Canibus - Allied Meta Forces lyrics

(feat. Kool G Rap)

[Canibus:]

Yo, the shotee rip, perforate the skin on top of your ribs

Red stuff comes out of squibs like a Hollywood script

Bitch niggaz on the floor screamin' for mommy and shit

Cardiologists hook up the heart monitors quick

Thermometer temperature dips below seventy-six

That's what you get for tellin' niggaz that you're better than 'Bis

Not possible, if I can't pronounce it, it ain't rhymable

The audible probability probably ain't probable

Supreme rap, G rap underground without a roof

Chopper proof, holdin' Hip-Hop for hostage about to shoot

Helicopters stabilize at low altitudes

Talkin' to the negotiator layin' out the rules

In a tight compromisin' loop road blocked with troops

Under orders not to shoot but they break your vertebra with boots

Ten O'clock news flash, 'Bis and G Rap

All points bulletin lookin' for them niggaz in black

Leaned back in an Avocado El-Dorado

Passin' the bottle, speakin' Japanese like, "No me mah show"

She's got a banging body, cold sushi with warm saki

And if I'm rappin' sloppy G's got me

[Kool G. Rap:]

Welcome to my world, danger and hazards

Gang of bastards, bangin' they ratchets

King and the Jacker, slangin' in traffic

Claimin' they cabbage, obtain half, they aimin' for stackage

Get brains from the attic, keep blingin' with karats

Cops see me in Maddox, then let ya dame have it, flames to the attic

The stains on ya fabric, the paint in the graphic

Canibus and G Rap, bangin' a classic

And if that beef on the street - hate you enough

Blow out ya brain in ya casket

Don't you love this drug element?

Where slugs crush ya melon and dome

Chrome that's known to break bones in an elephant

Shotgun pellets and, gunsmoke; smell the scent

Big bullets wiggle ya guts like gelatin

Cut through ya skeleton, knockage intelligence

Bystanders bite the dust

Jake wanna be like a Russian cuffed thrown in that Riker bus

We raised in the slums, with haze in our lungs, raisin' the guns

Knowin' - my day'll come, razors under the tongue

Clips in the steel, bricks in the wheels

Chips in the field of fortune

Dead men walkin' with hits on the grills

Late night at the spot, posted with goons, dope and balloons

Coke and the doom, you scheme?

I'll leave you open with wounds, nigga!

Witness G Rap put it back in perspective

Beat up shit with a dash of the peppers

Get blast for ya necklace

Leave ya brains on the dash in ya Lexus

We up in the club, dash for the exit

Make ya spread 'em out - show you what this lead about

Take it from an old thug, whoever clean cold blood

Believe they bled it out (Yo)

Crave for the war, pop out rages with fours

Hit the jackpot, blazin' the raw - gettin' bands in the pores

Bitches enjoy with dick in their jaws

The frame drank sick of Valor, straight bandit spot

Open up shop, turn the block to "Planet Rock"

Shit with no chop, slept with the glock with the hammer cocked

Servin' the fiends, hop in the Suburban and lean

Look at that don nigga swervin' in Queens, playa

Ballin' a lot, brawlin' for props, callin' the shots

Hit the curb, birds all on the flock

Jockin', like "who that there covered in all of them rocks"

(Giacanna) It's royalty bitch, fall on the cock, recognize one (Ride out)

Giacanna G Rap, that live one - pay homage (God bitch!)

Get it fucked up, I spray comments, nigga what?!

(Nigga what, it's The Curriculum: Mic Club)

[Canibus:]

Yo, e'yythin' is e'yythin' my nigga

I ain't bitter but if I give you the finger it'll be behind a trigger

Faggot ass nigga livin' in a gated community

Up at radio tellin' them what you're going to do to me

I live in the 'burbs

Clean my Winchester every other weekend with the same dirty Hanes shirt

It takes two to tango, three to jump rope

Four to bury the body plus look out for poe'

Yo, I guard everythin' within the limits of my post

My orders are to smoke you if you get too close

The whole Globe is scared of my flow

Spirit world, scared of my soul

Nowadays it's like I'm scared to be known

The methods of my motivation is completely subjective

My perception is completely parallel to perspective

Rhyming is the reason I spit in faces

Habituation of my flamboyance without rational reservation

Whiskey, X-ray, Yankee, Zulu, unusual

Wordologically my syllable position is beautiful

Only respect niggaz if the feelin' is mutual

G Rap snatched the jewels from you; I'll throw them in the crucible

Probably throw you in it too, mix it up and make nigga-stew

If you can't admit I'm iller than you

Baby what's wrong with your shadows, Canibus and G Rap flow

Mothafucka you're 'fessionallin' with the Pros

[Kool G. Rap:]

Know it's, dough over hoes - bankrolls, Rovers and clothes

And shots blow all them cowards and foes

Giacanna proud with the pros, foul mode

We quick reachers, spear with the fearless 'til you drip liters

Flip divas, the big secret on the strip to 'til their tits and beaver

Sip Cris' and sniff coke of the peeter

Yeah we ball big baby, lock off the meter

You should see us, it's movie star status

Scar lavish large cabbage, rip the Pablo Escobar fabrics

Froze the road we chose, not a pretty route, nittied out

Grimey and grittied out, stack dough, jiggy out

Dime bitches behavin' like ya sex slave skizzied out

Some nigga dizzy style 'til he's out, busy mouth

Swerve to the curb, hit the bird split the kitties out

We kidnap for trap - blackmail for a gang a mill

Spot banger himself, fishscale rocks under the fingernails

The blood trail lead to a corpse

Treat my appetite for greed with a torch

For keys to a Porsche, to breeze in the loft

Roll up my hand sheets with the force

We squeeze off, no need for remorse, playa

Forty wild goons, we forty Calhouns

You die forty foul dooms for forty coward moves

Bless sparkle, and spark until my shorty style rules

Giancanna dead? We spread; I'll be a 40 mile tune nigga

What, what nigga? The noble laureate comin' at y'all niggaz

Uh, 40-pound style nigga