Germaine Williams - Lost @ 'C' lyrics

[Verse 1] Yo, yo, yo Now when you see that big a** 'C', you know I'm comin through And when you know I'm comin through, you know what I'mma do I never said that battlin me, would be impossible I just think it's highly motherf**in improbable You talkin to a n***a that can split molecules To subatomic particles, strong enough to stop a bull Body-slam two oxes and drop a mule Urinatin rocket fuel, freestylin over gospel tunes Rhymes by the thousands, rhymes for hours I could kick a rhyme longer than your whole album The kickboxer, beatin the sh** out n***as proper I beat 'em till they holla, beat 'em til the cops come Beatin n***as til they have seizures, beat 'em til they start screamin Like fax machines when they start receivin Beat 'em til my own hands start bleedin Beat 'em til they lungs stop breathin and they heart stop beatin From 12 A.M. to 12 P.M. in the evenin With three 15 minute breaks in between 'em Good Jesus, that's a real West Indian beatin That's what you get for f**in with this lyrical demon My bloodstream's been, contaminated for eons I got cast out of heaven for treason Got cast out of the Garden of Eden For letting the reptilian beast in Got locked up for a DUI and speedin A whole legion of half-decent emcees'll 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-C wit Off some diesel Hercules sh**, I cold flip And start to punch trees til they leafless Inhale with two real deep breaths, hold my breath Til the whole planet suffocates and then release it (RELEASE IT) Chorus: Canibus 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 Cuz we rollin rough, when the soldiers rush Either you roll wit us, or get blown to dust Yo, you ain't as cold as us, or as bold as us When we in the war-zone, we got the chrome with us Cuz we rollin rough, when the soldiers rush Either you roll wit us, or get blown to dust (Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust!) [Verse 2] Yo, yo Now for the last couple of months, things been real quiet Cause I ain't heard sh** worth buyin I'm bout to show you n***as how I'm driven The drive comes from my lyrics And my lyrics come from my inner spirit Vibratin and spinnin, faster than 12-cylinder engines With nitrogen in 'em, faster than F-1 McLaren pistons Fast enough to give your brain an aneurysm Cause you n***as is slower than fat b**hes metabolism 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 "Banned From Television" sh** Drop him off the roof of a buildin 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 sh** that rappers kick is subject matter-less Not original, but blasphemous, just a bunch of the same characters Shootin the same videos, it's embara**in Usin the same formulas to have a hit Usin the same actors and actresses, same sh** different laxative Face it n***a you wack as sh** I'm snatchin your mic I make you run for your life, chill durin the daylight Then track you at night, my global position is satellite Got a infrared lens to test your body's fahrenheit Wherever you go, I track you through hail, sleet, or snow I track you til your Caesar grows into a afro Until you plant 'em into cornrows Track you til your shoe soles develop holes And you get, corns on your toes Til your teeth develop halitosis But you been goin so long without deodorant You don't even notice -- motherf**er! Chorus 2X