Ras Kass, Canibus - Grab the Mic and Boo You lyrics

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Now since the Wake-Up Show
I've been handin rappers they ass
On a silver platter
Its empty ill & gray matter
I do a selectively crew
The type of brother that will go
To ya album release party
Grab the mic and BOO you
Like how's how, F' how's how
I make a fool's do rag do not want to
Nephew just a Brontosaurus with a sixth sense
Walking around not even knowing
That he don't exist
The cardio by linguistics this shit be
The hardest act to follow
I don't even spit I unswallow
I got so-called Hip-Hop purests
That's hip-hop tourists
Tryna mandate that I replicate 1988
Fool it's 2000 so get a life
Do u know what these
Rugged ghetto streets look like
Now to my b-boys & b'iches
Black be the best brutalized
Beats like Beebe Briches
I got Tourrettes and when
I finish snappin the
Black community gonna hate you for real
Like you got on BET and
Screamed F' Lauren Hill like that, Canibus

Yeah, yeah pestilence! Pestilence!
Yeah, war the hardcore raw metaphor
Bout to blackout one time for y'all
I'm as dangerous as they come
Dangerous with or without a gun
I've been dangerous from day one
Rhyme flows explode like pyro's
Stick to your ribs like chicken
And thick gravy from Roscoe's
You get your head flown if
You dumb in the dome
Or struck with some stone till you
Feel numb in the bones
You better keep your big mouth closed
'Fore I stick a muzzle of the chrome
In that hole under your nose
Send a signal to my index and tell it to fold
In the direction of my wrist
Bones to release your soul
I told you to freeze
If I was you I wouldn't have froze
But you chose that other route and
Got blown full of holes
A pistol to ya mug cripple ya tongue
Rip through ya lungs
Then write your name on your tombstone
Scribbled in blood
C'mon give me a little love -
Is there anybody out there
That never felt one rhyme that Canibus bust?
You a liar liar ya pants on fire
Watch the GOAT
But the ghostwriter get slaughtered
By a tiger i saw him in the Pun
Video holdin' up his lighter
I smeared his career like doo
Doo inside a diaper my style is sicker than
Infected women and men
I'm so raw I could catch
AIDS without stickin' it in
Flip and dip like scrimps and scampi
Switch my language up like a black
Kid raised by a Spanish nanny
You think you got big cahunas
Well I got bad news
After tonight you'll have a testicular tumor
Dirty Manhattan alley to Atlanta
Where niggas drive caddies
To Trick Daddy and Trina down in Miami
To Louisiana with Cash Money and Manny
To the Sky Bar at the Mondrian out in Cali
With a raspberry daiquiri
I'll assault and batter you badly
Words fire rapidly like heavily armed Apaches
Piloted by a trigger happy Iraqi
With extremely bad acne
I cause catastrophe to any nigga
Trying to battle me word yeah 2000 BC