Canibus, Presto, Skarlet Rose, Blaq Poet - Do It Live! lyrics
[Canibus, Presto, Skarlet Rose, Blaq Poet - Do It Live! lyrics]
I can't do it, we'll do it live
We'll do it live! Do it live! I'll write it
And we'll do it live! Fucking thing sucks!
It a slaughter, nigga
Mickey and Malary style
Y'all niggas is dead
And people calling me foul
Cross you off the list, and chuck you over
Let's get this shit settled
Right here and right now
I got this hard shit in a smash
I'm about the cash
Stop looking nigga, I'm the last
Motherfucker, you gon' meet like this
Turn your day pitch black
Like I clicked the light switch
The beatle stickle played it Run
Up in the chamer
In the clip there remained the
Blastin off in anger the black monster
Strike like the black momba
Have you motherfuckers running home
To your momma stay in your fucking place
You know that I'm an ace
If not, get the taste out your fucking face
Everything I say, I mean it
I'm a black motherfucker
Straight outta Queensbridge
Drama in the city, streets is pretty
We asking God for mercy but
He showing you no pity
You hope for a miracle
When your fate was cynical
The only thing that mattered was if
You had your pistol full
Sit back, uncontrolled rages
Playing on different stages
Rocking live vibes be contagious
Who we are, cats who die
Never make it too far
We're quick to talk about things we
Should've done and never did it
Things we started and never finished
Children look at us with empty wishes
They growing up with no restrictions
I wonder why
Miscommunication, across the great states
Blood flows down heaven's gates
And we await our torturous fates
But only those with knowledge seem
To see it biblically it's a harsh reality
Mentality unholy matromonies
Your true boys is true phonies
Shadows creepin while you're sleepin
Young widows weepin
Trust in these cats when you meet them
This teach men before they descend
(awaiting to be finished)
The appetite of megaladon pumping
Steroids in his arm
His upper torso is bigger than yours
Brave men will die
Women will cry over the genocide
But don't cry, dry your eye
My left brain twenty percent
My right brain is more than that
My pituitary gland is on crack
That's why they barely understand
Where I'm at
And why I rap, they say it's wack
It's not wise to react, why's that
Cause consciously I'm black
Subconsciously I'm darker than that
The most controversial artist in rap
When I step with my lyrics
I force them to fall back
I was wounded in combat
And still crawled back
Do it right the first time
I don't ever have to do it again
Unless I rehearse it again and again
Rotating floating spheres like
Clockwork rotating gears
Counter-clockwise collating what you hear
Over here, don't repeat what you heard
Just remember what you learned
Remember the last time you got burned
Qualitative analysis is not enough
To quantify Canibus but do it live if you
Think you can handle this
We'll do it live! Do it live! I'll write it
And we'll do it live! Fucking thing sucks!
It a slaughter, nigga
Mickey and Malary style
Y'all niggas is dead
And people calling me foul
Cross you off the list, and chuck you over
Let's get this shit settled
Right here and right now
I got this hard shit in a smash
I'm about the cash
Stop looking nigga, I'm the last
Motherfucker, you gon' meet like this
Turn your day pitch black
Like I clicked the light switch
The beatle stickle played it Run
Up in the chamer
In the clip there remained the
Blastin off in anger the black monster
Strike like the black momba
Have you motherfuckers running home
To your momma stay in your fucking place
You know that I'm an ace
If not, get the taste out your fucking face
Everything I say, I mean it
I'm a black motherfucker
Straight outta Queensbridge
Drama in the city, streets is pretty
We asking God for mercy but
He showing you no pity
You hope for a miracle
When your fate was cynical
The only thing that mattered was if
You had your pistol full
Sit back, uncontrolled rages
Playing on different stages
Rocking live vibes be contagious
Who we are, cats who die
Never make it too far
We're quick to talk about things we
Should've done and never did it
Things we started and never finished
Children look at us with empty wishes
They growing up with no restrictions
I wonder why
Miscommunication, across the great states
Blood flows down heaven's gates
And we await our torturous fates
But only those with knowledge seem
To see it biblically it's a harsh reality
Mentality unholy matromonies
Your true boys is true phonies
Shadows creepin while you're sleepin
Young widows weepin
Trust in these cats when you meet them
This teach men before they descend
(awaiting to be finished)
The appetite of megaladon pumping
Steroids in his arm
His upper torso is bigger than yours
Brave men will die
Women will cry over the genocide
But don't cry, dry your eye
My left brain twenty percent
My right brain is more than that
My pituitary gland is on crack
That's why they barely understand
Where I'm at
And why I rap, they say it's wack
It's not wise to react, why's that
Cause consciously I'm black
Subconsciously I'm darker than that
The most controversial artist in rap
When I step with my lyrics
I force them to fall back
I was wounded in combat
And still crawled back
Do it right the first time
I don't ever have to do it again
Unless I rehearse it again and again
Rotating floating spheres like
Clockwork rotating gears
Counter-clockwise collating what you hear
Over here, don't repeat what you heard
Just remember what you learned
Remember the last time you got burned
Qualitative analysis is not enough
To quantify Canibus but do it live if you
Think you can handle this