(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 fucking 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 and lift weights we ping pong
Meet King-Kong, Big Don, and Little Shawn
Murder 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
From ArchivesMusic.com and that's a rap son
(Canibus)
You mess with my horse, you're dead as a corpse, forget it
Rhymes without ending, with infinite lyrics
Fools who do get abused like broads
In a battle for juice where rhymes are 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 bloodstains
So the audience knows that Canibus runs things
I ripped down stages on many occasions
Dozens of broken down mics and melted tape decks
Everywhere I go niggas want to 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, cussing at the C-O's
Twenty-five to life with no parole
And battling me? You must be feeling yourself
I Ripped 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'll defend my horse, my men, my friends
My baby's mama and my offspring so bring it on then
So I can show you how I devour
Nigga's like a Rottweiler with acidic saliva
Step your shit up nigga, the Rip is 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 them when they grab the mic (Lemmie Hear Sumthin' Else)
And start bragging about their massive ice
I can't eat emcees ‘cause I lost my appetite
I'm a beast you're 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
Germaine spit insane shit so stop hating if you can't applaud me
And give rap music the glory
(Lou)
'C' - True Hollywood Story
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