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[Canibus]

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 motherf–ker, above average
With alien deoxyribonucleic acid
A blood spore, with metaphors 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
F–k how people treat you,
Ain’t got no time for your feelings
On tracks I’m revealing the facts that be concealed in
A book, cause most black n—as 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, motherf–kers that’s kickin the illest s–t

[Ras Kass]

I’ll let two-thirds of this n—a that’s water evaporate
Then I want Jesus Christ to evacuate
F–k pullin a n—a’s card
I want the deck and the dealer
Global monotony, sodomy is my commodity
I see one b—h-ass n—a
Then my head blow like the Oddities
You empty T.V., I empty MC (N—a)
Record industry rule numbers one, two, and three
Jews run it,
N—as run around in it,
Believe me

[Break: Rock (), Ras Kass , Ruck {}, all]

(Hip-hop belongs to us soldiers over here)

{You a idiot, hip-hop’s your heart over here}
So throw your motherf–kin hands in the air

[Rock]

Ya’ll must think I’m stupid,
But I know my s–t
Just dollar smoke that makes me wonder like that robot b—h
Yo, watch this
Got this locked, try for the key,
You get popped in the face like you’re throwin fries up in hot grease
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 n—as 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)

{You a idiot, hip-hop’s your heart over here}
So throw your motherf–kin hands in the air

(Hip-hop belongs to us soldiers over here)

{You stupid, hip-hop’s your heart over here}
So throw your motherf–kin 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 b—h 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, n—a, it don’t concern you

[Ras Kass]

I got n—a’s heads dividin faster than nerds at a calculus convention
See I school n—as, then I after-school n—as like detention
It’s a chinch to bag b—hes 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 b—hes 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 n—a spit like I was teething
F–kin 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 torpedoes
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)]

The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.

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