Canibus, Born Sun, Dylan Dilinjah - I'm a Threat lyrics
[Canibus, Born Sun, Dylan Dilinjah - I'm a Threat lyrics]
Now all you respect me because I'm a threat
You sleeping and you slept
'til you see infrared
Now when the gun starts you hope for my set
You should be worried because I'm
Coming for your neck
Yo, big black and burly my buzz cut curly
Spend a weekend at Bernies with
Me and a 30-30
Shot group not tight, I readjusted the sight
On the Dillinger
Spin cylinders and bust the pipe
Garrison personnel up in the
Hamburger Hill Hotel
I roll an L and call Dylan's cell
(Ayo Wha'gwan, who dis?)
I'm in the backyard shooting
Beer bottles off bricks
Now the shot group tight
I readjusted the sight on the Dillinger
Spin cylinders and bust the pipe
Well I'm drinkin' some rum mix
It up with chum
Load it up the big gun for big fish come
Pirates from the Caribbean
Jankrow citizenship
Mercenaries on some militant shit
We ride modified Sea-Doos, two man crews
Of three dudes
Shout to number one fire team too
Born Sun, I'm strapped with a homicide rap
My clap murder the track
Do my bid and come back
Shark tooth thumb tacks
Bullet proof tires with run flat
With a bellowed shell and gun claps
Run through Hell with hunchbacks
In an 18 wheeler
Pictures of Jesus Christ on the mud flaps
Two-twos with tattoos
Supernatural black jewels
Gezundheit, gats get at you
In ripped jeans and chains I'm
A slave to the rhythm
Obama is the prez but I
Voted for Shirley Chisholm that's my word
Rappers slip on my slick words
I eat bars, shoot metaphors and spit verbs
Heavyweight hardware bruises and wrist furs
I get pissed off, lick off and spit yearn
South African in the Vatican getting arrogant
Soundclash again
Make a ghost of David Rodigan
You sleeping and you slept
'til you see infrared
Now when the gun starts you hope for my set
You should be worried because I'm
Coming for your neck
Yo, big black and burly my buzz cut curly
Spend a weekend at Bernies with
Me and a 30-30
Shot group not tight, I readjusted the sight
On the Dillinger
Spin cylinders and bust the pipe
Garrison personnel up in the
Hamburger Hill Hotel
I roll an L and call Dylan's cell
(Ayo Wha'gwan, who dis?)
I'm in the backyard shooting
Beer bottles off bricks
Now the shot group tight
I readjusted the sight on the Dillinger
Spin cylinders and bust the pipe
Well I'm drinkin' some rum mix
It up with chum
Load it up the big gun for big fish come
Pirates from the Caribbean
Jankrow citizenship
Mercenaries on some militant shit
We ride modified Sea-Doos, two man crews
Of three dudes
Shout to number one fire team too
Born Sun, I'm strapped with a homicide rap
My clap murder the track
Do my bid and come back
Shark tooth thumb tacks
Bullet proof tires with run flat
With a bellowed shell and gun claps
Run through Hell with hunchbacks
In an 18 wheeler
Pictures of Jesus Christ on the mud flaps
Two-twos with tattoos
Supernatural black jewels
Gezundheit, gats get at you
In ripped jeans and chains I'm
A slave to the rhythm
Obama is the prez but I
Voted for Shirley Chisholm that's my word
Rappers slip on my slick words
I eat bars, shoot metaphors and spit verbs
Heavyweight hardware bruises and wrist furs
I get pissed off, lick off and spit yearn
South African in the Vatican getting arrogant
Soundclash again
Make a ghost of David Rodigan