Στοίχοι: Canibus. Die Slow.

Yo
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Yeah
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Ya niggas better
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Uh
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All you can do is die slow nigga
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All you can do is die
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Yeah
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Fuck y'all
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Die slow nigga
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Yo, you against me, no contest, my tongue hydraulics
Strong enough to flip a '64 Impala with 3 adult passengers
And a 4 hundred pound driver
And drown you in less than an ounce of your own saliva

Rubber face rappers get, stretched like elastic
Claymation characters wit verbal vernacular
Slappin' ya, like a white water rafter
Or a Olympic kayaked, paddlin' across the Niagara

My afterburners'll be burnin' you after
Ya' body already been splashed with acid and you turn to ashes
Assassins camouflaged in the grass blastin'
Leavin' blood all over ya' lady like Jackie O'Nassis

I'll fly ya' body outta Dallas
Perform plastic surgery while we airborne and switch caskets
Then lie to the masses, I'll tell 'em that
You got murdered over some East West beef, between rappers

Radio stations'll express their sadness
Play classics back to back and pass out stop the violence pamphlets
Just imagine, every night ya' girls fuckin' ya' best friend
While you in hell throwin' tantrums

I'll be lampin' in a mansion somewhere out in the Hamptons
Givin' some pretty ass bitch a spankin', nigga you can't win
I'm laughin' 'cause you a has been
You'll never get ya' groove back

So don't even bother askin', Angela Bassett
You'll just get ya' ass kicked
Get ya' head chopped off and dropped in a basket
My left arms taken but my right ones free
That means I could diss another muthafuckin' emcee

Wit rhymes that appear clearer than liquid crystal
My lyrical is more visual than television screen pixels
I fire pistols, hit you wit' miniature missiles
Riddle ya' body wit' holes then watch the blood sprinkle

Ya probably had no idea what you was gettin' into
On the mic, Can-i-bus is invincible
Fuck you

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Hey yo, that nigga got an attitude
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Yeah, he be actin' rude
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And he's always trynna' battle you
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That last album was terrible

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When he's on the radio
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He never got a clean mouth
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Yeah, every time he freestyles
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His words be gettin' bleeped out

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You got the album?
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Naw, I heard it was weak
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You got the album? I said it was weak
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But the shit don't come out till next week

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Hey yo, I like the nigga's beats
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Yo that shit be comin' bugged out
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Hey yo, that nigga Bis dumbs out
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He waited too long to come out

To you bitch niggas who talk alot but walk the block, in halter tops
Left side of ya chest, mark the spot
That's where a nigga put it, when I'm hooded
Then fill you up wit big bullets prepare you for some channel 6 footage

Know what is, me and Bis, runnin' through ya courtyard
Creepin' wit a four-five and reachin' for ya door knob
Throw a gun under ya chin, see how quick your whore rise
One shot could have a short slide, right out the North side

Your whole flow is porkrine, spit the small oints
I'm nasty, but my small joints grip the bar point
Drop on top of the blue line, right beside the red one
Keep the flow fearsome, 'til the day my career done

Bring it to ya ass if you the challengin' type
Especially those, surroundin' the mic, sound of the light
To the Journ, y'all ain't no suitable splitters
True to you niggas, lay you out on MD's, recoupin' ya liver

Shoutin' my name
Ya best to control the noise soldier boy
Or homicide will be all over you poys with Polaroids

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Yeah, yo that nigga Journalist gets busy yo
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I heard he's from Philly yo
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I seen him in Bis video
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He's so skinny tho'

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Now he's rollin' wit Canibus?
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I don't even understand his shit
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That nigga sounds like an amateur
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Yo, I heard Jay manage him

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Yo, he got some heavy gold shit
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Man, that's some old shit
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Yeah yo, the niggas that he roll wit'
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Probably let 'em hold it

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He got alotta Benji's
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No he don't
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Every time, when I see him in the back of the source
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He looks [Incomprehensible]