Canibus – Die Slow Lyrics

Produced By: Ty Fyffe
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[Canibus]
Yo (Die Slow)
Yea (Die Slow)
Ya niggas better..(Die Slow)
Uh (Die Slow)
All you can do is (Die Slow) nigga (Die Slow)
(Die Slow) 4x
All you can do is die (Slow)
Yea
(Die Slow) 2x
Fuck ya'll
(Die Slow) 2x
Die Slow nigga
(Die Slow)

(Canibus)
Yo
You against me.. No contest
My tongue hydraulics
Strong enough to flip a 64 Impala with 3 adult passengers
And a 400 pound driver

And drown you in less than an ounce of your own saliva
Rubberface rappers get, stretched like elastic
Claymation characters wit verbal vernacular

Slappin' ya, like a white water rafter
Or a Olympic kayaker, paddlin' across the Niagara

My afterburners'll be burnin' you after
Ya' body already been splashed with acid
And you turn to ashes

Assassins camouflaged in the grass blastin'
Leavin' blood all over ya' lady like Jackie Onassis
I'll fly ya' body outta Dallas
Perform plastic surgery while we airborne and switch caskets
Then lie to the masses

I'll tell'em that you got murdered over some East West beef, between rappers
Radio stations'll express they sadness
Play classics back to back and pass out "Stop The Violence" pamphlets
Just imagine, every night ya' girls fuckin' ya' best friend
While you in hell throwin' tantrums
I'll be lampin' in a mansion somewhere out in the Hamptons
Givin' some pretty ass bitch a spankin'
Nigga you can't win
I'm laughin' cause you a has been
You can't get ya' groove back
So don't even bother askin', Angela Bassett

You just get ya' ass kicked
Get ya' head chopped off and dropped in a basket
My left arm's taken but my right one's free
That means I could diss another muthafuckin' emcee
Wit rhymes that appear clearer than liquid crystal
My lyrical is more visual than television screen pixels

I fire pistols, hit you wit' miniature missiles
Riddle ya' body wit' holes then watch the blood sprinkle
Ya probably had no idea what you was gettin' into
On the mic, Can-I-Bus is invincible
Fuck you

(CONVO 1)
("Die Slow" through out the convo)
Ayo that nigga got an attitude
Yeah he be actin rude
And he's always trying to battle you

That last album was terrible
When he's on the radio he never got a clean mouth
Yeah every time he freestyles, his words be gettin' bleeped out
You got the album?
Naw I heard that shit was weak
You got the album?
I said it was weak
But the shit don't come out till next week
You know I like the nigga's beats
Yo that shit be soundin' bugged out
Yo that nigga Bis dumbs out
He waited too long to come out

(Journalist)
To you bitch niggas who talk a lot
But walk the block, in halter tops
Left side of ya chest, mark the spot
That's where a nigga put it, when I'm hooded
Then fill you up wit big bullets
Prepare you for some channel 6 footage
Know what is, Me and Bis, runnin' through ya courtyard
Creepin' wit a four-five and reachin for ya door knob
Throw a gun under ya chin, see how quick your whore rise
One shot could have a thought slide, right out the North side
Your whole flow is pork rind
Spit your small oinks
I'm nasty, with my small joints gripped to ballpoints
Drop on top of the blue line, right beside the red one
Keep the flow fearsome, 'til the day my career done
Bring it to ya ass if you the challengin type
Especially those, surroundin' the mic
Sounding alike
To the Journ, y'all ain't no suitable spitters
Shoot at you niggas
Lay you out in MD's, recoupin' ya liver
Shoutin' my name
Best control the noise soldier boy
Or homicide be over you poys with Polaroids

(CONVO 2)
("Die Slow" through out the convo)
Yea, yo that nigga Journalist gets busy yo
I heard he from Philly yo
I seent him in Bis video
He's so skinny tho'
Now he's rollin' wit Canibus?
I don't even understand his shit
That nigga sounds like an amaetur
Yo I heard Jay manage him
Yo he got some heavy gold shit
Man, that's some old shit
Yea the niggas that he roll wit' probably let 'em hold it
He got alotta Benji's - no he don't!
Everytime I see him in the back of The Source, he look dingy!

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