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Canibus


[Verse 2: Canibus]
Yo, I practice the Art of War like Bone Thugs
Like, "n*gga what? I'm finna get gun and stick 'em up" and crush a thug's bones with a chrome slug
Leave you laying dead in your own blood
Foaming at the mouth like soap suds, see what the .44 does?
You know what? I'm 'bout to get mad as f*ck
And blast you in the gut, you n*ggas ain't had enough?
I'm the scariest Sagittarius you've ever seen
With genetically dominant genes
A supreme being
I fiends to rock them
'Til I'm top of the top ten
After 12 o'clock I get worse than Rakim
Then I make your whole crew sweat my music
'Cause I do get in your ears like a Q-Tip
Too quick for you to refuse it, you're defenseless
Mental blows'll hit you in the dome like clenched fists
Competition is usually forced to forfeit
My telepathy bench-presses more than a forklift
Don't even step to me on some bullsh*t
n*gga you betta off playing Russian Roulette wit a full clip
I'm knocking n*ggas out and knocking n*ggas off
Fa coming around the way with them Lugz that look like Clarks
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