Cloak-N-Dagga - Commandos lyrics

Canibus) Yeah Standing in a B-Boy pose next to Pete Rose In a Hall of Fame-ous flows, code name: Cloak Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide Nowhere on the out or the inside Spit rhymes this wide, the definition is high The fisheye don't blink when I rhyme Beef language, speak Angus Snaggle-tooth hanging like chandeliers in a twenty-room mansion Coming through in a steel-toed jungle boot Lock you in a jail that I weld in front of you Hell covets you, I punish you, your blood boils in a brew I can see it through the Hubble-view Cloak ‘N Dagga, underground government group Subterranean chambers under it too Buried in salt, a lyric-vault, lyrics in bulk You benefit, so let the heretic-lyricist talk Trauma Unit (Canibus) Southpaw spit cranberry-juice give my mouth more grip Hip Hop could never outlaw this I sacrifice my rap life for your rights I jackknifed the forty-ton on black ice Die for what I rap for , I teach the crash course The God Squad joint task-force Swap reports, Hip Hop thoughts Spray you with a biochemical hot-sauce you can't wash off Teach these dip-sh**s lyrical fitness If it's the last thing I ever do in this business Piracy on all levels Board your vessel with four-hundred uncivil Nordic-devils Worship the warship flying through your formless orbit On, above and under water One-point-five miles, there he is The Millau Bridge in France, that's where he lives