The C-quel Lyrics - Singles - 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 vicious, 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 niggas 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' niggas to death and beatin' dead niggas to life" 

"While you niggas is babblin' my lyrics is travelin' 

Like a javelin to stab you in the abdomen" 

"The intellectual athlete accurately rappin' so rapidly, 

Yet he makes perfect sense mathematically" 

"I walk the be -Lock withe the G-Lock, see-ocked, 

Tryin' to get the DR-op on the see-ops" 

"The Canibus is a animal with a mechanical mandible 

Comin' to damage you spittin' understandable slang at you" 

"Rhymes ricochet 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 y'all, I'll spatter ya'll, 

Against the motherfuckin' wall with these raw lyrics I catapult 

"I'll hop into the back seat of a cab and rhyme, 

Till the meter says 9, 9, 9, 9!" 

[Verse 1] 

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 tryin' to 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 tryin' to 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 bull charge and crash in the wall 

"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 y'all, you don't impress me and no one can test me, 

An emcee so ill I got AIDS scared to catch me" 

[Verse 2] 

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 

Fagot 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 motherfuckin' 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 tryin' to 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 unequivocally the illest killin' machine in the industry 

For the 20th century 

Trapped in a max security building 

Sufferin' from a severe illness called brillance