[Canibus]
Get ready for the Luminati tsunami!
[Lou]
C4 ??? ???, eat meat raw
Street dawgs, rip these off
And put C's on, had to ease off
From a show I just peed on, bought a two-seater that I put 10G's on
Beat her
Cause she took my mother fuckin ring off
She took me to Supreme Court, and the judge got screamed on
They sent me up North, to a prison with a ???
All day long, lift weights we ??? ???
Meet King-Kong, Big Don, and Little Shawn
Murda One got big arms, he real strong
Beat his own mom cause she stole from the weed farm
Word on the streets, raw
Don't beef with Armstrong, wrong season
Lou crush anything he breathes on
Pass me the paper and pen, and put beats on
Rip rap songs, ??? ??? ???
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[Canibus]
Yo!
You mess with my horse, you dead as a corpse
Forget it, rhymes without ending
With infinite lyrics, fools you do get abused like broads
In a battle for truth with rhymes and metaphors
When my horse appears, count your prayers
Stab you in the ear, then pull out the spear
Watch the crowd cheer, leave the floor wet
With all the blood stains, so the audience knows
The Canibus runs things, I rip down stages
On many occasions, dozen of broken down mics and melted tape decks
Everywhere I go, niggas wanna rob me, bootleggers be in the front row
Trying to get a clear copy, so take caution
Cause I'm a horseman, and I'll snatch that ass up quick like "turn it off man"
So just acknowledge, the way that I'm gifted
Cause if rap was a felony, I'd be in prison
Hogging up the phone, cussin' at the C.O's
25 to life, with no parole
When battling me, you must be feelin' yourself
I rip the Jacker so hard, he might kill himself
Like his name was Todd or James, back in the dark days
It's like a pit bull getting bit by a Shar-Pei
I defend my horse, my men, my friends
My baby's momma, and my offspring
So bring it on then, so I can show you how I devour
Niggas like a rottweiler with acidic saliva
Step ya shit up, nigga, the rippa's much iller
Cause when I write rhymes, I use the mind to pick the pen up
Most artists are garbage, no skills
They belong in a landfill, nobody feels it when the grab the mic (let me hear something else)
And start bragging about their massive ice
I can't eat MC's cause I lost my appetite
I'm a beast, you a midget, with wack lyrics
Like doctor evil said (quiet, shut up, zip it)
I reign superior, my metaphors are scarier
Non-ill rappers, you better evacuate
Before I exfoliate your face, with abrasive phrases
To give your face a face-lift, Germaine spits insane shit
So stop hating if you can't applaud me, and give rap music the glory
[Lou]
'C' - True Hollywood Story
