Bronze Nazareth - Handle the Heights lyrics

[Young Girl] He's Almighty, They can handle the heights Show em what time it is [Hook: Canibus, (k**ah Priest sample)] (Everybody can't emcee) Can you handle the heights, Can you manage the life Start spittin some lyrical sh** that I could listen to (Everybody can't emcee) Yeah, Can you handle the heights, Watch how I handle this mic [Verse 1: Canibus] Yo, Been through sh** past, Remove your mask I blow nerve gas through chicken wire at your a** Prepare protocols yall, I declare war bu*t stock to the skull til the last man fall I'm an H2O buffalo, A maelstrom produces my undertow A slow process you must undergo Javelin Fangz, sh** bang you in the head with a bang stick See if you can bang like this I am black Pegasus, I escort the Albatross Sagittarius archers serve as my ground force You shot costal, Gout sprout from your mouth My drop white phosphorus bombs, I'm snow clouds Come around un-announced, Zombies crawl out the ground My team's authorized to gun em down Look alive, Look lively, Lie to a motherf**er Die to my posse on Broadway, Catch a body [Hook 2: Canibus, (k**ah Priest sample), {​M-80}​] Can you handle the heights (Everybody can't emcee) Can you manage the life Start spittin some lyrical sh** that I could listen to Can you handle the heights (Everybody can't emcee) {​Watch how I handle this mic}​ Start spittin some lyrical sh** that I could listen to [Verse 2: M-80] I can handle it, The Los Angeles mic evangelous Ignite flows like a candle stick when strictly out my man*script What I do for success is considered a threat Your best bet against all odds, bullets spray ya rap barrage (If I) Didn't have what it takes, I would've stolen it Shift, Shaped and molded it and called it my own So when I dictate my dialect a scientist revivalist, Its highly obvious M-80's home on his thrown (If I) Was in your shoes I would save up some funds Do knowledge of self then reflect in a pair of new ones So you would know how it feels to appeal to those Who value your heart and sole more then your cushioned insoles (If I) Gave a what, I would want a receipt So I could write you off like taxes every time that you speak I was born to compete amongst a swarm of unique and intelligent emcees While your destiny is prone for defeat [Hook 2: Canibus, (k**ah Priest sample), {​Bronze Nazareth}​] Can you handle the heights (Everybody can't emcee) Can you manage the life Start spittin some lyrical sh** that I could listen to Can you handle the heights, {​Yeah, Watch me handle this mic}​ (Everybody can't emcee) {​Gun Rule vandal in sight}​ Start spittin some lyrical sh** that I could listen to [Verse 3: Bronze Nazareth] Ayo, I spit heat serum, Beat clearin shots at your sternum Burn em and send home our post cards to the sermon Dirty vermin with shiny crowns and their dirty gloves Show me thirty rounds, One for love, Bringing in slugs I speak life sentences, Trapped in the years Words escape like inmates from trapped between ears Practice crackin sutures, Pollution from mutual war My thoughts on a theatre ship like Lincoln on the ball floor Keep the Magnum P.I. on top of it prophet Detroit West burglars with murderer's logic Pin point chest and vertebrae, Burn through your topic Serve'n multitudes of fraudulent emcees be the conquest We send warning gas, Hara** like mad snacks We toast, We crack gla**, Smoke hash through Alaskan pipe line Recite grenades, Bronze sonic mind Runnin in front of the grim reaper, I'm ahead of my time [Hook 4: Canibus, (k**ah Priest sample), {​Keith Murray}​] Can you handle the heights (Everybody can't emcee) Can you manage the life Start spittin some lyrical sh** that I could listen to Can you handle the heights {​Yo, Yo, Check how I handle this mic}​ (Everybody can't emcee) Start spittin some lyrical sh** that I could listen to [Verse 4: Keith Murray] Ayo, Everybody and they Momma wanna rhyme So I hit em with more power then a molecule enzyme Rappers persist to rock a mic like this But ain't mentally spiritually lyrically physically fit You are not accustomed to my blows to the chest I wear you down like post traumatic stress I got too much mental capacity For an uneducated street punk to f** with me I drink like a fish, Got a memory like an elephant Submission specialist, Murder emcees excellence Peep the rug scheme and the way I mounty it My colloquialism is in the slang I pronunciate Metaphorically can't be challenge'n but not meant to complicate I eat emcees, Rappers I regurgitate You ain't even gotta be considered talented to be considered exceptionable In this hip hop profession, Meritocracy is the standard status quo yo And every Joe lip professor Before you open your mouth make sure you can run that route Before you get knocked the f** out [Outro: Keith Murray] Yeah, Can you handle the heights Yeah, Check how I handle this mic Uh, Yeah, Can you handle the life Uh, Yeah, n***a, Get your game up If I catch you it's a problem...