Canibus, Journalist - Die Slow lyrics
[Canibus, Journalist - Die Slow lyrics]
Yo! Die slow! Yeah! Die slow!
You niggas better die slow! Uh! Die slow!
All you can do is die slow, nigga, die slow!
Die slow! Die slow! Die slow! Die slow!
All you can do is die slow! Yea!
Die slow! Die slow! Fuck ya'll!
Die slow! Die slow! Die slow, nigga
Die slow!
Yo, yo you against me no contest
My tongue hydraulics
Strong enough to flip a 64
Impala with 3 adult passengers
And a 400 pound driver
And drown you in less than an
Ounce of your own saliva
Rubberface rappers get
Stretched like elastic
Claymation characters wit verbal vernacular
Slappin' ya, like a white water rafter
Or a Olympic kayaker
Paddlin' across the Niagara
My afterburners'll be burnin' you after
Ya' body already been splashed with acid
And you turn to ashes
Assassins camouflaged in the grass blastin'
Leavin' blood all over ya'
Lady like Jackie Onassis
I'll fly ya' body outta Dallas
Perform plastic surgery while we
Airborne and switch caskets
Then lie to the masses
I'll tell 'em that you got murdered
Over some East West beef, between rappers
Radio stations'll express they sadness
Play classics back to back and pass
Out "Stop The Violence" pamphlets
Just imagine
Every night ya' girls fuckin' ya' best friend
While you in hell throwin' tantrums
I'll be lampin' in a mansion
Somewhere out in the Hamptons
Givin' some pretty ass bitch a spankin'
Nigga you can't win
I'm laughin' cause you a has-been
You can't get ya' groove back
So don't even bother askin' Angela Bassett
You just get ya' ass kicked
Get ya' head chopped off and
Dropped in a basket
My left arm's taken but my right one's free
That means I could diss
Another muthafuckin' emcee
Wit' rhymes that appear clearer
Than liquid crystal
My lyrical is more visual
Than television screen pixels
I fire pistols
Hit you wit' miniature missiles
Riddle ya' body wit' holes then
Watch the blood sprinkle
Ya probably had no idea what
You was gettin' into
On the mic, Can-IBus is invincible fuck you
Ayo, that nigga
(Die slow) got an attitude (Die slow)
Yeah he be actin rude (Die slow)
And he's always trying to battle you
(Die slow)
That last album was terrible (Die slow)
When he's on the radio
(Die slow) he never got a
Clean mouth (Die slow)
Yeah every time he freestyles (Die slow)
His words be gettin' bleeped out (Die slow)
You got the album?
Nah, I heard that shit was weak (Die slow)
You got the album? (Die slow)
I said it was weak! (Die slow)
But the shit don't come out till next week
(Die slow)
You know I like the nigga's beats (Die slow)
Yo that shit be soundin' bugged out
(Die slow)
Yo that nigga Bis dumbs out (Die slow)
He waited too long to come out
To you bitch niggas who talk a lot
But walk the block in halter tops
Left side of ya' chest, mark the spot
That's where a nigga put it when I'm hooded
Then fill you up wit big bullets
Prepare you for some channel 6 footage
Know what is, Me and Bis
Runnin' through ya courtyard
Creepin' wit a four-five and reachin
For ya' door knob
Throw a gun under ya' chin
See how quick your whore rise
One shot could have a thought slide
Right out the North side
Your whole flow is pork rind
Spit your small oinks i'm nasty
With my small joints gripped to ballpoints
Drop on top of the blue line
Right beside the red one
Keep the flow fearsome
'til the day my career done
Bring it to ya ass if
You the challengin' type
Especially those, surroundin' the mic
Soundin' alike to the Journ
Y'all ain't no suitable spitters
Shoot at you niggas
Lay you out in MD's, recoupin' ya' liver
Shoutin' my name
Best control the noise soldier boy
Or homicide be over you poys with Polaroids
Yea, yo
(Die slow) that nigga Journalist gets busy
Yo (Die slow)
I heard he from Philly yo (Die slow)
I seen him in Bis video (Die slow)
He's so skinny tho' (Die slow)
Now he's rollin' wit Canibus? (Die slow)
I don't even understand his shit (Die slow)
That nigga sounds like an amateur (Die slow)
Yo I heard Jay manage him (Die slow)
Yo he got some heavy gold shit (Die slow)
Man, that's some old shit (Die slow)
Yea the niggas that he roll wit'
(Die slow) probably let 'em
Hold it (Die slow)
He got a lotta Benji's (Die slow)
No, he don't! (Die slow)
Every time I see him in the back of
(Die slow) The Source, he look dingy!
You niggas better die slow! Uh! Die slow!
All you can do is die slow, nigga, die slow!
Die slow! Die slow! Die slow! Die slow!
All you can do is die slow! Yea!
Die slow! Die slow! Fuck ya'll!
Die slow! Die slow! Die slow, nigga
Die slow!
Yo, yo you against me no contest
My tongue hydraulics
Strong enough to flip a 64
Impala with 3 adult passengers
And a 400 pound driver
And drown you in less than an
Ounce of your own saliva
Rubberface rappers get
Stretched like elastic
Claymation characters wit verbal vernacular
Slappin' ya, like a white water rafter
Or a Olympic kayaker
Paddlin' across the Niagara
My afterburners'll be burnin' you after
Ya' body already been splashed with acid
And you turn to ashes
Assassins camouflaged in the grass blastin'
Leavin' blood all over ya'
Lady like Jackie Onassis
I'll fly ya' body outta Dallas
Perform plastic surgery while we
Airborne and switch caskets
Then lie to the masses
I'll tell 'em that you got murdered
Over some East West beef, between rappers
Radio stations'll express they sadness
Play classics back to back and pass
Out "Stop The Violence" pamphlets
Just imagine
Every night ya' girls fuckin' ya' best friend
While you in hell throwin' tantrums
I'll be lampin' in a mansion
Somewhere out in the Hamptons
Givin' some pretty ass bitch a spankin'
Nigga you can't win
I'm laughin' cause you a has-been
You can't get ya' groove back
So don't even bother askin' Angela Bassett
You just get ya' ass kicked
Get ya' head chopped off and
Dropped in a basket
My left arm's taken but my right one's free
That means I could diss
Another muthafuckin' emcee
Wit' rhymes that appear clearer
Than liquid crystal
My lyrical is more visual
Than television screen pixels
I fire pistols
Hit you wit' miniature missiles
Riddle ya' body wit' holes then
Watch the blood sprinkle
Ya probably had no idea what
You was gettin' into
On the mic, Can-IBus is invincible fuck you
Ayo, that nigga
(Die slow) got an attitude (Die slow)
Yeah he be actin rude (Die slow)
And he's always trying to battle you
(Die slow)
That last album was terrible (Die slow)
When he's on the radio
(Die slow) he never got a
Clean mouth (Die slow)
Yeah every time he freestyles (Die slow)
His words be gettin' bleeped out (Die slow)
You got the album?
Nah, I heard that shit was weak (Die slow)
You got the album? (Die slow)
I said it was weak! (Die slow)
But the shit don't come out till next week
(Die slow)
You know I like the nigga's beats (Die slow)
Yo that shit be soundin' bugged out
(Die slow)
Yo that nigga Bis dumbs out (Die slow)
He waited too long to come out
To you bitch niggas who talk a lot
But walk the block in halter tops
Left side of ya' chest, mark the spot
That's where a nigga put it when I'm hooded
Then fill you up wit big bullets
Prepare you for some channel 6 footage
Know what is, Me and Bis
Runnin' through ya courtyard
Creepin' wit a four-five and reachin
For ya' door knob
Throw a gun under ya' chin
See how quick your whore rise
One shot could have a thought slide
Right out the North side
Your whole flow is pork rind
Spit your small oinks i'm nasty
With my small joints gripped to ballpoints
Drop on top of the blue line
Right beside the red one
Keep the flow fearsome
'til the day my career done
Bring it to ya ass if
You the challengin' type
Especially those, surroundin' the mic
Soundin' alike to the Journ
Y'all ain't no suitable spitters
Shoot at you niggas
Lay you out in MD's, recoupin' ya' liver
Shoutin' my name
Best control the noise soldier boy
Or homicide be over you poys with Polaroids
Yea, yo
(Die slow) that nigga Journalist gets busy
Yo (Die slow)
I heard he from Philly yo (Die slow)
I seen him in Bis video (Die slow)
He's so skinny tho' (Die slow)
Now he's rollin' wit Canibus? (Die slow)
I don't even understand his shit (Die slow)
That nigga sounds like an amateur (Die slow)
Yo I heard Jay manage him (Die slow)
Yo he got some heavy gold shit (Die slow)
Man, that's some old shit (Die slow)
Yea the niggas that he roll wit'
(Die slow) probably let 'em
Hold it (Die slow)
He got a lotta Benji's (Die slow)
No, he don't! (Die slow)
Every time I see him in the back of
(Die slow) The Source, he look dingy!