Canibus Die Slow Lyrics

f/ Journalist

Yo (Die Slow)
Yea (Die Slow)
Ya n____s better..(Die Slow)
Uh (Die Slow)
All you can do is (Die Slow) n____ (Die Slow)
(Die Slow) 4x
All you can do is die (Slow)
(Die Slow) 2x
f___ ya'll
(Die Slow) 2x
Die Slow n____
(Die Slow)

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
Rubberface rappers get, stretched like elastic
Claymation characters wit verbal vernacular
Slappin' ya, like a white water rafter
Or a Olympic kayaker, paddlin' across the Niagara
My afterburners'll be burnin' you after
Ya' body already been splashed with acid
And you turn to ashes
a__assins camouflauged 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 they sadness
Play classics back to back and pass out "Stop The Violence" pamphlets
Just imagine, every night ya' girls f___in' ya' best friend
While you in hell throwin' tantrums
I'll be lampin' in a mansion somewhere out in the Hamptons
Givin' some pretty a__ b____ a spankin'
n____ 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' a__ 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____fuckin' emcee
Wit rhymes that appear clearer than liquid crystal
My lyrical is more visual than television screen pixels
I fire pistols, hit you wit' minature missles
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___ you

("Die Slow" through out the convo)
Hey Yo that n____ got an attitude
Yeah he be actin rude
And he's always trynna' 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 s___ don't come out till next week
Hey Yo I like the n____'s beats
Yo that s___ be comin' bugged out
Hey Yo that n____ Bis dumbs out
He waited too long to come out............

To you b____ n____s who talk alot
But walk the block, in halter tops
Left side of ya chest, mark the spot
That's where a n____ 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 k___
Throw a gun under ya chin, see how quick your w____ 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, 'till the day my career done
Bring it to ya a__ if you the challengin type
Especially those, surroundin' the mic
Sound of the light
To the Journ, ya'll ain't no suitable spitters
True to you n____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

("Die Slow" through out the convo)
Yea, yo that n____ Journalist gets busy yo
I heard he's from Philly yo
I seen him in Bis video
He's so skinny tho'
Now he's rollin' wit Canibus?
I don't even understand his s___
That n____ sounds like an amaetur
Yo i heard Jay manage him
Yo he got some heavy gold s___
Man, that's some old s___
Yea yo the n____s that he roll wit'
probably let 'em hold it
He got alotta Benji's
No he don't
Everytime, when i see him in the back of The Source
He looks <????>

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Canibus Mic-Nificent Lyrics
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