Canibus - Allied Meta-Forces lyrics

(Canibus) Yo, the shotee rip, perforate the skin on top of your ribs Red stuff comes out of squibs like a Hollywood script b**h n***as on the floor screaming for mommy and sh** Cardiologists hook up the heart monitors quick Thermometer temperature dips below seventy-six That's what you get for telling n***as that you're better than 'Bis Not possible, if I can't pronounce it, it ain't rhymable The audible probability probably ain't probable Supreme rap, G rap underground without a roof Chopper proof, holding Hip Hop for hostage about to shoot Helicopters stabilize at low altitudes I'm talking to the negotiator laying out the rules In a tight compromising loop, road blocked with troops Under orders not to shoot but they break your vertebra with boots Ten O'clock news flash, Bis and G Rap All points bulletin looking for them n***as in black Leaned back in an Avocado Eldorado Pa**ing the bottle, speaking Japanese like, 'No me mah show' She's got a baging body, cold sushi with warm saki And if I'm rapping sloppy G's got me (Kool G Rap) Welcome to my world, danger and hazards Gang of ba*tards, banging they ratchets King and the Jacker, slanging in traffic Claiming they cabbage, obtain half, they aiming for static Get brains from an addict, keep blinging with karats Cops see me in Maddox, then let ya dame have it, flames to the attic The stains on ya fabric, the paint in the graphic Canibus and G Rap, banging a cla**ic And if that beef on the street - hate you enough Blow out ya brain in your casket Don't you love this drug element? Where slugs crush your melanin dome Chrome that's known to break bones in an elephant Shotgun pellets and, gunsmoke; smell the scent Big bullets, wiggle your guts like gelatin Cut through your skeleton, knockage intelligence Ride, stand, and bite the dust Jake wanna be like a Russian cuffed on that Riker bus We raised in the slums, with haze in our lungs Raising the guns, knowing My day'll come, razors under the tongue Clips in the steel, bricks in the wheels Chips in the field of fortune Dead men walking with hits on the grills Late night at the spot, posted with goons, dope and balloons Coke and the doom, scheme I'll leave you open with wounds n***a Witness G Rap put it back in perspective Beat up sh** with a dash of the peppers, get blast for ya necklace Leave ya brains on the dash in your Lexus We up in the club, dash for the exit Make ya spread 'em out - show you what this lead about Take it from an old thug, whoever clean cold blood Believe they bled it out (yo) Crave for the war, pop out rages with fours Hit the jackpot, blazing the raw - getting bands in the pores b**hes in draws with dick in their jaws The frame drank sick of Valour, straight bandit spot Open up shop, turn the block to 'Planet Rock' sh** with no chop, slept with the glock with the hammer co*ked Serving the fiends, hop in the Suburban and lean Look at that don n***a swerving in Queens, player Balling a lot, brawling for props, calling the shots Hit the curb, birds all on the flock Jocking, like "who that there covered in all of them rocks" It's royalty b**h, fall on the co*k, recognize one Giacanna G Rap, that live one - pay homage Get it f**ed up, I spray comments, n***a what (n***a what, it's the Curriculum! Mic Club) (Canibus) Anything is everything my n***a I ain't bitter but if I give you the finger it'll be behind a trigger f*ggot a** n***a living in a gated community Up at radio telling them what you're going to do to me I live in the 'burbs Clean my Winchester every other weekend with the same dirty Hanes shirt It takes two to tango, three to jump rope Four to bury the body plus look out for po' Yo, I guard everything within the limits of my post My orders are to smoke you if you get too close The whole globe is scared of my flow Spirit world, scared of my soul Nowadays it's like I'm scared to be known The methods of my motivation is completely subjective My perception is completely parallel to perspective Rhyming is the reason I spit in faces Habituation of my flamboyance without rational reservation Whiskey, X-Ray, Yankee, Zulu, unusual Wordologically my syllable position is beautiful Only respect n***as if the feeling is mutual G Rap snatched the j**els fom you, I'll throw them in the crucible Probably throw you in it too, mix it up and make n***a stew If you can't admit that I'm iller than you Baby, you're sparring with the shadows, Canibus and G Rap flow Motherf**er you're 'fessionalling with the Pros (Kool G Rap) Know it's, dough over hoes - bankrolls, Rovers and clothes And shots blow all them cowards and foes Giacanna proud with the pros, foul mode We quick reachers, spear with the fearless til you drip liters Flip divas, the big secret, strip to they tits and beaver Sip Cris' and sniff coke of the peeter Yeah we ball big baby, look off the meter You should see us, it's movie star status Scar lackers lost cabbage, rip the Pablo Escobar fabrics Froze the road we chose, not a pretty route, Diddied out Grimey and grittied out, stack dough, jiggy out Dime b**hes behavin like ya s** slave skizzied out Some n***a dizzy south, til he's out, busy mouth Swerve to the curb, hit the bird split the kitties out We kidnap for trap - blackmail for a gang a mill Spot banger himself, fishscale rocks under the fingernails The blood trail lead to a corpse Treat my appetite for greed with a torch For keys to a Porsche, to breeze in the loft Roll up my hand sheets with the force We squeeze off, no need for remorse, player Forty wild goons, we forty Calhouns You die forty foul dooms for forty coward moves Bless sparkle, and spark until my shorty style rules Giancanna dead? Widespread, I'll be a 40 mile tune n***a What, what n***a? The noble laureate Comin at y'all n***az Uh.. 40-pound style n***a...