R U Lyrically Fit? lyrics

[Intro: Canibus]
Get ready for the Luminati tsunami!

[Verse 1: Luminati]
C4 me Igor eat meat raw
Street dogs 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 motherf*cking ring off
She took me to Supreme Court and the judge got screamed on
They sent me up North to a prison with a minion
All day long I lift weights, win ping pong
Meet King Kong, Big Don and Little Shawn
Murda One got big arms, he real strong
Beat his own moms '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 song, put down pads
With facts from
ArchivesMusic.com and that's a rap, son

[Verse 2: Canibus]
You mess with my horse, you dead as a corpse, forget it
Rhymes without ending with infinite lyrics
Fools you do get abused like broads
In a battle for juice with rhymes and 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 blood stains
So the audience knows the Canibus runs things
I rip down stages on many occasions
Dozen of broken down mics and melted tape decks
Everywhere I go, n*ggas wanna rob me
Bootleggers be in the front row tryna 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, cussin' at the C.O's
25 to life with no parole
And battling me, you must be feelin' yourself
I Rip 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 defend my horse, my men, my friends
My baby's momma and my offspring, so bring it on then
So I can show you how I devour
n*ggas like a rottweiler with acidic saliva
Step your sh*t up, n*gga, the Ripper's 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 it when the grab the mic and start bragging about their massive ice
I can't eat emcees 'cause I lost my appetite
I'm a beast, you 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 sh*t
So stop hating if you can't applaud me and give rap music the glory
[Outro: Luminati]
'C' - True Hollywood Story