Die Slow - Lyrics - Canibus

(Canibus) Yo, yeah "Die slow" You *** better "Die slow" All you could do is die slow *** "Die slow" All you could do is die "Die slow" *** y'all "Die slow" "Die slow" "Die slow" "Die slow" (Canibus) You against me? No contest, my tongue hydraulics Strong enough to flip a sixty-four Impala with three adult passengers And a four-hundred pound driver And drown you in less than an ounce of your own saliva Rubber-faced rappers get Stretched like elastic Claymation characters with verbal vernacular Slapping you like a white-water rafter or an Olympic kayaker Paddling across the Niagara My afterburners should be burning you after your body's already been splashed with acid And you turn into ashes Assassins camouflaged in the grass blasting Leaving blood all over your lady like Jackie Onassis I fly your body out of Dallas Perform plastic surgery while we're airborne and switch caskets Then lie to the masses I tell them that you got murdered over some East-West beef between rappers Radio stations'll express they sadness Play classics back to back and pass out ‘stop the violence' pamphlets Just imagine, every night your girl's *** your best-friend While you're in Hell, throwing tantrums I be lamping in a mansion, somewhere out in the Hamptons Giving some pretty-*** *** a spanking *** you can't win, I'm laughing ‘cause you a has-been You can't get your groove back, so don't even bother asking Angela Bassett You'll just get your *** kicked, get your head chopped off, and dropped in a basket My left arm's taken but my right one's free That means I can diss another *** emcee With rhymes that appear clearer than liquid crystal My lyrical is more visual than television screen pixels I fire pistols, hit you with miniature missiles Riddle your body with holes, then watch the blood trickle You probably had no idea what you was getting into ‘Cause on the mic, Can-I-Bus is invincible *** you (Break) "Die Slow" through out the convo) Hey Yo that *** got an attitude Yeah he be acting rude And he's always tryna battle you That last album was terrible When he's on the radio he never got a clean mouth Yeah everytime he freestyles, his words be gettin' bleeped out You got the album? Naw I heard it was weak You got the album? I said it was weak But the *** don't come out till next week Hey Yo I like the ***'s beats Yo that *** be coming bugged out Hey Yo that *** Bis dumbs out He waited too long to come out............ (Journalist) To you *** *** who talk a lot, but walk the block in halter tops Left side of ya chest, mark the spot That's where a *** 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 running through your courtyard Creeping wit a four-five and reaching for your door *** Throw a gun under ya chin, see how quick your *** 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 fairsome, 'til the day my career done Bring it to your *** if you the challenging type Especially those surrounding the mic, sounding alike To the Journ, y'all ain't no suitable spitters, true to you *** Lay you out on MD's, recouping ya liver Shouting my name, ya best to control the noise soldier boy Or homicide will be all over you poys with Polaroids (CONVO 2) ("Die Slow" through out the convo) Yea, yo that *** Journalist gets busy yo I heard he's from Philly yo I seen him in Bis video He's so skinny though Now he's rolling with Canibus? I don't even understand his *** That *** sounds like an amaetur Yo i heard Jay manage him Yo he got some heavy gold *** Man, that's some old *** Yea yo the *** that he roll with probably let them hold it He got alotta Benji's No he don't Everytime, when i see him in the back of The Source He looks