Luyện nghe bài hát The C-quel

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

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

"Have you any idea what do to crews like you
How many niggaz in my career ran through"

"At degrees celsius I make Emcees melt,
Fuck my label I appear courtesy of myself"

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

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

"The athelete accurately rappin' so rapidly,
Yet he perfect sense mathematically"

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Verse 1)
Yea, the C-Quel, the C-Quel, Yo!
I'm hardcore from the follicles in my pores
To every single in my skull
Hard my mouth to my jaws
>From my jaws to my torso my organs are stored
And from my in my draws to the floor
I pray to God they hurry up and start the 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 Source of
I don't give a fuck who won an
On stage tryna' thank God I'll ya' tongue off wit' a sword
Let they blood pour all on the
If it ain't a cordless, you gettin' punched in the jaw and hung the cord
I'll leave ya' corpse as a board
Like frozen meat tryna' then bury you under the morge
Gettin' in my way is like in front of a car
Breakin' the barrier, that means the car is in front of the horn
By the time you hear it blowin', it's too to respond
By the time you feel it hit chu, I'm
I'll send ya' to where you belong
So by the time ya' body hits the
Ya' spirit won't be in it no
Who could flow for 4 or more
breaks, without mistakes, without flaws
I got millions of and I mastered'em all
A metaphor matador fast to make the bullcharge and crash in the wall

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

"I'm the nigga 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 battle you a gun to my neck"

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

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

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

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

(Verse 2)
Canibus is the hardcore niggas is waitin' on
Debatin' on what the is takin' so long
Well I'm here now, verbal ass bout to get shared out
Wack niggas to get aired out
Faggit niggas get ass teared out
Grab a man by his goatee and rip his fuckin' beard out
Cold beat a ass like Stout
Then a shot in the muthafuckin' courtroom and watch it clear out
A hundred mile warranty
Metaphorically, I'll use a hundred styles and murder you orally
I took a lion on tour wit' me, made him respect
Smacked him in the for trynna' roar at me
got my undivided loyalty
And there ain't nothin' on this God damn planet that's worth to me
In the name of Hip-Hop niggas corner me
Torture me, slice me stitch me up like embroidery
Way back before gold-plated male and
RCA jacks was used for crystal playback
I was trynna' blaze ADATS, and if a nigga my demo was wack?
I'd beat his ass and took my back
"Yea nigga" "What? nigga take that"
Anybody get outta' line, get they slapped
fast, the Can-I-Bus'll buss yo' ass
Then I'll bust you wit' a blast
not fun so I don't laugh
To me this rap shit is as serious as, the of a loved one
You know how you be sad
That's how I feel when I the microphone but niggas don't understand
Canibus is unequivocably the illest machine in the industry
For the 20th
Trapped in a max security
Sufferin' from a illness called brillance (echoes)