Canibus, Classic Pak - October 23rd lyrics
[Canibus, Classic Pak - October 23rd lyrics]
Your rhymes are far from impressive
You got me snoring and I'm
Not even a narcoleptic
I gotta give you credit
You look like a garbage pail kid descendent
I used to collect them and
I see the resemblance
I'll give you ten cents for every
Time you spit ten bars do it five times
You got enough to buy a candy bar
Let me hear some more, you ripped it God
Here's a penny, now get the
Fuck out of my face, you fraud
Niggas better raise the standards
Or get the fuck off campus
‘Cause you can't even talk to Canibus
Moved all over the place
I used to rhyme over Miami Bass
But kept moving state to state
I'm a rogue, I'm a warrior on the road
Like them CIA moles, living in shadows
A highly hazardous negro
With a patented flow
Crazier than a Hollywood actor
Would act on coke i ain't no joke, ask Rakim
I wouldn't share the spotlight
With anybody but him
And the Four Horsemen, the Yang and Yin
We open the can of big
Bang theory all over again
As deadly as a cobra fang
Puncturing your blood vein
Or Mad Max behind the wheel of a Mustang
Puffing a hundred and twenty nine octane
Enough thrust to achieve
Flight like prop-planes
Armed to the teeth like tanks in Iran
Driving like Terminator two
Through block lanes
You wanna be a thug, you better watch it man
Getting shot can't help u feel 2Pac's pain
After the autopsy they'll just
Pull out your brain put it in a jar you
Probably won't feel a thing
They go straight to the pawn
Shop and pawn your bling
This rap industry is such a morbid thing
Country singers live different
Their fans got more commitment
They get bigger shipments, big difference
It's a big fitness
And we can learn something
Why would you want to rap
Forever and earn nothing
I rap like the end of the earth is coming
Grab the mic and act like
I wanna murder something
Cursing, fighting or busting like
A drunken Russian show me a wack emcee and
I promise I'll bust him
You got me snoring and I'm
Not even a narcoleptic
I gotta give you credit
You look like a garbage pail kid descendent
I used to collect them and
I see the resemblance
I'll give you ten cents for every
Time you spit ten bars do it five times
You got enough to buy a candy bar
Let me hear some more, you ripped it God
Here's a penny, now get the
Fuck out of my face, you fraud
Niggas better raise the standards
Or get the fuck off campus
‘Cause you can't even talk to Canibus
Moved all over the place
I used to rhyme over Miami Bass
But kept moving state to state
I'm a rogue, I'm a warrior on the road
Like them CIA moles, living in shadows
A highly hazardous negro
With a patented flow
Crazier than a Hollywood actor
Would act on coke i ain't no joke, ask Rakim
I wouldn't share the spotlight
With anybody but him
And the Four Horsemen, the Yang and Yin
We open the can of big
Bang theory all over again
As deadly as a cobra fang
Puncturing your blood vein
Or Mad Max behind the wheel of a Mustang
Puffing a hundred and twenty nine octane
Enough thrust to achieve
Flight like prop-planes
Armed to the teeth like tanks in Iran
Driving like Terminator two
Through block lanes
You wanna be a thug, you better watch it man
Getting shot can't help u feel 2Pac's pain
After the autopsy they'll just
Pull out your brain put it in a jar you
Probably won't feel a thing
They go straight to the pawn
Shop and pawn your bling
This rap industry is such a morbid thing
Country singers live different
Their fans got more commitment
They get bigger shipments, big difference
It's a big fitness
And we can learn something
Why would you want to rap
Forever and earn nothing
I rap like the end of the earth is coming
Grab the mic and act like
I wanna murder something
Cursing, fighting or busting like
A drunken Russian show me a wack emcee and
I promise I'll bust him