Canibus - The C-Quel lyrics
[Canibus - The C-Quel lyrics]
"I'll battle you on the net
I'll battle you in the flesh
I'll battle you over the phone
You can call me collect"
"Verbally vicious, telekinetically gifted
Took a minute to exhibit that
I'm sick with it"
"Have you any idea what I'll
Do to crews like you how many niggas in my
Career I've ran through"
"At a thousand degrees Celsius
I make MC's melt fuck my record label I
Appear courtesy of myself"
"Canibus is the type to fight for mics
Beatin' niggas to death and beatin'
Dead niggas to life"
"While you niggas is babblin'
My lyrics is travelin' like a javelin
To stab you in the abdomen"
"The intellectual athlete accurately
Rappin' so rapidly
Yet he makes perfect sense mathematically"
"I walk the B-Lock withe the G-Lock, C-ocked
Tryna' get the DR-op on the C-ops"
"The Canibus is a animal
With a mechanical mandible
Comin' to damage you spittin'
Understandable slang at you"
"Rhymes ricochet off the inner
Walls of my lungs
And go past the tongue faster than
Bullets come out of guns
"Whenever the head is severed from the human
Body with a sharp enough weapon
The brain remains conscious for 10 seconds"
"What's the matter with ya'll
I'll spatter ya'll
Against the muthafuckin' wall with these
Raw lyrics I catapult
"I'll hop into the back seat
Of a cab and rhyme
Til' the meter says 9, 9, 9, 9"
Yea, it's the C-Quel, the C-Quel, Yo!
I'm hardcore from the nappy
Follicles in my pores
To every single pore in my skull
Hard from my mouth to my jaws
From my jaws to my torso
Where my organs are stored
And from my balls in my draws to the floor
I pray to God they hurry up
And start the third World War
So I can start World War IV and murder us all
I don't give a fuck if you rich or you poor
Don't give a fuck if you got ya'
Picture in The Source or Forbes
I don't give a fuck who won an award
On stage tryna' thank God I'll chop
They tongue off with a sword
Let they blood pour all on the floor
If it ain't a cordless
They gettin' punched in the jaw
And hung wit' the cord
I'll leave they corpse stiff as a board
Like frozen meat tryna' thaw then
Bury em under the morgue
Gettin' in my way is like jumpin'
In front of a car
Breakin' the sound barrier
That means the car is in front of the horn
By the time you hear it blowin'
It's too late to respond
By the time you feel it hit you, I'm gone
I'll send ya' to hell where you belong
So by the time ya' body hit's the floor
Ya' spirit won't be in it no more
Who could flow for 4 minutes or more
Without breaks, without mistakes
Without flaws i got millions of styles and
I mastered em all
A metaphor matador fast enough to make the
Bull charge and crash in the wall
"Whoever grabs the mic after me'll get booed
Get everything in the club thrown
At you and ya' crew"
"I'm the illest nigga alive
Watch me prove it
I'll snatch ya crown with ya
Head still attached to it"
"I battle you for the respect
I'll battle you over a blank check
I'll battle you with a gun to my neck"
"Ambushin' emcees
Jumpin' out the trees like Vietnamese
In fatigues covered with leaves" "Next year
You'll be walkin' around the "How
Can I Be Down" conference with a laminate
That said "I Got Shitted-On By Canibus""
"Turn ya' head round gimme the cheddar
I'd rather be a lion for a day
Than a lamb who lives forever" "Fuck ya'll
You don't impress me and no one can test me
An emcee so ill I got
AIDS scared to catch me"
Canibus is what the hardcore
Niggas is waitin' on
Debatin' on, what the fuck is takin' so long
Well I'm here now
Verbal ass whippin's bout to get shared out
Wack niggas bout to get aired out
Faggot niggas get they ass teared out
Grab a wise man by his goatee
And rip his fuckin' beard out
Cold beat a nigga's ass like Stout
Then bust a shot in the muthafuckin'
Courtroom and watch it clear out
A hundred thousand mile warranty
Metaphorically
I'll use a hundred thousand styles
And murder you orally
I took a lion on tour wit' me
Made him respect authority
Smacked him in the head for tryna' roar at me
Lyrics got my undivided loyalty
And there ain't nothin' on this God damn
Planet that's worth more to me
In the name of Hip-Hop
Niggas could corner me, torture me
Slice me then stitch me up like embroidery
Way back before gold-plated male and female
RCA jacks was used for crystal clear playback
I was tryna' blaze ADATS
And if a nigga said my demo was wack?
I'd beat his ass and took my tape back
Anybody get outta' line
Get they face slapped quick fast
The Can-IBus'll buss yo' ass
Then I'll bust you wit' a shotgun blast
It's not fun so I don't laugh
To me this rap shit is as serious as
The death of a loved one
You know how you be feelin' sad
That's how I feel when I grab
The microphone but niggas don't understand
Canibus is unequivocally the illest killin'
Machine in the industry for the 20th century
Trapped in a max security building
Sufferin' from a severe
Illness called brilliance
I'll battle you in the flesh
I'll battle you over the phone
You can call me collect"
"Verbally vicious, telekinetically gifted
Took a minute to exhibit that
I'm sick with it"
"Have you any idea what I'll
Do to crews like you how many niggas in my
Career I've ran through"
"At a thousand degrees Celsius
I make MC's melt fuck my record label I
Appear courtesy of myself"
"Canibus is the type to fight for mics
Beatin' niggas to death and beatin'
Dead niggas to life"
"While you niggas is babblin'
My lyrics is travelin' like a javelin
To stab you in the abdomen"
"The intellectual athlete accurately
Rappin' so rapidly
Yet he makes perfect sense mathematically"
"I walk the B-Lock withe the G-Lock, C-ocked
Tryna' get the DR-op on the C-ops"
"The Canibus is a animal
With a mechanical mandible
Comin' to damage you spittin'
Understandable slang at you"
"Rhymes ricochet off the inner
Walls of my lungs
And go past the tongue faster than
Bullets come out of guns
"Whenever the head is severed from the human
Body with a sharp enough weapon
The brain remains conscious for 10 seconds"
"What's the matter with ya'll
I'll spatter ya'll
Against the muthafuckin' wall with these
Raw lyrics I catapult
"I'll hop into the back seat
Of a cab and rhyme
Til' the meter says 9, 9, 9, 9"
Yea, it's the C-Quel, the C-Quel, Yo!
I'm hardcore from the nappy
Follicles in my pores
To every single pore in my skull
Hard from my mouth to my jaws
From my jaws to my torso
Where my organs are stored
And from my balls in my draws to the floor
I pray to God they hurry up
And start the third World War
So I can start World War IV and murder us all
I don't give a fuck if you rich or you poor
Don't give a fuck if you got ya'
Picture in The Source or Forbes
I don't give a fuck who won an award
On stage tryna' thank God I'll chop
They tongue off with a sword
Let they blood pour all on the floor
If it ain't a cordless
They gettin' punched in the jaw
And hung wit' the cord
I'll leave they corpse stiff as a board
Like frozen meat tryna' thaw then
Bury em under the morgue
Gettin' in my way is like jumpin'
In front of a car
Breakin' the sound barrier
That means the car is in front of the horn
By the time you hear it blowin'
It's too late to respond
By the time you feel it hit you, I'm gone
I'll send ya' to hell where you belong
So by the time ya' body hit's the floor
Ya' spirit won't be in it no more
Who could flow for 4 minutes or more
Without breaks, without mistakes
Without flaws i got millions of styles and
I mastered em all
A metaphor matador fast enough to make the
Bull charge and crash in the wall
"Whoever grabs the mic after me'll get booed
Get everything in the club thrown
At you and ya' crew"
"I'm the illest nigga alive
Watch me prove it
I'll snatch ya crown with ya
Head still attached to it"
"I battle you for the respect
I'll battle you over a blank check
I'll battle you with a gun to my neck"
"Ambushin' emcees
Jumpin' out the trees like Vietnamese
In fatigues covered with leaves" "Next year
You'll be walkin' around the "How
Can I Be Down" conference with a laminate
That said "I Got Shitted-On By Canibus""
"Turn ya' head round gimme the cheddar
I'd rather be a lion for a day
Than a lamb who lives forever" "Fuck ya'll
You don't impress me and no one can test me
An emcee so ill I got
AIDS scared to catch me"
Canibus is what the hardcore
Niggas is waitin' on
Debatin' on, what the fuck is takin' so long
Well I'm here now
Verbal ass whippin's bout to get shared out
Wack niggas bout to get aired out
Faggot niggas get they ass teared out
Grab a wise man by his goatee
And rip his fuckin' beard out
Cold beat a nigga's ass like Stout
Then bust a shot in the muthafuckin'
Courtroom and watch it clear out
A hundred thousand mile warranty
Metaphorically
I'll use a hundred thousand styles
And murder you orally
I took a lion on tour wit' me
Made him respect authority
Smacked him in the head for tryna' roar at me
Lyrics got my undivided loyalty
And there ain't nothin' on this God damn
Planet that's worth more to me
In the name of Hip-Hop
Niggas could corner me, torture me
Slice me then stitch me up like embroidery
Way back before gold-plated male and female
RCA jacks was used for crystal clear playback
I was tryna' blaze ADATS
And if a nigga said my demo was wack?
I'd beat his ass and took my tape back
Anybody get outta' line
Get they face slapped quick fast
The Can-IBus'll buss yo' ass
Then I'll bust you wit' a shotgun blast
It's not fun so I don't laugh
To me this rap shit is as serious as
The death of a loved one
You know how you be feelin' sad
That's how I feel when I grab
The microphone but niggas don't understand
Canibus is unequivocally the illest killin'
Machine in the industry for the 20th century
Trapped in a max security building
Sufferin' from a severe
Illness called brilliance