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 I pulverize mc's and blow up mics
 From street corner cyphers to international web sites
 I'll run up on you and set it for no reason
 My flows are like body-blows that cause internal bleeding
 Cause i'm the baddest motherfucker, above average
 With alien deoxyribonucleic acid
 A blood spore, with meatphors of all sorts
 So fly i need a pass port just to walk
 
 [ruck]
 
 What the deal, baby?
 I'll set it off while my people beat you upside the head
 With lead from my desert eagle
 Fuck how people treat you,
 Ain't got no time for your feelings
 On tracks i'm revealin the facts that be concealed in
 A book, cause most black niggas don't read
 Got me thinking bout my sister and my new-born seed
 See this world is filled with idiots (what are you, and idiot?)
 Illiterate, inconsiderate, motherfuckers that's kickin the illest shit
 
 [ras kass]
 
 I'll let two-thirds of this nigga that's water evaporate
 Then i want jesus christ to evacuate
 Fuck pullin a nigga's card
 I want the deck and the dealer
 Global monotomy, sodomoy is my commodity
 I see one bitch-ass nigga
 Then my head blow like the oddities
 You emtpy t.v., i empty mc (nigga)
 Record industry rule numers one, two, and three
 Jews run it,
 Niggas run around in it,
 Believe me
 
 Break: rock (), ras kass [], ruck {}, all
 
 (hip-hop belongs to us soldiers over here)
 [nah, hip-hop belongs to us niggas right here]
 {you a idiot, hip-hop's your heart over here}
 So throw your motherfuckin hands in the air
 
 [rock]
 
 Ya'll must think i'm stupid,
 But i know my shit
 Just dollar smoke that makes me wonder like that robot bitch
 Yo, watch this
 Got this locked, try for the key,
 You get popped in the face like you're throwin fries up in hot greese
 Rockness rips straight through toys
 Got rappers jumpin through windshields like they duke boys
 I told ya, this east-west is bullfit like a pablo's
 Philly's wherever i go until i blow trial, yo
 
 [canibus]
 
 Canibus remains undisputed, but never rooted
 I'm strong enough to throw a bullet faster than a gun can shoot it
 So if you try to battle me face-to-face,
 I'll bring your career to a stop quicker than anti-lock brakes
 Look (look) inside the mind of a animal
 That'll beat you to death with a bar of soap wrapped in a towel
 And while you niggas is babblin,
 My lyrics is travelin
 Like a javelin
 To stab you in the abdomen
 
 Chorus: rock (), ras kass [], ruck {}, all
 
 (hip-hop belongs to us soldiers over here)
 [nah, hip-hop belongs to us niggas right here]
 {you a idiot, hip-hop's your heart over here}
 So throw your motherfuckin hands in the air
 
 (hip-hop belongs to us soldiers over here)
 [you see, hip-hop belongs to us niggas right here]
 {you stupid, hip-hop's your heart over here}
 So throw your motherfuckin hands in the air
 
 [ruck]
 
 Who want beef from vegetarian?
 When we thump, your knees bump like a kerrigan
 The veteran, better than sick crews
 Take your medicine, i can vic you
 From the crib'll let him in
 Keep your locks on
 Son, i think the plot's on (with who?)
 With the baby girl, yo, the bitch said her pop's gone (for real?)
 Proceed to creep, du
 There's no need to sleep, du, i'm nocturnal
 Don't care about my where abouts, nigga, it don't concern you
 
 [ras kass]
 
 I got nigga's heads dividin faster than nerds at a calculus convention
 See i school niggas, then i after-school niggas like detention
 It's a chinch to bag bitches now
 But i remember they was dissin when i was broke, i was good for nothing
 But now i'm good for nuttin down them bitche's throats (uh-huh)
 Like rock say (you'll get the bobway...)
 So just say when
 You got anything to get off your chest besides yo chin
 This nigga spit like i was teething
 Fuckin up more human beings than europeans
 
 [rock]
 
 Dutch boy, guard yo leg like i'm barkley
 Don't start me,
 I'll pull sparsky,
 He'll rip apart three of you in a heart beat
 In the dark we see like owls, bats, vampires
 In a large tree
 Ready to snipe that ass at warp speed
 Launch torpedos
 Mc's know what they weak flows
 We float and bounce on tracks like a goddamn speed boat
 So slow yo ass down, no doubt
 Don't be hasty, face me
 Or you'll be jettin diesel,
 Bench-pressin daisys
 
 Chorus (x2)
- Florin Peste
 Nome Album : Unknown
- Jeff Souza
 Nome Album : Unknown
- Los bunkers
 Nome Album : Unknown
- Gilbert Becaud
 Nome Album : Unknown
- Common F/ Mark The 45 King
 Nome Album : Miscellaneous