R U Lyrically Fit? - Canibus

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???, 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 ???

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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, put down pads with facts from

From ArchivesMusic.com and that’s a rap, son

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 trynaget 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

And 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 Ripper’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 and start bragging about their massive ice

I can’t eat MCs cause I lost my appetite

I’m a beast, you a midget with wack lyrics

Like Dr. 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

Germainespit insane shit

So stop hating if you can’t applaud me and give rap music the glory

'C' - True Hollywood Story