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Canibus

Yo, yo, yo<br /> Now when you see that big ass 'C', you know I'm comin' through<br /> And when you know I'm comin' through, you know what I'ma do<br /> I never said that battlin' me would be impossible<br /> I just think it's highly motherfuckin' improbable<br /> You talkin' to a nigga that can split molecules<br /> Subatomic particles, strong enough to stop a bull<br /> Body-slam two oxes and drop a mule<br /> Urinatin' rocket fuel, freestylin' over Gospel tunesRhymes by the thousands, rhymes for hours<br /> I could kick a rhyme longer than your whole album<br /> The kickboxer, beatin' the shit out niggaz proper<br /> I beat 'em till they holla, beat 'em till the cops come<br /> Beatin' niggaz till they have seizures, beat 'em till they start screamin'<br /> Like fax machines when they start receivin'<br /> Beat 'em till my own hands start bleedin'<br /> Beat 'em till they lungs stop breathin' and they heart stop beatin'From 12 a.m. to 12 p.m. in the evenin'<br /> With three 15 minute breaks in between 'em<br /> Good Jesus, that's a real West Indian beatin'<br /> That's what you get for fuckin' with this lyrical demon<br /> My bloodstream's been contaminated for eons<br /> I got cast out of heaven for treason<br /> Got cast out of the Garden of Eden<br /> For lettin' the reptilian beast in<br /> Got locked up for a DUI and speedin'A whole legion of half-decent emcees'll get released when<br /> They spit a hundred bars for they freedom<br /> See I'm much too nice to compete with<br /> Too nice to flow over beats with, too nice to hold a M I C with<br /> Off some diesel Hercules shit, I cold flip<br /> And start to punch trees till they leafless<br /> Inhale with two real deep breaths, hold my breath<br /> Till the whole planet suffocates and then release it<br /> (Release it)Yo, you ain't as cold as us or as bold as us<br /> When you get thrown to the wolves, you get thrown to us<br /> 'Cuz we rollin' rough when the soldiers rush<br /> Either you roll with us or get blown to dustYo, you ain't as cold as us or as bold as us<br /> When we in the war zone we got the chrome with us<br /> 'Cuz we rollin' rough when the soldiers rush<br /> Either you roll with us or get blown to dust<br /> (Ashes to ashes and dust to dust)Yo, yo<br /> Now for the last couple of months things been real quiet<br /> 'Cuz I ain't heard shit worth buyin'<br /> I'm 'bout to show you niggaz how I'm driven<br /> The drive comes from my lyrics<br /> And my lyrics come from my inner spirit<br /> Vibratin' and spinnin', faster than 12-cylinder engines<br /> With nitrogen in 'em, faster than F-1 McLaren pistons<br /> Fast enough to give your brain an aneurysm<br /> 'Cuz you niggaz is slower than fat bitches metabolismThe way I rip apart the competition when I be spittin'<br /> The name Canibus might as well be Cannibalism<br /> Show me a man that can't feel him<br /> I'll show you a man that'll grab him by the neck<br /> And put his head to the fan on the ceilin'<br /> Suffer real, 'Banned from television' shit<br /> Drop him off the roof of a buildin' and let the news film him<br /> I hop in front of the cameras and tell 'em how I'm feelin'<br /> I tell 'em how I feel that hip hop, should deal with itTell 'em how I'm tired of the state rappers in<br /> Ninety percent of the shit that rappers kick is subject matter-less<br /> Not original, but blasphemous, just a bunch of the same characters<br /> Shootin' the same videos, it's embarassin'<br /> Usin' the same formulas to have a hit<br /> Usin' the same actors and actresses, same shit different laxative<br /> Face it, nigga, you wack as shit, I'm snatchin' your mic<br /> I make you run for your life, chill durin' the daylightThen track you at night, my global position is satellite<br /> Got a infrared lens to test your body's Fahrenheit<br /> Wherever you go, I track you through hail, sleet, or snow<br /> I track you till you're seizure grows into a afro<br /> Until you plant 'em into cornrows<br /> Track you till your shoe soles develop holes<br /> And you get corns on your toes<br /> Till your teeth develop halitosis<br /> But you been goin' so long without deodorant<br /> You don't even notice, motherfuckerYo, you ain't as cold as us or as bold as us<br /> When you get thrown to the wolves, you get thrown to us<br /> 'Cuz we rollin' rough when the soldiers rush<br /> Either you roll with us or get blown to dustYo, you ain't as cold as us or as bold as us<br /> When we in the war-zone we got the chrome with us<br /> 'Cuz we rollin' rough when the soldiers rush<br /> Either you roll with us or get blown to dust<br /> (Ashes to ashes and dust to dust)You ain't as cold as us or as bold as us<br /> When you get thrown to the wolves, you get thrown to us<br /> 'Cuz we rollin' rough when the soldiers rush<br /> Either you roll with us or get blown to dustYo, you ain't as cold as us or as bold as us<br /> When we in the war-zone we got the chrome with us<br /> 'Cuz we rollin' rough when the soldiers rush<br /> Either you roll with us or get blown to dust<br /> (Ashes to ashes and dust to dust)Lyrics provided by TANCODEhttps://damnlyrics.com/" readonly=""/>

Lost @ "C" Lyrics


Yo, yo, yo
Now when you see that big ass 'C', you know I'm comin' through
And when you know I'm comin' through, you know what I'ma do
I never said that battlin' me would be impossible
I just think it's highly motherfuckin' improbable
You talkin' to a nigga that can split molecules
Subatomic particles, strong enough to stop a bull
Body-slam two oxes and drop a mule
Urinatin' rocket fuel, freestylin' over Gospel tunesRhymes by the thousands, rhymes for hours
I could kick a rhyme longer than your whole album
The kickboxer, beatin' the shit out niggaz proper
I beat 'em till they holla, beat 'em till the cops come
Beatin' niggaz till they have seizures, beat 'em till they start screamin'
Like fax machines when they start receivin'
Beat 'em till my own hands start bleedin'
Beat 'em till they lungs stop breathin' and they heart stop beatin'From 12 a.m. to 12 p.m. in the evenin'
With three 15 minute breaks in between 'em
Good Jesus, that's a real West Indian beatin'

That's what you get for fuckin' with this lyrical demon
My bloodstream's been contaminated for eons
I got cast out of heaven for treason
Got cast out of the Garden of Eden
For lettin' the reptilian beast in
Got locked up for a DUI and speedin'A whole legion of half-decent emcees'll get released when
They spit a hundred bars for they freedom
See I'm much too nice to compete with
Too nice to flow over beats with, too nice to hold a M I C with
Off some diesel Hercules shit, I cold flip
And start to punch trees till they leafless
Inhale with two real deep breaths, hold my breath
Till the whole planet suffocates and then release it
(Release it)Yo, you ain't as cold as us or as bold as us
When you get thrown to the wolves, you get thrown to us
'Cuz we rollin' rough when the soldiers rush
Either you roll with us or get blown to dustYo, you ain't as cold as us or as bold as us
When we in the war zone we got the chrome with us
'Cuz we rollin' rough when the soldiers rush
Either you roll with us or get blown to dust
(Ashes to ashes and dust to dust)Yo, yo
Now for the last couple of months things been real quiet
'Cuz I ain't heard shit worth buyin'
I'm 'bout to show you niggaz how I'm driven
The drive comes from my lyrics
And my lyrics come from my inner spirit
Vibratin' and spinnin', faster than 12-cylinder engines
With nitrogen in 'em, faster than F-1 McLaren pistons
Fast enough to give your brain an aneurysm
'Cuz you niggaz is slower than fat bitches metabolismThe way I rip apart the competition when I be spittin'
The name Canibus might as well be Cannibalism
Show me a man that can't feel him
I'll show you a man that'll grab him by the neck
And put his head to the fan on the ceilin'
Suffer real, 'Banned from television' shit
Drop him off the roof of a buildin' and let the news film him
I hop in front of the cameras and tell 'em how I'm feelin'
I tell 'em how I feel that hip hop, should deal with itTell 'em how I'm tired of the state rappers in
Ninety percent of the shit that rappers kick is subject matter-less
Not original, but blasphemous, just a bunch of the same characters
Shootin' the same videos, it's embarassin'
Usin' the same formulas to have a hit
Usin' the same actors and actresses, same shit different laxative
Face it, nigga, you wack as shit, I'm snatchin' your mic
I make you run for your life, chill durin' the daylightThen track you at night, my global position is satellite
Got a infrared lens to test your body's Fahrenheit
Wherever you go, I track you through hail, sleet, or snow
I track you till you're seizure grows into a afro
Until you plant 'em into cornrows
Track you till your shoe soles develop holes
And you get corns on your toes
Till your teeth develop halitosis
But you been goin' so long without deodorant
You don't even notice, motherfuckerYo, you ain't as cold as us or as bold as us
When you get thrown to the wolves, you get thrown to us
'Cuz we rollin' rough when the soldiers rush
Either you roll with us or get blown to dustYo, you ain't as cold as us or as bold as us
When we in the war-zone we got the chrome with us
'Cuz we rollin' rough when the soldiers rush
Either you roll with us or get blown to dust
(Ashes to ashes and dust to dust)You ain't as cold as us or as bold as us
When you get thrown to the wolves, you get thrown to us
'Cuz we rollin' rough when the soldiers rush
Either you roll with us or get blown to dustYo, you ain't as cold as us or as bold as us
When we in the war-zone we got the chrome with us
'Cuz we rollin' rough when the soldiers rush
Either you roll with us or get blown to dust
(Ashes to ashes and dust to dust)

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Born Germaine Williams in 1974 in Jamaica, Canibus moved to the United States with his mother at a young age. Because his mother's career required constant relocation, the family moved frequently and the soon-to-be rapper found solace within himself. His rhetorical abilities blossomed later, once hip-hop became the guiding force in his life. He began rhyming and in the mid-'90s joined a group called T.H.E.M. (The Heralds of Extreme Metaphors.)

This group consisted also of his partner Webb. Following a fallout with his partner, Canibus pursued a solo career and began infiltrating the mix-tape circuit. By 1997, he had approached the brink of the major-label rap game, guesting regularly on high-profile releases: He contributed to "Uni-4-orm," an inclusion on the Rhyme & Reason soundtrack also featuring Heltah Skeltah and Rass Kass; "Love, Peace & Nappiness," an inclusion on the Lost Boyz's Love, Peace & Nappiness also featuring Redman and A+; "Making a Name for Ourselves," an inclusion on Common's One Day It'll All Make Sense; the non-album remix of Wyclef Jean's "Gone Till November."

And most famously, "4, 3, 2, 1," an inclusion on LL Cool J's Phenomenon also featuring Redman, DMX, and Method Man.

Of the several guest appearances, "4, 3, 2, 1" certainly meant the most, as it brought together many of New York's preeminent hardcore rappers and thus ushered Canibus into that same elite class. At the same time, however, Canibus lashed out shortly afterward with the Mike Tyson-featuring "Second Round K.O.," where he rhymed, "So I'ma let the world know the truth, you don't want me to shine/You studied my rhyme, then you laid your vocals after mine."

In fact, the entirety of the song directed barbed rhymes at LL: "You walk around showin' off your body cause it sells/Plus to avoid the fact that you ain't got skills/Mad at me 'cause I kick that sh*t real niggaz feel/While 99 percent of your fans wear high heels," and so on. Shortly thereafter, LL sought his revenge, releasing "The Ripper Strikes Back" on the Survival of the Illest soundtrack (1998) and thus channeling even more attention toward Canibus.

From the track's chorus ("Can-I-bus? Yes you can!") to practically every line of the verses ("You soft as a newborn baby takin' a nap/Make my dick hard with that bitch-ass track/Where you at? smokin' in some one-room flat/Suckin' on Clef's dick hopin' to come back"), LL unleashed a fury of insults and threats. The media, of course, elevated the battle to grand heights, as even MTV gave the story headlines. In the aftermath of 2Pac's and Biggie's deaths, such confrontations fascinated the rap community, and Canibus certainly capitalized on his newfound publicity.

As for his debut full-length, Can-i-bus (1998), though, the response was sobering. Critics expressed little support, and sales quickly dropped as listeners also felt genuinely disappointed. Executive produced by Wyclef, the album suffered on many levels, both production-wise and rhetorically as well (critics targeting Canibus' delivery more than his lyrics or themes). The momentum that "Second Round K.O." had generated simmered almost immediately, and it didn't help that LL's "Ripper Strikes Back" found substantial acceptance at the time as well.

In the two years following the release of Can-i-bus, the rapper maintained an extremely low profile, much in contrast to the regular guest appearances he had made leading up to his debut. As a result, when he finally did return with his follow-up album, 2000 B.C. (2000), few noticed, it came and went generally unheard, and Canibus returned to the underground after parting ways with Universal. He continued to record albums and release them on the independent circuit (including 2002's Mic Club, 2003's Rip the Jacker, and 2005's Mind Control); furthermore, he retained a small base of fans as well, yet his days as the next-big-thing had clearly come and gone, as they similarly had for so many other talented rappers.

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