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Canibus - "Allied Meta Forces"
Lyrics to Allied Meta Forces : (feat. Kool G Rap) [Canibus:] Yo, the shotee rip, perforate the skin on top of your ribs Red stuff comes out of squibs like a Hollywood script Bitch niggaz on the floor screamin for mommy and shit Cardiologists hook up the heart monitors quick Thermometer temperature dips below seventy-six Thats what you get for tellin niggaz that youre better than Bis Not possible, if I cant pronounce it, it aint rhymable The audible probability probably aint probable Supreme rap, G rap underground without a roof Chopper proof, holdin Hip-Hop for hostage about to shoot Helicopters stabilize at low altitudes Talkin to the negotiator layin out the rules In a tight compromisin loop road blocked with troops Under orders not to shoot but they break your vertebra with boots Ten Oclock news flash, Bis and G Rap All points bulletin lookin for them niggaz in black Leaned back in an Avocado El-Dorado Passin the bottle, speakin Japanese like, "No me mah show" Shes got a banging body, cold sushi with warm saki And if I'm rappin sloppy Gs got me [Kool G. Rap:] Welcome to my world, danger and hazards Gang of bastards, bangin they ratchets King and the Jacker, slangin in traffic Claimin they cabbage, obtain half, they aimin for stackage Get brains from the attic, keep blingin with karats Cops see me in Maddox, then let ya dame have it, flames to the attic The stains on ya fabric, the paint in the graphic Canibus and G Rap, bangin a classic And if that beef on the street - hate you enough Blow out ya brain in ya casket Dont you love this drug element' Where slugs crush ya melon and dome Chrome thats known to break bones in an elephant Shotgun pellets and, gunsmoke; smell the scent Big bullets wiggle ya guts like gelatin Cut through ya skeleton, knockage intelligence Bystanders bite the dust Jake wanna be like a Russian cuffed thrown in that Riker bus We raised in the slums, with haze in our lungs, raisin the guns Knowin - my dayll come, razors under the tongue Clips in the steel, bricks in the wheels Chips in the field of fortune Dead men walkin with hits on the grills Late night at the spot, posted with goons, dope and balloons Coke and the doom, you scheme' Ill leave you open with wounds, nigga! Witness G Rap put it back in perspective Beat up shit with a dash of the peppers Get blast for ya necklace Leave ya brains on the dash in ya Lexus We up in the club, dash for the exit Make ya spread em out - show you what this lead about Take it from an old thug, whoever clean cold blood Believe they bled it out (Yo) Crave for the war, pop out rages with fours Hit the jackpot, blazin the raw - gettin bands in the pores Bitches enjoy with dick in their jaws The frame drank sick of Valor, straight bandit spot Open up shop, turn the block to "Planet Rock" Shit with no chop, slept with the glock with the hammer cocked Servin the fiends, hop in the Suburban and lean Look at that don nigga swervin in Queens, playa Ballin a lot, brawlin for props, callin the shots Hit the curb, birds all on the flock Jockin, like "who that there covered in all of them rocks" (Giacanna) Its royalty bitch, fall on the cock, recognize one (Ride out) Giacanna G Rap, that live one - pay homage (God bitch!) Get it fucked up, I spray comments, nigga what'! (Nigga what, its The Curriculum: Mic Club) [Canibus:] Yo, eyythin is eyythin my nigga I aint bitter but if I give you the finger itll be behind a trigger Faggot ass nigga livin in a gated community Up at radio tellin them what youre going to do to me I live in the burbs Clean my Winchester every other weekend with the same dirty Hanes shirt It takes two to tango, three to jump rope Four to bury the body plus look out for poe Yo, I guard everythin within the limits of my post My orders are to smoke you if you get too close The whole Globe is scared of my flow Spirit world, scared of my soul Nowadays its like I'm scared to be known The methods of my motivation is completely subjective My perception is completely parallel to perspective Rhyming is the reason I spit in faces Habituation of my flamboyance without rational reservation Whiskey, X-ray, Yankee, Zulu, unusual Wordologically my syllable position is beautiful Only respect niggaz if the feelin is mutual G Rap snatched the jewels from you; Ill throw them in the crucible Probably throw you in it too, mix it up and make nigga-stew If you cant admit Im iller than you Baby whats wrong with your shadows, Canibus and G Rap flow Mothafucka youre fessionallin with the Pros [Kool G. Rap:] Know its, dough over hoes - bankrolls, Rovers and clothes And shots blow all them cowards and foes Giacanna proud with the pros, foul mode We quick reachers, spear with the fearless til you drip liters Flip divas, the big secret on the strip to til their tits and beaver Sip Cris and sniff coke of the peeter Yeah we ball big baby, lock off the meter You should see us, its movie star status Scar lavish large cabbage, rip the Pablo Escobar fabrics Froze the road we chose, not a pretty route, nittied out Grimey and grittied out, stack dough, jiggy out Dime bitches behavin like ya sex slave skizzied out Some nigga dizzy style til hes out, busy mouth Swerve to the curb, hit the bird split the kitties out We kidnap for trap - blackmail for a gang a mill Spot banger himself, fishscale rocks under the fingernails The blood trail lead to a corpse Treat my appetite for greed with a torch For keys to a Porsche, to breeze in the loft Roll up my hand sheets with the force We squeeze off, no need for remorse, playa Forty wild goons, we forty Calhouns You die forty foul dooms for forty coward moves Bless sparkle, and spark until my shorty style rules Giancanna dead' We spread; Ill be a 40 mile tune nigga What, what nigga' The noble laureate comin at yall niggaz Uh, 40-pound style nigga [ Allied Meta Forces Lyrics ]
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