Allied Meta-Forces

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(Canibus) Yo, the shotee rip, perforate the skin on top of your ribs, Red stuff comes out of squibs like a Hollywood script, Bitch niggas on the floor screaming for mommy and shit, Cardiologists hook up the heart monitors quick, Thermometer temperature dips below seventy-six, That's what you get for telling niggas 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, holding Hip Hop for hostage about to shoot, Helicopters stabilize at low altitudes, I'm talking to the negotiator laying out the rules, In a tight compromising 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 looking for them niggas in black, Leaned back in an Avocado Eldorado, Passing the bottle, speaking Japanese like, 'No me mah show' She's got a baging body, cold sushi with warm saki, And if I'm rapping sloppy G's got me. (Kool G Rap) Welcome to my world, danger and hazards Gang of bastards, banging they ratchets King and the Jacker, slanging in traffic Claiming they cabbage, obtain half, they aiming for static Get brains from an addict, keep blinging 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, banging a classic And if that beef on the street - hate you enough, Blow out ya brain in your casket Don't you love this drug element? Where slugs crush your melanin dome Chrome that's known to break bones in an elephant Shotgun pellets and, gunsmoke; smell the scent Big bullets, wiggle your guts like gelatin Cut through your skeleton, knockage intelligence Ride, stand, and bite the dust Jake wanna be like a Russian cuffed on that Riker bus We raised in the slums, with haze in our lungs Raising the guns, knowing My day'll come, razors under the tongue Clips in the steel, bricks in the wheels, Chips in the field of fortune Dead men walking with hits on the grills Late night at the spot, posted with goons, dope and balloons Coke and the doom, 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 your 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, blazing the raw - getting bands in the pores Bitches in draws with dick in their jaws The frame drank sick of Valour, straight bandit spot Open up shop, turn the block to 'Planet Rock' Shit with no chop, slept with the glock with the hammer cocked Serving the fiends, hop in the Suburban and lean Look at that don nigga swerving in Queens, player Balling a lot, brawling for props, calling the shots Hit the curb, birds all on the flock Jocking, like "who that there covered in all of them rocks" It's royalty bitch, fall on the cock, recognize one Giacanna G Rap, that live one - pay homage Get it fucked up, I spray comments, nigga what?! (Nigga what, it's the Curriculum! Mic Club) (Canibus) Anything is everything my nigga, I ain't bitter but if I give you the finger it'll be behind a trigger, Faggot ass nigga living in a gated community, Up at radio telling 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 po', Yo, I guard everything 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 niggas if the feeling is mutual, G Rap snatched the jewels fom 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 that I'm iller than you, Baby, you're sparring with the shadows, Canibus and G Rap flow, Motherfucker you're 'fessionalling 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, strip to they tits and beaver Sip Cris' and sniff coke of the peeter Yeah we ball big baby, look off the meter You should see us, it's movie star status Scar lackers lost cabbage, rip the Pablo Escobar fabrics Froze the road we chose, not a pretty route, Diddied out Grimey and grittied out, stack dough, jiggy out Dime bitches behavin like ya sex slave skizzied out Some nigga dizzy south, 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, player 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? Widespread, I'll be a 40 mile tune nigga What, what nigga? The noble laureate Comin at y'all niggaz.. Uh.. 40-pound style nigga...