Luyện nghe bài hát The C-quel

[Overlapped from songs in the past]
(OVERLAP 1)
"I'll you on the net, I'll battle you in the flesh
I'll battle you over the you can call me collect"

"Verbally viscious, gifted,
Took a minute to exhibit that I'm with it"

"Have you any what I'll do to crews like you
How many niggaz in my I've ran through"

"At 1000 degrees I make Emcees melt,
Fuck my record label I appear of myself"

"Canibus is the type to for mics,
beatin' to death and beatin' dead niggaz to life"

"While you is babblin' my lyrics is travelin'
like a javelin to you in the abdomen"

"The intellectual athelete rappin' so rapidly,
Yet he makes perfect mathematically"

"I the B-Lock withe the G-Lock, C-ocked,
trynna' get the on the C-ops"

"The Canibus is a animal with a mechanical
comin' to you spittin' understandable slang at you"

"Rhymes richocet off the walls of my lungs
and go past the tongue faster bullets come out of guns

"Whenever the is severed from the human body
with a enough weapon the brain remains conscious for 10 seconds"

"What's the matter with ya'll, spatter ya'll,
against the muthafuckin' wall with raw lyrics I catapault

"I'll hop into the seat of a cab and rhyme,
the meter says 9, 9, 9, 9!!!"

(Verse 1)
Yea, the C-Quel, the C-Quel, Yo!
I'm hardcore the nappy follicles in my pores
To single pore in my skull
Hard from my mouth to my
>From my jaws to my where my organs are stored
And from my balls in my draws to the
I pray to God they hurry up and the third World War
So I can start World War 4 and us all
I don't give a fuck if you rich or you
Don't give a fuck if you got ya' picture in the of Forbes
I don't give a who won an award
On stage tryna' thank God I'll chop ya' tongue off a sword
Let they blood all on the floor
If it ain't a cordless, you punched in the jaw and hung wit' the cord
I'll ya' corpse stiff as a board
Like meat tryna' thaw then bury you under the morge
in my way is like jumpin' in front of a car
Breakin' the sound barrier, that the car is in front of the horn
By the time you hear it blowin', it's too to respond
By the time you it hit chu, I'm gone
I'll send ya' to hell where you
So by the time ya' hits the floor
Ya' spirit won't be in it no
Who could for 4 minutes or more
Without breaks, mistakes, without flaws
I got of styles and I mastered'em all
A metaphor matador fast enough to make the bullcharge and in the wall

(OVERLAP 2)
"Whoever grabs the mic after me'll get
Get in the club thrown at you and ya' crew"

"I'm the illest alive, watch me prove it,
I'll snatch ya' with ya' head still attached to it"

"I battle you the respect, battle you over a blank check
I'll you with a gun to my neck"

"Ambushin' emcees, out the trees like Vietnamese
in fatigues with leaves"

"Next year, you'll be walkin' the "How Can I Be Down"
with a laminate, that said "I Got Shitted-On By Canibus""

"Turn ya' round gimmie the cheddar,
I'd rather be a lion for a day than a who lives forever"

"Fuck ya'll, you don't impress me and no one can me,
an emcee so ill I got scared to catch me"

(Verse 2)
Canibus is what the niggas is waitin' on
Debatin' on what the fuck is so long
Well I'm here now, ass whippins bout to get shared out
Wack bout to get aired out
niggas get they ass teared out
Grab a wise man by his goatee and rip his beard out
Cold beat a ass like Stout
Then bust a shot in the muthafuckin' and watch it clear out
A hundred mile warranty
Metaphorically, use a hundred thousand styles and murder you orally
I took a lion on tour wit' me, made him respect
Smacked him in the head for trynna' at me
got my undivided loyalty
And there ain't on this God damn planet that's worth more to me
In the name of niggas could corner me
Torture me, slice me then stitch me up embroidery
Way back before gold-plated and female
RCA was used for crystal clear playback
I was blaze ADATS, and if a nigga said my demo was wack?
I'd his ass and took my tape back
"Yea nigga" "What? nigga take that"
Anybody get outta' line, get face slapped
Quick fast, the buss yo' ass
Then bust you wit' a shotgun blast
It's not fun so I laugh
To me rap shit is as serious as, the death of a loved one
You know how you be sad
That's how I feel when I grab the but niggas don't understand
Canibus is the illest killin' machine in the industry
For the century
Trapped in a max security
Sufferin' from a illness called brillance (echoes)