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Lost At C (Album Version)

This song is by Canibus.

Yo, yo, yo, now when you see that big ass see, you know I'm comin' through
And when you know I'm comin' through, you know what I'ma do
I never sent to battlin me, would be impossible
I just think it's highly motherfucking improbable
You talkin' to a nigga, niggas split molecules
To subatomic particles, strong enough to stop a bull
Bodies slam, to oxygen, drop a mule
Urinating rocket fuel, freestylin over gospel tunes
Rhymes by the thousands, rhymes for hours
I could kick a rhyme longer than your whole album
Kickboxer, beatin' the shit out niggas proper
I beat 'em till they holler, beat 'em till the cops come
Beatin' niggas till they have seizures, beat 'em till they start screamin
Like fax machines when they start receivin
Beat 'em till my own hands start bleedin
Beat 'em till they lungs stop breathing and they heart stop beatin'
From 12 am to 12 pm in the evening
With three 15 minute breaks in between 'em
Good Jesus, that's a really stingy beatin'
That's what you get for fuckin' with this lyrical demon
Bloodstream's been, contaminated for eons
I got cast out of heaven for treason
Got cast out of the Garden of Eden for lettin the reptilian beast in
Got locked up for a DUI and speedin
A whole legion of half decent emcees get released when
They spit a hundred bars for they freedom
See I'm much too nice to compete wit
Too nice to flow over beats wit, too nice to hold a M I see wit
Off some diesel Hercules shit, I cold flip
And start to punch trees till they leafless
Inhale with two real deep breaths, hold my breath
Till the whole planet suffocates and then release it [release it]

Yo, you ain't as cold as us
Or as bold as us
When you get thrown to the wolves, you get thrown to us
(When we in the warzone, we got the chrome wit us)
'Cause we rollin' rough, when the soldiers rush
Either you roll wit us, or get blown to dust [ashes to ashes and dust to

Yo, yo, now for the last couple of months, things been real quiet
'Cause I ain't heard shit worth buyin
I'm bout to show you niggas how I'm driven
The drive comes from my lyrics and my lyrics come from my inner spirit
Five bringin' the, faster than 12 cylinder engines with nitrogen in 'em
Faster than F-1 with light pistons
Fast enough to give your brain an aneurysm
'Cause you niggas is slower than fat bitches with tabalism
The way I rip apart the competition when I be spittin'
The name Canibus might as well be Cannibalism
Show me a man that can't feel him
I'll show you a man that'll grab him by the neck
And put his head to the fan on the ceiling
Suffer real bad from television shit
Drop him off the roof of a building and let the news film him
I hop in front of the cameras and tell 'em how I'm feelin'
I tell 'em how I feel that hip hop, should deal wit it
Tell 'em how I'm tired of the state rappers in
Ninety percent of the shit that rappers give is subject matter less
Not original, but blasphemous, just a bunch of the same characters
Shootin the same videos, it's embarrassing
You's in the same formal as the level head?
You's are the same actors and actresses, same shit different laxative
Face it nigga you wack as shit I'm snatchin your mic
I make you run for your life, children in the daylight
That track you at night, my global position is satellite
Got a infrared blaster to test your body's Fahrenheit
Wherever you go, I track you through hail, sleet, or snow
I track you till you're seizure grows into a afro
Until you plaid 'em into cornrows
Track you till your shoe soles develop holes
And you get, corns on your toes
Till your teeth develop hollow coses
But you been goin' so long without deodorant you don't even notice it


Written by:

Germaine Williams; Taiwan Green; Irving Lorenzo

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