Canibus - 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'ma do I never sent to battlin me, would be impossible I just think it's highly motherf**ing improbable You talkin to a n***a, n***as 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 sh** out n***as proper I beat 'em till they holler, 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 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 f**in 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 reptillian 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 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) [HOOK x2:] 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) 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 Cuz 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 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 Cuz you n***as is slower than fat b**hes 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 sh** 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 sh** that rappers give is subject matter less Not original, but blasphemous, just a bunch of the same characters Shootin the same videos, it's embara**ing You's in the same formal as the [?]havel head? You's are 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, 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 til you're seizure grows into a afro Until you plaid 'em into cornrows Track you til your shoe soles develop holes And you get, corns on your toes Til your teeth develop hollow coses But you been goin so long without deodorant you don't even notice it Motherf**er [HOOK x4]