Cloak-N-Dagga - Never Run lyrics

(Canibus) Ten below, snow camo's, four commandos Standing in the snow practicing handthrows I put in a bulletproof straight jacket faced backwards In positions like that space matters Sit back and think, smoke rise from the vent After one solid attempt I polish the end The event horizon event, I stay behind five of the win I keep rhyming so I can see them again The verbal architect walk through Tibet catch ya breath We ain't started marching yet, you in the company of honor vets I see more depth than Imhotep I see no d**h That's why I ain't no hero yet Translate the text I throw scrolls you fetch My style is not even something unknown yet Initiate the pre-warmup, I walk up, who want what The metaphor rush with no shortcuts Search the boondocks for moon rocks Channel Zero playing out my boombox, looking at the lunar clock Rapidly map the galaxy, unlock reality With a six point star Allen key, travel with me The crew drink Buckaneer brew Buck you from a distance hit you if you're near too Snipe you with a rifle through the bright blue night view The hawks tooth is proof for what I might do Who the n***a with the small wrist talking sh** Balling his fist, they call him Bis, why they all on his dick I got a hiphop badge, I don't like to flash Better talk slow homie, I don't type fast (Canibus) We rock forever, turn forever into eight nevers Them n***as sell alot of records but they ain't better We hire soldiers to blow you up for high explosives Make sure that you die unfocused The low level hum, African kettle drums Metal guns flash heat like the sun, rebels run On the 3-way, CIA speed trace my prepaid Might have enriched plutonium in three days Speak bars like retards with pink cars With a hand full of peach cobbler trying to The intellectual festival rhyme incredible Discharged on the medical the tour was terrible Don't touch my genitals, thank you general When you , my pen is a quill, my sense is to k** CnD reinvent the wheel, rhyme stand at attention til I them to chill Stand on the ledge of the hill, they k** before I tell them to k** I wire transfer the rest of the bill I give conjugal visits to my own lyrics f** what the beat sounds like the poem fits it Don't get it twisted Canibus is gettin jiggy with it I'm just dumbing it down for a minute I was deployed at 2-40 Bravo beach boy The hotel Hanoi decoy with a deep voice Stab a rap fiend with atrophine, then bring him back from the dream Then interact with the team Nuclear defense level 3, dancing with the devil and me I put some water on the kettle for tea Freestyle heats the coil, turn streets to soil Bluewater and beaches boil, laying on a blanket of foil Speecj is Royal, my saliva is like oil and I'm spoiled like Peter O'Boyle