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Uni-4-Orm

Canibus, Ras Kass, Heltah Skeltah

Rhyme & Reason (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack), 1997, English

Lyrics

Pick up to six lines to make a card.

I pulverize MCs and blow up mics
From street-corner cyphers to international websites
I'll run up on you and set it for no reason
My flows are like body-blows that cause internal bleeding
'Cause I'm the baddest motherfucker, above average
With alien deoxyribonucleic acid
A blood spore, with metaphors of all sorts
So fly I need a passport just to walk
What the deal, baby?
I'll set it off while my people beat you upside the head
With lead from my Desert Eagle
Fuck how people treat you
Ain't got no time for your feelings
On tracks I'm revealin' the facts that be concealed in
A book, cause most black niggas don't read
Got me thinking bout my sister and my newborn seed
See this world is filled with idiots (What are you, an idiot?)
Illiterate, inconsiderate, motherfuckers that's kickin' the illest shit
I'll let the two-thirds of this nigga that's water evaporate
Then I want Jesus Christ to evacuate
Fuck pullin' a nigga's card
I want the deck and the dealer
Verbal monogamy sodomy is my commodity
I see one bitch-ass nigga
Then my head blow like the Oddities
You M.T.V., I empty MC (Nigga)
Record industry rule numbers one, two, and three
Jews run it, niggas run around in it, believe me
Hip-hop belongs to us soldiers over here
Nah, hip-hop belongs to us niggas right here
Don't be a idiot, hip-hop's your heart over here
So throw your motherfuckin' hands in the air
Ya'll must think I'm stupid
But I know my shit
Your style is small, that makes me wonder like that robot bitch
Yo, watch this
Got this locked, try for the key
You get popped in the face like you're throwin' fries up in hot grease
Rockness rips straight through toys
Got rappers jumpin' through car windows like they Duke Boys
I told ya, this east-west is bullfit like a Pablo's
Philly's wherever I go until I blow trial, yo
Canibus remains undisputed but never rooted
I'm strong enough to throw a bullet faster than a gun can shoot it
So if you try to battle me face-to-face
I'll bring your career to a stop quicker than anti-lock brakes
Look (Look) inside the mind of a animal
That'll beat you to death with a bar of soap wrapped in a towel
And while you niggas is babblin'
My lyrics is travelin' like a javelin
To stab you in the abdomen
Hip-hop belongs to us soldiers over here
Nah, hip-hop belongs to us niggas right here
Don't be a idiot, hip-hop's your heart over here
So throw your motherfuckin' hands in the air
Hip-hop belongs to us soldiers over here
You see, hip-hop belongs to us niggas right here
Don't be stupid, hip-hop's your heart over here
So throw your motherfuckin' hands in the air
Who want beef? I'm vegetarian?
When we thump, your knees bump like a Kerrigan
The veteran, better than sick crews
Take your medicine, I can evict you
From the crib'll let him in
Keep your locks on
Son, I think the plot's on (With who?)
With the baby girl, yo, the bitch said her pop's gone (For real?)
Proceed to creep, duke
There's no need to sleep, du, I'm nocturnal
Don't care about my whereabouts, nigga, it don't concern you
I got nigga's heads dividin' faster than nerds at a calculus convention
See I school niggas, then I after-school niggas like detention
It's a cinch to bag bitches now
But I remember they was dissin' when I was broke, I was good for nothing
Now I'm good for nuttin' down them bitche's throats (Uh-huh)
Like Rock say (You'll get the bobway...)
So just say when
You got anything to get off your chest besides yo chin
This nigga spit like I was teething
Fuckin' up more human beings than Europeans
Dutch bogart yo leg like I'm Barkley
Don't start me
I'll pull Starsky
He'll rip apart three of you in a heartbeat
In the dark we see like owls, bats, vampires
In a large tree
Ready to snipe that ass at warp speed
Launch torpedos
MCs know what they weak flows
We float and bounce on tracks like a goddamn speedboat
So slow yo ass down, no doubt
Don't be hasty, face me
Or you'll be dead indeed
Bench-pressin' daisies
Hip-hop belongs to us soldiers over here
Nah, hip-hop belongs to us niggas right here
Don't be a idiot, hip-hop's your heart over here
So throw your motherfuckin' hands in the air
Hip-hop belongs to us soldiers over here
You see, hip-hop belongs to us niggas right here
Don't be stupid, hip-hop's your heart over here
So throw your motherfuckin' hands in the air
Hip-hop belongs to us soldiers over here
Nah, hip-hop belongs to us niggas right here
Don't be stupid, hip-hop's your heart over here
So throw your motherfuckin' hands in the air
Hip-hop belongs to us soldiers over here
Nah, hip-hop belongs to us niggas right here
Don't be a idiot, hip-hop's your heart over here
So throw your motherfuckin' hands in the air
Motherfuckers
Word up to my peeps over here (and my peeps over there)
And my peeps over there (And my peeps over there)
And all my people puttin' boots up in your derriere
Who care, we motherfuckin' care, boy

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