Key: D minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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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,
would be impossible
I just think it's highly motherfucking
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You talkin to a nigga, niggas split molecules
To subatomic particles,
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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
Kickboxer, beatin the shit out niggas proper
I beat 'em till they holler,
beat 'em til they start screamin
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Like fax machines when they start receivin
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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
that's a really stingy beatin
That's what you get for fuckin with this
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lyrical de mon
Bloodstream's been,
contaminated for eons
I got cast out of heaven for treason
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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
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They spit a hundred bars for they freedom
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
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Inhale with two real deep breaths,
hold my breath
Til the whole planet suffocates and then
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as us
Or as bold as us
When you get thrown to the wolves,
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you get thrown to us
[When we in the warzone, we
when the soldiers rush
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Either you roll wit us, or get blown to dust
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[ashes to ashes and dust to
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dust]
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[Verse 2]
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Yo, yo, now for the last couple of months,
things been real quiet
'cause I ain't heard shit worth buyin
The drive comes from my lyrics and my
lyrics come from my inner spirit
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Five bringin the, faster than 12 cylinder
engines with nitrogen in 'em
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Faster than F- 1 with light pistons
Fast enough to give your
brain an aneurysm
'cause you niggas is slower than fat
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bitches with tabal ism
The way I rip apart the
competition when I be spittin
The name Canibus might as well
I'll show you a man that'll
grab him by the neck
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And put his head to the fan on the ceiling
Drop him off the roof of a building
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
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,
I'm snatchin your mic
I make you run for your life,
children in the daylight
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That track you at night,
my global position is satellite
Got a infrared blaster to test
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your body's Fahrenheit
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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
But you been goin so long without
deodorant you don't even notice it
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Motherfucker
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