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lirik lagu die slow – canibus

yo
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yeah
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ya n-gg-s better
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uh
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all you can do is die slow n-gg-
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all you can do is die
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yeah
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f-ck y’all
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die slow n-gg-
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yo, you against me, no contest, my tongue hydraulics
strong enough to flip a ’64 impala with 3 adult p-ssengers
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
-ss-ssins camouflaged in the gr-ss blastin’
leavin’ blood all over ya’ lady like jackie o’n-ssis

i’ll fly ya’ body outta dallas
perform plastic surgery while we airborne and switch caskets
then lie to the m-sses, i’ll tell ’em that
you got murdered over some east west beef, between rappers

radio stations’ll express their sadness
play cl-ssics back to back and p-ss out stop the violence pamphlets
just imagine, every night ya’ girls f-ckin’ ya’ best friend
while you in h-ll throwin’ tantrums

i’ll be lampin’ in a mansion somewhere out in the hamptons
givin’ some pretty -ss b-tch a spankin’, n-gg- 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 b-ssett
you’ll just get ya’ -ss 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 m-th-f-ckin’ 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
f-ck you

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hey yo, that n-gg- got an att-tude
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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 alb-m 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

(die slow)
you got the alb-m?
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naw, i heard it was weak
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you got the alb-m? i said it was weak
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but the sh-t don’t come out till next week

(die slow)
hey yo, i like the n-gg-‘s beats
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yo that sh-t be comin’ bugged out
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hey yo, that n-gg- bis dumbs out
(die slow)
he waited too long to come out

to you b-tch n-gg-s who talk alot but walk the block, in halter tops
left side of ya chest, mark the spot
that’s where a n-gg- 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 kn-b
throw a gun under ya chin, see how quick your wh-r- 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 -ss 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 n-gg-s, 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 n-gg- 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 sh-t
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that n-gg- sounds like an amateur
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yo, i heard jay manage him

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yo, he got some heavy gold sh-t
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man, that’s some old sh-t
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yeah yo, the n-gg-s 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]

- canibus

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