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| (feat. K-Solo) [Intro:] Yea, Mic Club and Waste Management "Javelin Fangz" WolfGang, sharp fangz Yea [Canibus:] The vocalist with osmosis spit Canibus on some robust robot shit You're not fit, drop, give me fifty bars of spit 950 more bars just to talk to the kid They just rappers I'm a cloud of galactic matter comin' at ya Like radar or race car spelt backwards The mirror image of the emperor's lyrics Concubines are forbidden to compare it until I finish The magnetic patient will record the same thing While erasin' the lost dynasty of Beijing Spittin' rhymes 'cause significant mission lapse time You'll be fine, don't rewind; move onto the next line Three bogies ten O'clock high, I die if I do not try Ostriches are not supposed to fly Fighter pilots with not eyelids Did you see what I just did? Hydraulic pressure gettin' as high as a bitch Textbook vertical spin, landed on the wing, I'm in The evil bald Eagle strike you again Yuri Gagarin, I met him when we he came to Heaven My first guest from terra firma Passage Magellan I didn't hesitate to tell him, 2012 you police yourselves As Earth travels through the gravity belt And I can offer you no help The Period of Purification can be described to somethin' you call Hell Yeah, S-P-E-L-L, R-A-P-E-L down to W-E-L-L WolfGang [K-Solo:] Start at your head, I end it quick and end your ass Send your career on a collision course; then you'll crash I'ma laugh mothafucker, its gon' only get worse You'll hit a tree and you go flyin' through your window headfirst Foes come in the white mink, leave in the red fur Get your fuckin' ass kicked, leave with your head hurt Beef with me equals dead thugs Even when I'm fuckin' sleep, stomp out you bedbugs The Hitman buck quick One thing I can't stand in this rap game is a bitch ass who suck dick Rap too good for the hood, who's the don And they said I'd never make it with a help from you know who But I proved them wrong Even without money in my pocket I still move along And I'm happy Canibus got me to do this song I was never assed out; my label's the only label And the mothafuckin' world is able to take the trash out Call me sweet, Big Kevin I fuck a bitch 'til she pass out I got hands too when I cum, a lot of niggaz don't wanna back out Dirty niggaz, they gon' pull a mac out 'Cause I rap grapple and box, make competition tap out I put it down; I cut them down, cut them down You know I'm known to shut them down Dudes is jokin', I laugh, take cash 'cause they clowns If they got beef with that I get Canibus to spray the rounds Take them down; I'm the Godfather, Long Island music here to take the crown Breeze through, enemies quiet, they don't make a sound Get a bucket of red blood, paint the town I'm a beast, when I walk I shake the ground Who hatin' now? Who hatin' now? Who hatin' now? |
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