Diabolic, Canibus - In Common lyrics

Yo, get the fuck back! You got a
Liar and a thief combined with
A beast from the east what the
Fuck you think's gonna happen? Canibus
Let em' know!

Canibus and Diabolic get busy when we rhymin'
And that's what we got in common

Yo, yo, yo i know how far this could go
But, I'm not willing to go far
As long as you know
I'd rather dump you off of the speed-boat
Your trench coat float while you
Bleed slow you already know
I check my PO box with a robot
I got a ammo can in the
Corner full of old Glocks
Aight, breathe adjust to the beat
Adjust to the speed of Canibus, the MC
The library of binary words
I rhyme surprise many
But few realize, if any
You navigate through a constellation of bars
If it does not madden, you will be a god
If it does not sadden, then you will be awed
But they are on their way to capture you
So be on your guard
The world I live in is different
From the world you been in
But, I stay committed and still spit it
The microphone is a psychotic object
Those who don't spit hot shit will
Get shocked and drop it
I'll be there in the morning
To collect your belongings
If I have to knock more than once
You'll be sorry
The door sign reads: enter or die
That's when I wrote the
Hundred-thousand bar rhyme
So ask Canibus he ain't understanding this
Cause ninety-nine percent of his
Fans ain't shit
And ninety-nine percent of his
Fans didn't think
That ninety-nine percent of the
Planet can't spit
But Diabolic 'bout to show you
How we handle this
Diabolic and Canibus sample this
Canibus and Diabolic get busy when we rhymin'
And that's what we got in common

Yo, ladies rock your body while
'Bolic cocks a shottie
And pops these prima donnas
Posing for the paparazzi if not
I'll prolly hop inside a stolen Maserati
Goin' kamikaze like a pilot
Sent from Nagasaki that's why doctors got me
On some anti-psychotics
My logic's "If I die
'Bolic's sales sky-rocket"
This high-wattage made corpses rise
From pine boxes with the fire in their eye
Sockets like they Cyclops's
By God, this man lost his damn mind and
Buried his head in the sand
To plant some landmines
I worry the feds had planned
To scan our land lines
Instead, mankind embrace fags who can't rhyme
So for the last time
I refuse to rap it's worthless
'Til I land a better deal
Than the Louisiana Purchase
My purpose is to scratch the
Surface 'til a crack emerges
Afterwards it's stuffin' bitches
Like a taxidermist and I'm glad my sperm is
Drippin' through your bitches panties
'Til she barefoot and pregnant
Sifting through my kitchen pantry
My daughter's nine dad's living
Like a vigilante kiss the family
Huntin' pedophiles trickin' kids with candy
In other words
Those who dare touch what he treasures
Sleep better than Heath Ledger
Beneath a dream catcher
So I suggest you pray the G-O-D bless ya'
Like a good Muslim on his
Knees facing east Mecca