[Verse 1: Canibus]
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Yo! My offense is a mixture of Mike and Muhammad
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Knock a nigga unconscious and talk shit
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In bare-knuckle boxin', speed is the object
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Weavin' and dodgin' with defensive blockin'
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So in the ring, you cannot win
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The top ten become nine dead if I ever decide to hop in
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With the one-two, one-two shot to the chin
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knock you out like ten shots of vodka and gin
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The beautiful blend of power and strength
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From the top of my head, down to where my toe cuticles end
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I verbally burn a nigga
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Lyrically hurt a nigga
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Pull a voodoo verse on a nigga
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Kennedy curse a nigga
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Who can spit the words quicker than the average man?
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Who can embarrass a man?
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Bite you with fangs and mangle ya hands
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On candid cam, the Canibus can
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The Canibus can with the stamina to damage a man
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[Chorus: Canibus (Killah Priest)]
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It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you (should have never left you)
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Without a strong rhyme to step to
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I told y'all (C'mon!!) I roast y'all (C'mon!!)
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So come on (Hold on) Hold on!!
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It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you (should have never left you)
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Without a strong rhyme to step to
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I told y'all (C'mon!!) I roast y'all (C'mon!!)
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So come on (Hold on) Hold on!!
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[Verse 2: Killah Priest]
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Thieves in the temple, a priest murdered at the doorstep
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He heard the hounds of horses, surround his fortress
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Look down, the whole town with torches
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Blood on the door knock where our lord slept
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Night before the see-er saw it, so they slept nautious
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Broken windows with canisters, hidden cameras
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Masked man at the top of the bannister
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Shattered glass everywhere, someone pushed his man down the stairs
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A knife in the back with a note attached, read 'Beware'
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Looked up, saw a blowin curtain, a open window
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and heard the whistle of the soft air, someone screamin 'warfare'
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So Solomon takes cover, a servant yells out 'the bitch is cursed
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don't touch her', but he trusts her, he also loves her
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Cause her to hold the sharing, his bright morning star
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His lil' way out the valley, a spy cut her throat inside a dark alley
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Someone knocked his daughter off a balcony, bloodshed in Galilea
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The cowardly flee to the hills of Cabrera
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Thieves of a hundred gates, the queen of cities
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No one shows pity, flyin spirits, floatin demons, fallen saints
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Soldiers walkin by their ranks, service of the East gate, scared to drink
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What would our leaders think? Every man lookin at each other, scared to blink
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The seed inside the sanctuary, scary
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Portraits of Saint Mary, with Mona Lisa
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The Queen of Cheeba, strokin a cheetah
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Other mid-wives sayin 'I don't like the way he treats her'
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Pass the reefer, bass cheeba, Solomon judge wisely
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Wisdom spoken of highly, hair knotty, ask God 'Why me?'
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[Chorus: Canibus]
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[Verse 3: Ras Kass]
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I'm live evil, I know live people
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Anxious to bang ya wit heavy metal like Magneto
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Now who really on some gangsta shit?
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Not every nigga with a stomach tattoo, bandana and a click homey
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You ain't dope just cuz ya sniff it, I lace ya blunt with it
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That just makes ya a wack rapper and a drug addict, get it
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These niggaz rhyme like they AK spray shit
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Sell a ki of yay shit, gotta ride, homicide, every single day shit
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Get smacked in the streets by some real nigga who don't play shit
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Hit the pavement screaming it's just entertainment
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And that ain't it, life sucks like pedagation
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My obligation, expose all ya funny bunnies
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Rappers actin slash fudge packin for the money
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Cuz next week if the new fad was hip hop fags
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You'll find a lot of these thug niggaz in drag
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[Verse 4: Kurupt]
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I'm ghetto symatic, automatic static
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Catatonic, supersonic, ebonic chronic addict
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Astronomical when the thunder dome sinner
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In the depths of the dungeon
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Dangerous, disasterly
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Catastrophes, metamorphis into a pit
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To run and die, cracking the bricks on the walls
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Camoflauge on the side of the lodge
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Bout to put something up in the garage
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Its time for World War 3 mufucka!
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You know me Young Gotti mufucka!
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I holds the microphone like a grudge
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In a 'llac laid back so back the fuck up
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