Текст песни: The C-Quel + перевод

«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 vicious, telekinetically 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 niggas in my career I’ve ran through»

«At a thousand degrees Celsius, I make MC’s melt

Fuck my record label I appear courtesy of myself»

«Canibus is the type to fight for mics

Beatin' niggas to death and beatin' dead niggas to life»

«While you niggas is babblin'

My lyrics is travelin' like a javelin to stab you in the abdomen»

«The intellectual athlete accurately rappin' so rapidly

Yet he makes perfect sense mathematically»

«I walk the B-Lock withe the G-Lock, C-ocked

Tryna' 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 ricochet 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 muthafuckin' wall with these raw lyrics I catapult

«I'll hop into the back seat of a cab and rhyme

Til' the meter says 9, 9, 9, 9»

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 balls 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 IV and murder us all

I don’t give a fuck if you rich or you poor

Don’t give a fuck if you got ya' picture in The Source or Forbes

I don’t give a fuck who won an award

On stage tryna' thank God I’ll chop they tongue off with a sword

Let they blood pour all on the floor

If it ain’t a cordless, they gettin' punched in the jaw and hung wit' the cord

I’ll leave they corpse stiff as a board

Like frozen meat tryna' thaw then bury em under the morgue

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 you, 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 bull charge and crash in the wall

«Whoever grabs the mic after me’ll get booed

Get everything in the club thrown at you and ya' crew»

«I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it

I’ll snatch ya crown with ya head still attached to it»

«I battle you for the respect, I’ll battle you over a blank check

I’ll battle you with a gun to my neck»

«Ambushin' 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 Shitted-On By Canibus“»

«Turn ya' head round gimme the cheddar

I’d rather be a lion for a day than a lamb who lives forever»

«Fuck ya’ll, you don’t impress me and no one can test me

An emcee so ill I got AIDS scared to catch me»

Canibus is what the hardcore niggas is waitin' on

Debatin' on, what the fuck is takin' so long

Well I’m here now, verbal ass whippin’s bout to get shared out

Wack niggas bout to get aired out

Faggot niggas get they ass teared out

Grab a wise man by his goatee and rip his fuckin' beard out

Cold beat a nigga’s ass like Stout

Then bust a shot in the muthafuckin' 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 tryna' 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 niggas 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 tryna' blaze ADATS, and if a nigga said my demo was wack?

I’d beat his ass and took my tape back

«Yeah, nigga» «What? Yeah nigga 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 shit 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 niggas don’t understand

Canibus is unequivocally the illest killin' machine in the industry

For the 20th century

Trapped in a max security building

Sufferin' from a severe illness called brilliance