demon 

Bloodstream's been, contaminated for eons 

I got cast out of heaven for treason 

Got cast out of the Garden of Eden for lettin the reptilian beast in 

Got locked up for a DUI and speedin 

A whole legion of half decent emcees get released when 

They spit a hundred bars for they freedom 

See I'm much too nice to compete wit 

Too nice to flow over beats wit, too nice to hold a M I see wit 

Off some diesel Hercules shit, I cold flip 

And start to punch trees til they leafless 

Inhale with two real deep breaths, hold my breath 

Til the whole planet suffocates and then release it [release it] 

[HOOK 2X:] 

Yo, you ain't as cold as us 

Or as bold as us 

When you get thrown to the wolves, you get thrown to us 

[When we in the warzone, we got the chrome wit us] 

'cause we rollin rough, when the soldiers rush 

Either you roll wit us, or get blown to dust [ashes to ashes and dust to 

dust] 

[Verse 2] 

Yo, yo, now for the last couple of months, things been real quiet 

'cause I ain't heard shit worth buyin 

I'm bout to show you niggas how I'm driven 

The drive comes from my lyrics and my lyrics come from my inner spirit 

Five bringin the, faster than 12 cylinder engines with nitrogen in 'em 

Faster than F-1 with light pistons 

Fast enough to give your brain an aneurysm 

'cause you niggas is slower than fat bitches with tabalism 

The way I rip apart the competition when I be spittin 

The name Canibus might as well be Cannibalism 

Show me a man that can't feel him 

I'll show you a man that'll grab him by the neck 

And put his head to the fan on the ceiling 

Suffer real bad from television shit 

Drop him off the roof of a building and let the news film him 

I hop in front of the cameras and tell 'em how I'm feelin 

I tell 'em how I feel that hip hop, should deal wit it 

Tell 'em how I'm tired of the state rappers in 

Ninety percent of the shit that rappers give is subject matter less 

Not original, but blasphemous, just a bunch of the same characters 

Shootin the same videos, it's embarrassing 

You's in the same formal as the level head? 

You's are the same actors and actresses, same shit different laxative 

Face it nigga you wack as shit I'm snatchin your mic 

I make you run for your life, children in the daylight 

That track you at night, my global position is satellite 

Got a infrared blaster to test your body's Fahrenheit 

Wherever you go, I track you through hail, sleet, or snow 

I track you til you're seizure grows into a afro 

Until you plaid 'em into cornrows 

Track you til your shoe soles develop holes 

And you get, corns on your toes 

Til your teeth develop hollow coses 

But you been goin so long without deodorant you don't even notice it 

Motherfucker 

[HOOK 4X]