Canibus, K-Solo - There Has He Been lyrics
[Canibus, K-Solo - There Has He Been lyrics]
Yea, Mic Club and Waste Management
Javelin Fangz wolfGang, sharp fangz
Yea
The vocalist with osmosis spit
Canibus on some robust robot shit
You're not fit, drop
Give me fifty bars of spit
950 more bars just to talk to the kid
They just rappers I'm a cloud of
Galactic matter comin' at ya
Like radar or race car spelt backwards
The mirror image of the emperor's lyrics
Concubines are forbidden to compare
It until I finish
The magnetic patient will record
The same thing
While erasin' the lost dynasty of Beijing
Spittin' rhymes cause significant
Mission lapse time you'll be fine
Don't rewind move onto the next line
Three bogies 10 o'clock high
I die if I do not try
Ostriches are not supposed to fly
Fighter pilots with no eyelids
Did you see what I just did?
Hydraulic pressure gettin' as high as a bitch
Textbook vertical spin, landed on the wing
I'm in the evil bald Eagle strike you again
Yuri Gagarin
I met him when we he came to Heaven
My first guest from terra
Firma Passage Magellan
I didn't hesitate to tell him
2012 you police yourselves
As Earth travels through the gravity belt
And I can offer you no help
The Period of Purification can be described
As somethin' you call Hell
Yeah, S-P-E-L-L, R-A-P-E-L down to W-E-L-L
Wolfgang countdown!
Start at your head
I end it quick and end your ass
Send your career on a collision
Course then you'll crash
I'mma laugh mothafucker
It's gon' only get worse
You'll hit a tree and you go
Flyin' through your window headfirst
Foes come in the white mink
Leave in the red fur
Get your fuckin' ass kicked
Leave with your head hurt
Beef with me equals dead thugs
Even when I'm fuckin' sleep
Stomp out you bedbugs the Hitman buck quick
One thing I can't stand in this rap game
Is a bitch ass who suck dick
Rap too good for the hood, who's the don?
And they said I'd never make
It without help from
You know who but I proved them wrong
Even without money in my pocket
I still move along
And I'm happy Canibus got me to do this song
I was never assed out my
Label's the only label
And the mothafuckin' world is able
To take the trash out call me sweet
Big Kevin I fuck a bitch 'til she pass out
I got hands too when I cum
A lot of niggas don't wanna back out
Dirty niggas, they gon' pull a mac out
Cause, I rap grapple and box
Make competition tap out
I put it down I cut them down (cut them down)
You know I'm known to shut them down
Dudes is jokin', I laugh
Take cash cause they clowns
If they got beef with that I
Get Canibus to spray the rounds
Take them down I'm the Godfather
Long Island music here to take the crown
Breeze through, enemies quiet
They don't make a sound
Get a bucket of red blood, paint the town
I'm a beast, when I walk I shake the ground
Who hatin' now? Who hatin'
Now? Who hatin' now?
Javelin Fangz wolfGang, sharp fangz
Yea
The vocalist with osmosis spit
Canibus on some robust robot shit
You're not fit, drop
Give me fifty bars of spit
950 more bars just to talk to the kid
They just rappers I'm a cloud of
Galactic matter comin' at ya
Like radar or race car spelt backwards
The mirror image of the emperor's lyrics
Concubines are forbidden to compare
It until I finish
The magnetic patient will record
The same thing
While erasin' the lost dynasty of Beijing
Spittin' rhymes cause significant
Mission lapse time you'll be fine
Don't rewind move onto the next line
Three bogies 10 o'clock high
I die if I do not try
Ostriches are not supposed to fly
Fighter pilots with no eyelids
Did you see what I just did?
Hydraulic pressure gettin' as high as a bitch
Textbook vertical spin, landed on the wing
I'm in the evil bald Eagle strike you again
Yuri Gagarin
I met him when we he came to Heaven
My first guest from terra
Firma Passage Magellan
I didn't hesitate to tell him
2012 you police yourselves
As Earth travels through the gravity belt
And I can offer you no help
The Period of Purification can be described
As somethin' you call Hell
Yeah, S-P-E-L-L, R-A-P-E-L down to W-E-L-L
Wolfgang countdown!
Start at your head
I end it quick and end your ass
Send your career on a collision
Course then you'll crash
I'mma laugh mothafucker
It's gon' only get worse
You'll hit a tree and you go
Flyin' through your window headfirst
Foes come in the white mink
Leave in the red fur
Get your fuckin' ass kicked
Leave with your head hurt
Beef with me equals dead thugs
Even when I'm fuckin' sleep
Stomp out you bedbugs the Hitman buck quick
One thing I can't stand in this rap game
Is a bitch ass who suck dick
Rap too good for the hood, who's the don?
And they said I'd never make
It without help from
You know who but I proved them wrong
Even without money in my pocket
I still move along
And I'm happy Canibus got me to do this song
I was never assed out my
Label's the only label
And the mothafuckin' world is able
To take the trash out call me sweet
Big Kevin I fuck a bitch 'til she pass out
I got hands too when I cum
A lot of niggas don't wanna back out
Dirty niggas, they gon' pull a mac out
Cause, I rap grapple and box
Make competition tap out
I put it down I cut them down (cut them down)
You know I'm known to shut them down
Dudes is jokin', I laugh
Take cash cause they clowns
If they got beef with that I
Get Canibus to spray the rounds
Take them down I'm the Godfather
Long Island music here to take the crown
Breeze through, enemies quiet
They don't make a sound
Get a bucket of red blood, paint the town
I'm a beast, when I walk I shake the ground
Who hatin' now? Who hatin'
Now? Who hatin' now?