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featuring Canibus
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Canibus:
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Yeah yeah
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Me and my man Com Sense
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Rallyin troops like Joseph Stalin
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Where you at yo?
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Common:
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I'm bout to make the name Com Sense a name you fear
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Y'all niggaz is scared I'm your worst nightmare squared
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Canibus:
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And I'ma make the name Canibus a name you fear
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Y'all niggaz is scared I'm your worst nightmare squared
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Canibus and Common:
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That's double for niggaz who ain't mathematically aware
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(Rakim from "My Melody"(To catch another sucka duck MC out there)
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Common:
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I can tell by how you write, you the type to run in a fight
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I hold mics while you hold Sprite
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Like a broken hearted bitch
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Don't give no fuck who yo team or who you startin with
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Cameoed or charted with, I house niggaz like apartments with
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Mic mechanisms, I dissect a rhythm
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Move crowds with kinetic wisdom
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It's like a Malcolm X-orcisim, fuck the rhythm, I hit him
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I want him got not get him, auction his wack ass off, then bid him
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Canibus:
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I'm creatin the ultimate verses with perfect lines
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Puttin together them whether my rhyme one threat at a time
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So you niggaz need to stop testin me
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Cuz you know you can't "F" with me
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Steppin to me with insuperior weaponry
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Exposin yourself to the verbal radiations
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Sayin you can defeat me is nothin but speculation
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Lyrics unravel, faster than bullets travel through barrels
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Niggaz be diggin my styles like fossils and pterodactyls
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Who wanna battle?
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I'm bad to the bone marrow
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The Earth got one sun but I walk with three shadows
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With Allah, my supernatural bodyguard
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Niggaz couldn't touch me if they gave me a massage
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MCs will compete with lyrics and beats get crushed
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I'll hit you in your chest so hard, your shoulders will touch
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What!
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(scratching)
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Common, steppin to me is like going to the county being a neutron
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Common, I ain't scared of no nigga
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Common:
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I persue sound fairs, relaxed like Dru Down's hair
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Other nigga's rhymes are like gang signs, I throw down theirs
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On knots, I landed, players get played like Hamlet
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Supposedly nice, taken for granted like life
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I write twice and drop singles in record pools
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Niggaz I'm dunkin like when cops mingle
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Fuck hip hop jingles, rhymin big words and not sayin shit
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The click that you came in with accent your flavor wit
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Like moose, I go to the caves and get niggaz off all fours
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I'm the shit that's uncalled for, the shit that you fall for
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Far more advanced than a rapper who's career
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You could only take a glance, couldn't make the transition
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>From B-boy to C-note stance
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I stand in a circumference, the humbleness
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But in the Chi, bumbleless
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Was thinkin as a weakness were poetrys in motion
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Like a bitch, I'm the main feature
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Amongst hard working teachers and corrupt preachers
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I make my living off of singles like Latifah
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In between sheets like reefer with blunted senses
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You couldn't make a statement if you was from a sentence
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I'm cold with numb intentions
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(scratching)Fuck with Canibus(x4)
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Canibus:
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Yo, the Canibus is an animal with a mechanical mandible
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Comin to damage you, spittin understandable slang at you
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I be the all seeing lyrical, hammerhead sharp peripheral
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With 360 degree visual
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When the signal was given, MCs get biten with venom
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>From a poisonous algorithm liable to kill 'em
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My style will get in 'em, way up in 'em
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My face don't belong in The Source
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It belongs on the shroud of turan, for certain
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I grab mics and murder shit
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It's wickeder than Satan worshippers going to Catholic church services
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You heard of this
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The lyrical verbalist, trash herbalist
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The wrath of my cold-blooded verses is merciless
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Rap snap, get your ass cracked like bear traps
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Contaminate your air sacs like tear gas
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And I swear black, try to battle me, you won't last
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I'll turn your ass into the artist formerly known as, you gay ass fag
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I'll blow you to ashes with tactics
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Strip you naked, then make you hug a cactus, you bastard
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So phat to be a rap star, takin pictures at music seminars
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People know who you are
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Now I got mad shorties that wanna call me
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Because they saw me, up in The Source chillin on page 40
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Put this in your CD-ROM
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www dot Canibus dot com
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You can find me on the internet talkin to chicks
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That was sweatin me off the Music Makes Me High remix
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I be talkin mad trash tryin to get 'em to laugh
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See, if I click and drag long enough, I'll get the ass
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Bring it bag to the lab on Mount Prospect Ave.
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Let your chicken suck me off and send her home in a cab
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You know how we do, liquid aluminum like the T2
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Beast from the East part 2, comin to see you
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Common:
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It's time I made the name Com Sense a name y'all fear
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Y'all niggaz is scared, I'm your worst nightmare squared
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Canibus:
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Now that I made the name Canibus a name you fear
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You still scared, I'm your worst nightmare squared
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Common and Canibus:
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That's double for niggaz who ain't mathematically aware
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(To catch another sucka duck MC out there)
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Common:
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Since I made the name Com Sense a name y'all fear
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Y'all niggaz is scared, I'm your worst nightmare squared
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Canibus:
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And since I made the name Canibus a name you fear
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You stay scared, I'm still your worst nightmare squared
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Common and Canibus:
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That's double for niggaz who ain't mathematically aware
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(To catch another sucka duck MC out there)
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Making A Name For Ourselves
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| Common |
