R U Lyrically Fit?

歌詞

(Canibus) Get ready for the Luminati tsunami (Lou) C4 ??? ???, eat meat raw Street dawgs, rip these off and put C's on Had to ease off from a show I just peed on Bought a two-seater that I put 10G's on Beat her 'cause she took my mother fucking ring off She took me to Supreme Court and the judge got screamed on They sent me up North to a prison with a ??? All day long and lift weights we ping pong Meet King-Kong, Big Don, and Little Shawn Murder One got big arms, he real strong Beat his own mom 'cause she stole from the weed farm Word on the streets, raw, don't beef with Armstrong Wrong season, Lou crush anything he breathes on Pass me the paper and pen and put beats on Rip rap songs put down pads with From ArchivesMusic.com and that's a rap son (Canibus) You mess with my horse, you're dead as a corpse, forget it Rhymes without ending, with infinite lyrics Fools who do get abused like broads In a battle for juice where rhymes are metaphors When my horse appears count your prayers Stab you in the ear then pull out the spear, watch the crowd cheer Leave the floor wet with all the bloodstains So the audience knows that Canibus runs things I ripped down stages on many occasions Dozens of broken down mics and melted tape decks Everywhere I go niggas want to rob me Bootleggers be in the front row trying to get a clear copy So take caution, ‘cause I'm a Horseman And I'll snatch that ass up quick like ‘turn it off man' So just acknowledge the way that I'm gifted ‘Cause if rap was a felony I'd be in prison Hogging up the phone, cussing at the C-O's Twenty-five to life with no parole And battling me? You must be feeling yourself I Ripped the Jacker so hard he might kill himself Like his name was Todd or James, back in the dark days It's like a pit-bull getting bit by a Shar-Pei I'll defend my horse, my men, my friends My baby's mama and my offspring so bring it on then So I can show you how I devour Nigga's like a Rottweiler with acidic saliva Step your shit up nigga, the Rip is much iller ‘Cause when I write rhymes I use the mind to pick the pen up Most artists are garbage, no skills They belong in a landfill Nobody feels them when they grab the mic (Lemmie Hear Sumthin' Else) And start bragging about their massive ice I can't eat emcees ‘cause I lost my appetite I'm a beast you're a midget with wack lyrics Like Dr. Evil said, ‘Quiet! Shut up! Zip it!' I reign superior, my metaphors are scarier Non-ill rappers, you better evacuate Before I exfoliate your face With abrasive phrases to give your face a face-lift Germaine spit insane shit so stop hating if you can't applaud me And give rap music the glory (Lou) 'C' - True Hollywood Story