Canibus - Die Slow lyrics

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