The C-quel Lyrics

The C-quel lyrics

(OVERLAP 1) 
"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 viscious, 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 niggaz in my career I've ran through" 
 
"At 1000 degrees celsius I make Emcees melt, 
f**k my record label I appear courtesy of myself" 
 
"Canibus is the type to fight for mics,  
beatin' niggaz to death and beatin' dead niggaz to life" 
 
"While you niggaz is babblin' my lyrics is travelin'  
like a javelin to stab you in the abdomen" 
 
"The intellectual athelete accurately rappin' so rapidly, 
Yet he makes perfect sense mathematically" 
 
"I walk the B-Lock withe the G-Lock, C-ocked,  
trynna' get the DR-op on the C-ops" 
 
"The Canibus is a animal with a mechanical mandible 
comin' to damage you spittin' understandable slang at you" 
 
"Rhymes richocet 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 ya'll, I'll spatter ya'll, 
against the muthaf**kin' wall with these raw lyrics I catapault 
 
"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 f**k if you rich or you poor 
Don't give a f**k if you got ya' picture in the Source of Forbes 
I don't give a f**k who won an award 
On stage tryna' 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 tryna' 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 bullcharge and crash in the wall 
 
 
(OVERLAP 2) 
"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" 
 
"f**k ya'll, 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 f**k is takin' so long 
Well I'm here now, verbal as* whippins bout to get shared out 
Wack niggas bout to get aired out 
Faggit niggas get they as* teared out 
Grab a wise man by his goatee and rip his f**kin' beard out 
Cold beat a niggas as* like Stout 
Then bust a shot in the muthaf**kin' 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 trynna' blaze ADATS, and if a nigga said my demo was wack? 
I'd beat his as* 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' as* 
Then I'll bust you wit' a shotgun blast 
It's not fun so I don't laugh 
To me this rap sh*t 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 unequivocably the illest killin' machine in the industry 
For the 20th century 
Trapped in a max security building 
Sufferin' from a severe illness called brillance (echoes)