Canibus
Canibus - Boxcutta' Bladerunna' songtekst
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[18 second car chase intro to start] [Canibus] Record industry's most wanted, Rip the Jacker Wanted for the '98 slayings of several rappers One of which went on to be a successful actor Here's the reenactment, he called me at my mansion But the phone probably rang two times, then I answered He sounded really amped up, he tried to scare me He told me that Def Jam wanted to ban me And told me Tracy Wabels{?} wanted to bang me Damn I wanted to get in her panties, she was scared of me Canibus hates the media and the magazines They add so much credibility to elaborate schemes Internet chatrooms with live feeds of a rapper Bein eaten alive by live bees Sound barriers like the Lockheed, even with knock knees I run across rough terrain at mach speed That's a rhyme from like 9-3, it's vivid in the mind as pictures with six hundred DPI's to a sheet If I'm high when I speak, the knowledge is deep, solid as concrete This is real hip-hop for the streets I never leave any witnesses, it's ridiculous They serve me court papers at the studio I did this in Missin from society, because they lied to me They didn't want to accept my doctrine of society I've studied with hundreds of scientists and science teams In various Ivy Leagues, they respect my esteem Whattayou want me to rap about? Go 'head, try a theme Give me a person place or thing, I'll create the time and scene Somewhere in Afghanistan, U.S.A. survival teams Keep an eye on their surroundings in the jihad regime A total riot scene, back and forth they encrypt fiber optic beams on my album out next spring You motherfuckin right nigga, I'm about that cream I promised myself I wouldn't shoot it without that scene It doesn't look right like Cash Money without that bling Siblings, I mean we all got the same last name Jermaine, Williams, that's my name Say it again, Jermaine Williams, dang! I think he goes by the name of the Canibus man And occasionally Rip the Jacker, but never Stan Get it through your head and don't ask me again Box cutta', bladerunna', nigga rap 'til you sweat Have you ever read a book called "The Catcher in the Rye" It so happens I'm lookin for a copy I can buy Canibus is comin for y'all 'round the outside 'Round the outside, 'round the outside A lot of y'all shine, but y'all can't rhyme And it's about time that I put y'all in line Twist your mind, with twisted rhymes As weird as Michael Jackson's nose from the side Flows that abide are quite bold for the times No need to hide, your friends are associates of mine Don't be a stranger, come over some time I got coke if you do lines, you get a robe at the drive If you hear the engine knockin just pull over to the side I guess it hasn't been serviced in all this time Halloween, "True Hollywood Stories" release date We should have a "Who Wants to Battle Canibus" sweepstakes And limit it to three states, New York City, home of the greats Philly and out West, piece of cake Old school rappers I wouldn't be around without ain't got shit to say but keep puttin albums out Don't let what I said, get you upset Box cutta', bladerunna', nigga rap 'til you sweat