Canibus - Allied Meta-Forces Feat. Kool G Rap Lyrics
[Canibus]Yo.. the shottie rip, perferrate the skin on top of ya ribsRed stuff come out his ribs like a Hollywood script*****-niggaz on the floor screamin for mommy and shitCardiologists hook up the heart monitors quickThermometer temperature dips below 76That's what you get for tellin niggaz that you better than 'BisNot possible - if I can't pronounce it, it ain't rhymableThe audible probability probably ain't probableSupreme rap, G Rap, underground without a ruleShopper proof, holdin hip-hop for hostage, bout to shootHelicopters stabilized at low altitudesTalkin to the negotiator, layin out the rulesIn a tight compromise salute, road-block with troopsUnderwater's not to shoot, but they break ya vertebrae with bootsTen o'clock news flash, 'Bis and G RapAll punch bullets are lookin for them niggaz in blackLean back in the avocado El Dorado, passin the bottleSpeakin Japanese like Nomi MashoShe got a bangin body, cold sushi with warm sakiIf I'm rappin sloppy, she got me...[Kool G Rap]Welcome to my world, danger and hazardsGang of bastards, bangin they ratchetsKing and the Jacker, slangin in trafficClaimin they cabbage, obtain half, they aimin for stackageGet brains from the (?), keep blingin with karatsCops see me in Maddox, then let ya dame have it, flames to the atticThe stains on ya fabric, the paint in the graphicCanibus and G Rap, bangin a classicAnd if that beef on the street - hate you enough,blow out ya brain in ya casketDon't you love this drug element?Where slugs crush ya melon and domeChrome that's known to break bones in an elephantShotgun pellets and, gunsmoke; smell the scentBig bullets, wiggle ya guts like gelatinCut through ya skeleton, knockage intelligenceRide, stand, and bite the dustJake wanna be like a Russian cuffed on that Riker busWe raised in the slums, with haze in our lungsRaisin the guns, knowin;My day'll come, razors under the tongueClips in the steel, bricks in the wheels,chips in the field of fortuneDead men walkin with hits on the grillsLate night at the spot, posted with goons, dope and balloonsCoke and the doom, scheme; I'll leave you open with wounds niggaWitness G Rap put it back in perspectiveBeat up shit with a dash of the peppersGet blast for ya necklaceLeave ya brains on the dash in ya LexusWe up in the club, dash for the exitMake ya spread 'em out - show you what this lead aboutTake it from an old thug, whoever clean cold bloodBelieve they bled it out (yo)Crave for the war, pop out rages with foursHit the jackpot, blazin the raw - gettin bands in the pores*****es and whores with dick in their jawsThe frame drank sick of Valor, straight bandit spotOpen up shop, turn the block to "Planet Rock"Shit with no chop, slept with the glock with the hammer *****edServin the fiends, hop in the Suburban and leanLook at that don nigga swervin in Queens, playaBallin a lot, brawlin for props, callin the shotsHit the curb, birds all on the flockJockin, like "who that there covered in all of them rocks"It's royalty *****, fall on the *****, recognize oneGiacanna G Rap, that live one - pay homageGet it *****ed up, I spray comments, nigga what?!(Nigga what, it's the Curriculum!)[Canibus]Yo, e'rything is e'rything my niggaI ain't bitter, but if I gave you the finger it'd be behind the triggerFaggot-ass nigga livin in a gated communityUp in radio, tellin them what you gon' do to meI live in the 'burbs - clean my Winchesterevery other weekend with the same dirty Hanes shirtIt takes two to tango, three to jump ropeFour to bury the body, plus look out for po'Yo I guard everything within the limits of my postMy orders is to smoke you if you get to closeThe whole globe scared of my flow, spirit world scared of my soulNowadays it's like I'm scared to be knownThe methods of my motivation is completely subjectiveMy perception is completely parallel to perspectiveRhyming is the reason I spit in facesHabituation of my flamboyance without rational reservationWhiskey, X-Ray, yankee, Zulu, unusualWord-ologically my syllable position is beautifulOnly respect niggaz if the feeling is mutualG Rap snatch the tools from you, I'll throw 'em in the crucibleProlly throw you in there too, mix it up and make nigga-stewif you can't admit I'm iller than youBaby you sparred with the shadows, Canibus and G Rap yoMother*****er professionallin with the pros[Kool G Rap]Know it's, dough over hoes - bankrolls, Rovers and clothesand shots blow all them cowards and foesGiacanna proud with the pros, foul modeWe quick reachers, spear with the fearless til you drip litersFlip divas, the big secret, strip to they tits and beaverSip Cris' and sniff coke of the peeterYeah we ball big baby, look off the meterYou should see us, it's movie star statusScar lackers lost cabbage, rip the Pablo Escobar fabricsFroze the road we chose, not a pretty route, Diddied outGrimey and grittied out, stack dough, jiggy outDime *****es behavin like ya sex slave skizzied outSome nigga dizzy south, til he's out, busy mouthSwerve to the curb, hit the bird split the kitties outWe kidnap for trap - blackmail for a gang a millSpot banger himself, fishscale rocks under the fingernailsThe blood trail lead to a corpseTreat my appetite for greed with a torchFor keys to a Porsche, to breeze in the loftRoll up my hand sheets with the forceWe squeeze off, no need for remorse, playaForty wild goons, we forty CalhounsYou die forty foul dooms for forty coward movesBless sparkle, and spark until my shorty style rulesGiancanna dead? Widespread, I'll be a 40 mile tune niggaWhat, what nigga? The noble laureateComin at y'all niggaz..Uh.. 40-pound style nigga...
