Canibus, Kool G Rap - Allied Meta-Forces lyrics

Yo, the shottie rip
Perforate the skin on top of your ribs
Red stuff come out his squibs
Like a Hollywood script
Bitch-niggas on the floor screaming
For mommy and shit cardiologists hook up the
Heart monitors quick
Thermometer temperature dips below 76
That's what you get for telling niggas
That you better than Bis
Not possible, if I can't pronounce it
It ain't rhymable
The audible probability probably
Ain't probable supreme rap, G Rap
Underground without a rule
Shopper proof, holding Hip-Hop for hostage
'bout to shoot
Helicopters stabilized at low altitudes
Talking to the negotiator
Laying out the rules
In a tight compromise salute


Road-block with troops
Under orders not to shoot
But they break ya vertebrae with boots
Ten o'clock news flash, Bis and G Rap
All punch bullets are looking for
Them niggas in black
Lean back in the avocado El Dorado
Passing the bottle
Speaking Japanese like Nomi Masho
She got a banging body
Cold sushi with warm saki
If I'm rappin sloppy, she got me

Welcome to my world, danger and hazards
Gang of bastards, banging they ratchets
'Caine in the jacket, slanging in traffic
Claiming they cabbage, obtain half
'cause they aiming for static
Get brains from the addict
Keep blinging with karats
Cops aiming the 'matics, then let
Ya dame have it, flames to the attic
The stains on ya fabric
The paint in the graphic
Canibus and G Rap banging a classic
And if that beef on the
Street hate you enough
Blow out ya brain in ya casket
Don't you love this drug element?
Where slugs crush ya melon and dome
Chrome that's known to break
Bones in an elephant
Shotgun pellets and, gunsmoke
Smell the scent
Big bullets, wiggle ya guts like gelatin
Cut through ya skeleton
Knock out ya intelligence
Ride, stand and bite the dust
Jake wanna be like a Russian
Cuffed on that Riker bus
We raised in the slums with haze in our lungs
Raisin the guns, knowin
My day'll come, razors under the tongue
Clips in the steel, bricks in the wheels
Chips in the field of fortune
Dead men walking with hit's on the grills
Late night at the spot, posted with goons
Dope and balloons coke and the doom
Scheme I'll leave you open with wounds nigga
Witness G Rap put it back in perspective
Beat up shit with a dash of the peppers
Get blast for ya necklace
Leave ya brains on the dash in ya Lexus
We up in the club, dash for the exit
Make ya spread 'em out
Show you what this lead about
Take it from an old thug
Whoever clean cold blood
Believe they bled it out
Crave for the war, pop out Ranges with fours
Hit the jackpot, blazing the raw
Getting bands in the pores
Bitches and whores with dick in their jaws
The frame drank sick of Valor
Straight bandit spot
Open up shop, turn the block to Planet Rock
Shit with no chop
Slept with the Glock with the hammer cocked
Serving the fiends
Hop in the Suburban and lean
Look at that don nigga swerving in Queens
Player balling a lot, brawling for props
Calling the shots
Hit the curb, birds all on the flock
Jockin, like "who that there covered
In all of them rocks"
It's royalty bitch, fall on the cock
Recognize one
G Rap Giancana, that live one, pay homage
Get it fucked up, I spray comments
Nigga what?!
(Nigga what, it's the Curriculum)

Yo, my e'rything is e'rything my nigga
I ain't bitter
But, if I gave you the finger
It'd be behind the trigger
Faggot-ass nigga living in a gated community
Up in radio
Telling them what you gon' do to me
I live in the 'burbs
Clean my Winchester every other weekend with
The same dirty Hanes shirt
It takes two to tango, three to jump rope
Four to bury the body, plus look out for po'
Yo I guard everything within the
Limit's of my post my orders is to smoke you
If you get too close
The whole globe scared of my flow
Spirit world scared of my soul
Nowadays it's like I'm scared to be known
The methods of my motivation
Is completely subjective
My perception is completely
Parallel to perspective
Rhyming is the reason I spit in faces
Habituation of my flamboyance
Without rational reservation
Whiskey, X-Ray, yankee, Zulu, unusual
Word-ologically my syllable position
Is beautiful
Only respect niggas if the feeling is mutual
G Rap snatch the jewels from you
I'll throw 'em in the crucible
Prolly throw you in there too
Mix it up and make nigga-stew
If you can't admit I'm iller than you
Baby, you sparred with the shadows
Canibus and G Rap bro
Motherfucker professionalling with the pro's

Know it's, dough over hoes, bankrolls
Rovers and clothes
And shots blow all them cowards and foes
Giancana proud with the pros, foul mode
We quick reachers
Spear with the fearless til you drip liters
Flip divas, the big secret
Strip to they tit's and beaver
Sip Cris' and sniff coke of the peeter
Yeah we ball big baby, look off the meter
You should see us, it's movie star status
Scar lackers lost cabbage
Rip the Pablo Escobar fabrics
Froze the road we chose, not a pretty route
Diddied out
Grimey and grittied out, stack dough
Jiggy out dime bitches behavin like ya
Sex slave skizzied out
Some nigga dizzy south, til he's out
Busy mouth swerve to the curb
Hit the bird split the kitties out
We kidnap for trap - blackmail
For a gang a mill spot banger himself
Fishscale rocks under the fingernails
The blood trail lead to a corpse
Treat my appetite for greed with a torch
For keys to a Porsche, to breeze in the loft
Roll up my hand sheets with the force
We squeeze off, no need for remorse, playa
Forty wild goons, with forty Calhouns
You die forty foul dooms
For forty coward moves bless sparkle
And spark until my shorty style rules
Giancana dead? Widespread
I'll be a 40 mile tune nigga
What, what nigga? The noble laureate
Coming at y'all niggas
Uh 40-pound style nigga