Canibus, DZK, D12 - Air Strike (Pop Killer) lyrics

"Alright, we're about to blast the
Hell out of here"
"Rear, what's your position? Got 3-6 down
One two " "Okay"
"Here comes" "Holy!"
"But uh, like, honestly
I don't let them have
It yet, you know his little whatever
Like, barely peeped my radar, you know so
Hopefully, he'll do something better, like
Get my attention or whatever"
War Lab, call us haters all you want

Fuck it, call me a hater
Full blown instigator
Leavin niggas on intubators breathin
Like Darth Vader
I hate people that pack guns
But they don't bust 'em
Or bitches that come back to my
Room but they ain't fuckin
Pistol clutching, the Dozen
You heard it don't get is misconstrued
Whatever we do'll hit the news
Once we get the tools

If you’re an MC and you mention my name
In the wrong way, you draw first blood
I’m gonna come at you"

You pushed D12 to the side to sign Voltron 5
If Proof was alive, he'd be dyin' inside
You ain't no Hip-Hop messiah
You a bitch 'cause you dissed Mariah
Shit like that supposed to be private
I'ma fry you on behalf on Mariah and Michael
Put you back on them drugs, make you suicidal
You can't shut the record down
Nigga it's viral
When you use the word "nigga
" just remember your idols

I got a question, I'm white, can I join D12?
I'll sell you four million records then
I'll tell you go to hell
Leave Swifty in charge
Then remove all the stars
And make the group wish Bizarre
Shot pool in a bar
An assault lawyer stop the beat, suing us all
I really do hope you know who get involved
Cause I'm a fan and I'll get
You for a Nick Cannon dissin'
And you already know how
Fuckin' sick Canibus is

I hate a bitch-ass nigga just as
Much as I hate fags
I love goin' to war but I
Hate when they raise the flag
These niggas hittin' the streets
Spittin' venom on me
Then start renegin' the beef
I hate peace treaties
Forever yo' enemy I increase
Beef as Amityville's finest
Cause I don't believe in stoppin' violence
I'm a tyrant that'll snatch
My respect and scram
I use a Uzi cause I hate a Tec when it jams
I hate when dudes treat this
Like life a movie
Usin' rap as his excuse to do shit and
They only move keys in the booth
I piss on niggas hands, whoever's grown
Patches and tombstones
I hate 'em ass when I break into a home
I'm barefaced, I clap your cat, ransack it
That's what I'm wearin' black and I
Hate goin' out the back
So call me a hater, walkin' detonator
I ain't afraid to stick this blade into your
Fade in front of spectators

You're an emcee, big small it doesn't matter
No matter how big I get
I just want people to know

You the devil in a red dress on MTV
You signed more black people
Than a basketball team
What you trying to say subconsciously? You
Can't rock the beat like me
Consciously, you know I rock you to sleep
Slim Shady you a coward 'cause you
Scared to rap with me
The only black man you respect is 50
And the greatest rapper of all time
Was dead right and dead wrong
You shouldn't have even been on that song

He fell off so hard this
Faggot broke his accent
I'm flippin through the channels seein
Bruno get his ass sniffed
And I'm disgusted man
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Why'd you date Mariah? Mariah's
Not a fuckin' dude
You never even saw her nude and you busted
Too must have been thinkin 'bout
Your stepdad touchin' you
But that ain't nothin new
I asked your ugly crew
They verified it, so bitch quit lyin'

I remember the first time we met
I ain't even liked you
Walkin' around my video set like
You was in high school
It must excite you seeing
Black people being tribal
That's why Dr dre signed you
I bet you right now you got
A big rotten Rosenberg beside you
Trying to be just like your father
Inside you your Stan android fanboys need
To kill that noise
I know what you thinking, "kill that boy"

We leavin' Elvis funny money
Makin' pelvis shattered
Let's see you square dance now
Let's see you hold your bladder
Let's see you fire back Em
Where's the fire at it?
Suicide hotline time, go dial that
Put on that "8 Mile" hat
And write a vile track
Get at some people that can
Actually diss you back
No more target practice on retarded actors
And pop stars, Marshall you're not hard

"Whatever happens to me in this game
I've always got my ear to the street"
"Whatever happens to me in this game
I've always got my ear to the street"
"Whatever happens to me in this game
I've always got my ear to the street"

Renegade Schemenegade, you pink like lemonade
I've been better than you
Before Genesis was made
You ain't better than Black Thought
You ain't better than Mos Def
You ain't better than
Canibus, Professor Griff, hotep
So Renegade Schemenegade
You pink like lemonade
I penetrate through Halley's Comet
With metal blades
Yeah! You and I both know why I'm saying this
I hope Whoo Kid get fired for playing this

Get off, Nikolai Volkoff, mazel tov
Ready to show off
Fo'-fo'll blow your do' off
Blowin off steam, goin off the beam
Let the nine sing, bitch this ain't a dream
Bitch I'm the king, color me bad
Skinny jeans
What happened to the sag? You makin' me mad
Y'all a bunch of JJ Fags
Now who the fuck is bad?
Motherfucker I'm bad! Call me a hater

"I'm kinda doing this deliberately 'cause I
Wanted a reaction from him"
"Oh you want us to get him on
You two can go at it"
"Well, that would probably take up the
Whole hour and we don't
Have a lot of time so you can do that"
(Laughs) "Stink niggas and they go tattle
It tastes like when Eminem and
Canibus had a battle"
"But you can't invade me, though"