f/ Rakim
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(Canibus) Yeah, I bust 'em... you punish 'em
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(Canibus) Yeah...let me bust 'em
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(Rakim) Naw, I'ma punish 'em
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(Canibus) Ra, let me bust 'em
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(Rakim) Naw, I'ma punish 'em
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(Canibus) Naw, let me bust 'em
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(Rakim) Naw, I'ma punish 'em
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(Canibus) Come on Ra, let me bust 'em
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(Rakim) Yo Bis, I'ma punish 'em
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(Canibus)
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Yo, yo...
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Now on some battlin' shit my verbal lateral grip
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Keeps my tongue glued to the A-Dat when I'm trackin' my shit
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Let my spit lubricate the chap on my lips
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And make you rappers have fits 'cause I'm back in the mix
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Fuck a pad and a pen, write rhymes on an IBM
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Ebonics is dead, the binary language is in
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Canibus practices in a room wit a thousand candles lit
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Meditating on this rap shit
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Because my freestyle reigns sovereign
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Wit a deeper conscious than the prophet Muhammad was born wit
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My brain cavity's enormous
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My left hemisphere alone harnesses all of the 7 shakras
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While the right one harnesses darkness
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The type of dark that makes a house haunted
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The type of dark that niggaz get lost in
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The type of dark you fear when you're dead in a coffin
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I hear you talkin' but I ignore it
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Cause you garbage and your rhymes borin'
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So keep standin' on the corner,
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the thrash-man will collect you in the mornin'
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Thug cats frontin'
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Wacker than Blinky Blink
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on the back of the Reptar wagon babblin' about - nothin'
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fuck that real rugrats could get it on, black
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Meet me at The Tunnel where pussy niggaz get mugged at
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so dark you never see the blood splat
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and you cant even react
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cause the trunk is where you keep the guns at
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Rubber faced rappers get stretched like elastic claymation
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Fake MCs haul ass like they runnin' track
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Where ever Canibus or Rakim is at
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(Canibus) Let me bust 'em
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(Rakim) Naw, I'ma punish 'em
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(Canibus) Naw, let me bust 'em
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(Rakim) Naw, I'ma punish 'em
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(Canibus) Ra, let me bust 'em
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(Rakim) Naw, I'ma punish 'em
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(Canibus) Naw,let me bust 'em
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(Rakim) Naw, I'ma punish 'em
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(Canibus) Naw, let me bust 'em
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(Rakim) Naw, I'ma punish 'em
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(Canibus) Ra, let me bust 'em
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(Rakim) Naw, I'ma punish 'em
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(Canibus) Naw, let me bust 'em
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(Rakim) Naw, I'ma punish 'em
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(Canibus) Come on Ra, let me bust 'em
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(Rakim) Yo Bis, I'ma punish 'em
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(Rakim)
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Be ready and at ya best
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The celebrity match of death
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Heart snatched through your chest, cardiac arrest
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Crack your neck while I break your arms, catch your breath
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Then I asked the ref, "how many cats is left?"
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One on one, who challenging? Come get did
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All I have is a pen and punish you kids
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Abdomen punctured and look what I done to his wig
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Wanna live then I stab 'em in the lung with his rib
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Every word I say detach a vertebrae from your spine
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Rematch wherever we meet at, any place anytime
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Get your snot-box smashed with a 9
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Smacked with a rhyme, push your forehead to the back of your mind
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Try to explain what it's like seeing your brain
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Your insane, soon to be ID'ed as remains
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Then I reincarnate 'em and kill 'em again
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Again and again, again and again
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(Chorus)
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(Canibus):
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Yo, yoˇ¦.
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The battle started with a grapple
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He had real long hair so a grabbed a hand full
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And chopped 'em in the Adams-apple
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His partner in back of you tried to attack you
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So I'ma twist 'em up like a pret-zel then I'ma tag you
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(Rakim):
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I'm on some stone cold shit
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Warn your whole click
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Cartilage get torn until the whole bone split
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Who wanna spit, bang quick, strangle 'em wit his lip He tried to flip
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but I left his body danglin'
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(Canibus):
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You left 'em danglin'
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I can't believe he wanna grapple again
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I swing 'em around like I was dancing wit 'em
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Put his arms in back of his head and snapped 'em again
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Then I grabbed his limbs and put in the figure-"6 subtracted from 10"
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(Rakim):
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Seven birds, make 'em swerve 'til their vision is blurred
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Turn cats that suped from superb to nerds
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Just say the word, I'll leave your DNA on the curb
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And stick my dick in your ear and fuck what you heard
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| I'll Buss 'Em |
