Bags Crew, Canibus - Woof Tickets lyrics

Rock them the top of the head
Millions of people fall victim to bloodshed
I leave more dead, than a nuclear warhead
We'll all be killed
If I turn it up full tilt
God knows I got this rap shit
Sowed like a quilt
You probably wondering if I'm versatile
No question
My styles adapt like luxury car suspension
Kick the type of shit
That will blow a microphone to bit's
If it's close enough to kiss
I'll walk away with chap lips
I slap in clips, and get down
To the sounds of rounds
Hitting niggas, and niggas hitting the ground
Copperfield niggas disappear like magic
As soon as I pull the
Semi-automatic out the jacket
I got you illing
Like King-Kong was climbing your building
Movie directors recording me screaming
"Keep filming!"
They love to see me rock mics
'cause I rock it right
Curious people pause, like cars at stoplights
'Cause it's banging in a
Way you wouldn't believe
Just to rate my tape
You gotta combine five Source Magazines
That's twenty-five mics total
I got average niggas with four
Mics saying that I'm immortal
Fatal as carbon-monoxide
I gunshot you at your backside
From a bullet traveling Mach Nine