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f/ Journalist |
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[Canibus] |
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Yo (Die Slow) |
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Yea (Die Slow) |
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Ya niggas better..(Die Slow) |
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Uh (Die Slow) |
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All you can do is (Die Slow) nigga (Die Slow) |
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(Die Slow) 4x |
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All you can do is die (Slow) |
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Yea |
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(Die Slow) 2x |
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Fuck ya'll |
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(Die Slow) 2x |
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Die Slow nigga |
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(Die Slow) |
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(Canibus) |
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Yo |
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You against me.. No contest |
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My tongue hydraulics |
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Strong enough to flip a 64 impala with 3 adult passengers |
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and a 4 hundred pound driver |
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And drown you in less than an ounce of your own saliva |
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Rubberface rappers get, stretched like elastic |
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Claymation characters wit verbal vernacular |
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Slappin' ya, like a white water rafter |
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Or a Olympic kayaker, paddlin' across the Niagara |
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My afterburners'll be burnin' you after |
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Ya' body already been splashed with acid |
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And you turn to ashes |
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Assassins camouflauged in the grass blastin' |
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Leavin' blood all over ya' lady like Jackie O'Nassis |
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I'll fly ya' body outta Dallas |
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Perform plastic surgery while we airborne and switch caskets |
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Then lie to the masses |
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I'll tell'em that you got murdered over some East West beef, between rappers |
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Radio stations'll express they sadness |
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Play classics back to back and pass out 'Stop The Violence' pamphlets |
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Just imagine, every night ya' girls fuckin' ya' best friend |
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While you in hell throwin' tantrums |
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I'll be lampin' in a mansion somewhere out in the Hamptons |
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Givin' some pretty ass bitch a spankin' |
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Nigga you can't win |
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I'm laughin' cause you a has been |
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You'll never get ya' groove back |
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So don't even bother askin', Angela Bassett |
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You'll just get ya' ass kicked |
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Get ya' head chopped off and dropped in a basket |
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My left arms taken but my right ones free |
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That means I could diss another muthafuckin' emcee |
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Wit rhymes that appear clearer than liquid crystal |
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My lyrical is more visual than television screen pixels |
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I fire pistols, hit you wit' minature missles |
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Riddle ya' body wit' holes then watch the blood sprinkle |
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Ya probably had no idea what you was gettin' into |
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On the mic, Can-I-Bus is invincible |
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Fuck you |
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(CONVO 1) |
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('Die Slow' through out the convo) |
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Hey Yo that nigga got an attitude |
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Yeah he be actin rude |
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And he's always trynna' battle you |
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That last album was terrible |
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When he's on the radio he never got a clean mouth |
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Yeah everytime he freestyles, his words be gettin' bleeped out |
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You got the album? |
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Naw I heard it was weak |
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You got the album? |
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I said it was weak |
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But the shit don't come out till next week |
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Hey Yo I like the nigga's beats |
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Yo that shit be comin' bugged out |
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Hey Yo that nigga Bis dumbs out |
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He waited too long to come out............ |
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(Journalist) |
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To you bitch niggas who talk alot |
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But walk the block, in halter tops |
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Left side of ya chest, mark the spot |
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That's where a nigga put it, when i'm hooded |
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Then fill you up wit big bullets |
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Prepare you for some channel 6 footage |
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Know what is, Me and Bis, runnin' through ya courtyard |
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Creepin' wit a four-five and reachin for ya door knob |
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Throw a gun under ya chin, see how quick your whore rise |
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One shot could have a short slide, right out the North side |
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Your whole flow is porkrine |
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Spit the small oints |
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I'm nasty, but my small joints grip the bar point |
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Drop on top of the blue line..right beside the red one |
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Keep the flow fairsome, 'till the day my career done |
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Bring it to ya ass if you the challengin type |
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Especially those, surroundin' the mic |
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Sound of the light |
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To the Journ, ya'll ain't no suitable spitters |
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True to you niggas |
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Lay you out on MD's, recoupin' ya liver |
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Shoutin' my name, |
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Ya best to control the noise soldier boy |
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Or homicide will be all over you poys with Polaroids |
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(CONVO 2) |
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('Die Slow' through out the convo) |
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Yea, yo that nigga Journalist gets busy yo |
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I heard he's from Philly yo |
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I seen him in Bis video |
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He's so skinny tho' |
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Now he's rollin' wit Canibus? |
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I don't even understand his shit |
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That nigga sounds like an amaetur |
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Yo i heard Jay manage him |
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Yo he got some heavy gold shit |
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Man, that's some old shit |
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Yea yo the niggas that he roll wit' |
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probably let 'em hold it |
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He got alotta Benji's |
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No he don't |
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Everytime, when i see him in the back of The Source |
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He looks [????] |