2000 b.c. (emphasys & elixir remix)
canibus
yo! my offense is a mixture of mike and muhammad
knock a nigga unconscious and talk shit
weavin' and dodgin' with defensive blockin'
the top ten become nine dead if i ever decide to hop in
knock you out like ten shots of vodka and gin
the beautiful blend of power and strength
down to where my toe cuticles end
pull a voodoo verse on a nigga
who can spit the words quicker than the average man?
bite you with fangs and mangle ya hands
the canibus can with the stamina to damage a man
i shouldn't have left you
without a strong rhyme to step to
i told y'all i roast y'all
i shouldn't have left you
without a strong rhyme to step to
i told y'all i roast y'all
a priest murdered at the doorstep
he heard the hounds of horses
the whole town with torches
blood on the door knock where our lord slept
night before the see-er saw it
broken windows with canisters
masked man at the top of the bannister
shattered glass everywhere
someone pushed his man down the stairs
a knife in the back with a note attached
and heard the whistle of the soft air
someone screamin 'warfare'
a servant yells out 'the bitch is cursed
cause her to hold the sharing
his lil' way out the valley
a spy cut her throat inside a dark alley
someone knocked his daughter off a balcony
the cowardly flee to the hills of cabrera
thieves of a hundred gates
soldiers walkin by their ranks
what would our leaders think? every man lookin at each other
the seed inside the sanctuary
other mid-wives sayin 'i don't like the way he treats her'
anxious to bang ya wit heavy metal like magneto
now who really on some gangsta shit?
not every nigga with a stomach tattoo
bandana and a click homey
you ain't dope just cuz ya sniff it
that just makes ya a wack rapper and a drug addict
these niggaz rhyme like they ak spray shit
get smacked in the streets by some real nigga who don't play shit
hit the pavement screaming it's just entertainment
life sucks like pedagation
expose all ya funny bunnies
rappers actin slash fudge packin for the money
cuz next week if the new fad was hip hop fags
you'll find a lot of these thug niggaz in drag
astronomical when the thunder dome sinner
in the depths of the dungeon
cracking the bricks on the walls
camoflauge on the side of the lodge
bout to put something up in the garage
its time for world war 3 mufucka!
you know me young gotti mufucka!
i holds the microphone like a grudge
in a 'llac laid back so back the fuck up
dis might give you a heart attack
it's real simple can't get more simple than that