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The C-Quel

2000 B.C.专辑

  • 作曲 : G. Williams
    (OVERLAP 1)
    'I'll battle you on the net, I'll battle you in the flesh
    I'll battle you over the phone you can call me collect'
    'Verbally viscious, telekenetically gifted,
    Took a minute to exhibit that I'm sick with it'
    'Have you any idea what I'll do to crews like you
    How many ****** in my career I've ran through'
    'At 1000 degrees celsius I make Emcees melt,
    **** my record label I appear courtesy of myself'
    'Canibus is the type to fight for mics,
    beatin' ****** to death and beatin' dead ****** to life'
    'While you ****** is babblin' my lyrics is travelin'
    like a javelin to stab you in the abdomen'
    'The intellectual athelete accurately rappin' so rapidly,
    Yet he makes perfect sense mathematically'
    'I walk the B-Lock withe the G-Lock, C-ocked,
    trynna' get the DR-op on the C-ops'
    'The Canibus is a animal with a mechanical mandible
    comin' to damage you spittin' understandable slang at you'
    'Rhymes richocet off the inner walls of my lungs
    and go past the tongue faster than bullets come out of guns
    'Whenever the head is severed from the human body
    with a sharp enough weapon the brain remains conscious for 10 seconds'
    'What's the matter with ya'll, I'll spatter ya'll,
    against the muthaf****n' wall with these raw lyrics I catapault
    'I'll hop into the back seat of a cab and rhyme,
    Till the meter says 9, 9, 9, 9!!!'
    (Verse 1)
    Yea, it's the C-Quel, the C-Quel, Yo!
    I'm hardcore from the nappy follicles in my pores
    To every single pore in my skull
    Hard from my mouth to my jaws
    ]From my jaws to my torso where my organs are stored
    And from my b***s in my draws to the floor
    I pray to God they hurry up and start the third World War
    So I can start World War 4 and murder us all
    I don't give a **** if you rich or you poor
    Don't give a **** if you got ya' picture in the Source of Forbes
    I don't give a **** who won an award
    On stage tryna' thank God I'll chop ya' tongue off wit' a sword
    Let they blood pour all on the floor
    If it ain't a cordless, you gettin' punched in the jaw and hung wit' the cord
    I'll leave ya' corpse stiff as a board
    Like frozen meat tryna' thaw then bury you under the morge
    Gettin' in my way is like jumpin' in front of a car
    Breakin' the sound barrier, that means the car is in front of the horn
    By the time you hear it blowin', it's too late to respond
    By the time you feel it hit chu, I'm gone
    I'll send ya' to hell where you belong
    So by the time ya' body hits the floor
    Ya' spirit won't be in it no more
    Who could flow for 4 minutes or more
    Without breaks, without mistakes, without flaws
    I got millions of styles and I mastered'em all
    A metaphor matador fast enough to make the bullcharge and crash in the wall
    (OVERLAP 2)
    'Whoever grabs the mic after me'll get booed
    Get everything in the club thrown at you and ya' crew'
    'I'm the illest ***** alive, watch me prove it,
    I'll snatch ya' crown with ya' head still attached to it'
    'I battle you the respect, I'll battle you over a blank check
    I'll battle you with a gun to my neck'
    'Ambus*in' emcees, jumpin' out the trees like Vietnamese
    in fatigues covered with leaves'
    'Next year, you'll be walkin' around the 'How Can I Be Down'
    conference with a laminate, that said 'I Got S*itted-On By Canibus''
    'Turn ya' head round gimmie the cheddar,
    I'd rather be a lion for a day than a lamb who lives forever'
    '**** ya'll, you don't impress me and no one can test me,
    an emcee so ill I got AIDS scared to catch me'
    (Verse 2)
    Canibus is what the hardcore ****** is waitin' on
    Debatin' on what the **** is takin' so long
    Well I'm here now, verbal ass whippins bout to get shared out
    Wack ****** bout to get aired out
    Faggit ****** get they ass teared out
    Grab a wise man by his goatee and rip his f****n' beard out
    Cold beat a ****** ass like Stout
    Then bust a shot in the muthaf****n' courtroom and watch it clear out
    A hundred thousand mile warranty
    Metaphorically, I'll use a hundred thousand styles and murder you orally
    I took a lion on tour wit' me, made him respect authority
    Smacked him in the head for trynna' roar at me
    Lyrics got my undivided loyalty
    And there ain't nothin' on this God damn planet that's worth more to me
    In the name of Hip-Hop ****** could corner me
    Torture me, slice me then stitch me up like embroidery
    Way back before gold-plated male and female
    RCA jacks was used for crystal clear playback
    I was trynna' blaze ADATS, and if a ***** said my demo was wack?
    I'd beat his ass and took my tape back
    'Yea *****' [smack] 'What? Yeah ***** take that'
    Anybody get outta' line, get they face slapped
    Quick fast, the Can-I-Bus'll buss yo' ass
    Then I'll bust you wit' a shotgun blast
    It's not fun so I don't laugh
    To me this rap s*it is as serious as, the death of a loved one
    You know how you be feelin' sad
    That's how I feel when I grab the microphone but ****** don't understand
    Canibus is unequivocably the illest killin' machine in the industry
    For the 20th century
    Trapped in a max security building
    Sufferin' from a severe illness called brillance (echoes)
  • 作曲 : G. Williams
    (OVERLAP 1)
    'I'll battle you on the net, I'll battle you in the flesh
    I'll battle you over the phone you can call me collect'
    'Verbally viscious, telekenetically gifted,
    Took a minute to exhibit that I'm sick with it'
    'Have you any idea what I'll do to crews like you
    How many ****** in my career I've ran through'
    'At 1000 degrees celsius I make Emcees melt,
    **** my record label I appear courtesy of myself'
    'Canibus is the type to fight for mics,
    beatin' ****** to death and beatin' dead ****** to life'
    'While you ****** is babblin' my lyrics is travelin'
    like a javelin to stab you in the abdomen'
    'The intellectual athelete accurately rappin' so rapidly,
    Yet he makes perfect sense mathematically'
    'I walk the B-Lock withe the G-Lock, C-ocked,
    trynna' get the DR-op on the C-ops'
    'The Canibus is a animal with a mechanical mandible
    comin' to damage you spittin' understandable slang at you'
    'Rhymes richocet off the inner walls of my lungs
    and go past the tongue faster than bullets come out of guns
    'Whenever the head is severed from the human body
    with a sharp enough weapon the brain remains conscious for 10 seconds'
    'What's the matter with ya'll, I'll spatter ya'll,
    against the muthaf****n' wall with these raw lyrics I catapault
    'I'll hop into the back seat of a cab and rhyme,
    Till the meter says 9, 9, 9, 9!!!'
    (Verse 1)
    Yea, it's the C-Quel, the C-Quel, Yo!
    I'm hardcore from the nappy follicles in my pores
    To every single pore in my skull
    Hard from my mouth to my jaws
    ]From my jaws to my torso where my organs are stored
    And from my b***s in my draws to the floor
    I pray to God they hurry up and start the third World War
    So I can start World War 4 and murder us all
    I don't give a **** if you rich or you poor
    Don't give a **** if you got ya' picture in the Source of Forbes
    I don't give a **** who won an award
    On stage tryna' thank God I'll chop ya' tongue off wit' a sword
    Let they blood pour all on the floor
    If it ain't a cordless, you gettin' punched in the jaw and hung wit' the cord
    I'll leave ya' corpse stiff as a board
    Like frozen meat tryna' thaw then bury you under the morge
    Gettin' in my way is like jumpin' in front of a car
    Breakin' the sound barrier, that means the car is in front of the horn
    By the time you hear it blowin', it's too late to respond
    By the time you feel it hit chu, I'm gone
    I'll send ya' to hell where you belong
    So by the time ya' body hits the floor
    Ya' spirit won't be in it no more
    Who could flow for 4 minutes or more
    Without breaks, without mistakes, without flaws
    I got millions of styles and I mastered'em all
    A metaphor matador fast enough to make the bullcharge and crash in the wall
    (OVERLAP 2)
    'Whoever grabs the mic after me'll get booed
    Get everything in the club thrown at you and ya' crew'
    'I'm the illest ***** alive, watch me prove it,
    I'll snatch ya' crown with ya' head still attached to it'
    'I battle you the respect, I'll battle you over a blank check
    I'll battle you with a gun to my neck'
    'Ambus*in' emcees, jumpin' out the trees like Vietnamese
    in fatigues covered with leaves'
    'Next year, you'll be walkin' around the 'How Can I Be Down'
    conference with a laminate, that said 'I Got S*itted-On By Canibus''
    'Turn ya' head round gimmie the cheddar,
    I'd rather be a lion for a day than a lamb who lives forever'
    '**** ya'll, you don't impress me and no one can test me,
    an emcee so ill I got AIDS scared to catch me'
    (Verse 2)
    Canibus is what the hardcore ****** is waitin' on
    Debatin' on what the **** is takin' so long
    Well I'm here now, verbal ass whippins bout to get shared out
    Wack ****** bout to get aired out
    Faggit ****** get they ass teared out
    Grab a wise man by his goatee and rip his f****n' beard out
    Cold beat a ****** ass like Stout
    Then bust a shot in the muthaf****n' courtroom and watch it clear out
    A hundred thousand mile warranty
    Metaphorically, I'll use a hundred thousand styles and murder you orally
    I took a lion on tour wit' me, made him respect authority
    Smacked him in the head for trynna' roar at me
    Lyrics got my undivided loyalty
    And there ain't nothin' on this God damn planet that's worth more to me
    In the name of Hip-Hop ****** could corner me
    Torture me, slice me then stitch me up like embroidery
    Way back before gold-plated male and female
    RCA jacks was used for crystal clear playback
    I was trynna' blaze ADATS, and if a ***** said my demo was wack?
    I'd beat his ass and took my tape back
    'Yea *****' [smack] 'What? Yeah ***** take that'
    Anybody get outta' line, get they face slapped
    Quick fast, the Can-I-Bus'll buss yo' ass
    Then I'll bust you wit' a shotgun blast
    It's not fun so I don't laugh
    To me this rap s*it is as serious as, the death of a loved one
    You know how you be feelin' sad
    That's how I feel when I grab the microphone but ****** don't understand
    Canibus is unequivocably the illest killin' machine in the industry
    For the 20th century
    Trapped in a max security building
    Sufferin' from a severe illness called brillance (echoes)