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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) 4xAll you can do is die (Slow)Yea(Die Slow) 2xFuck ya`ll(Die Slow) 2xDie Slow nigga(Die Slow)(Canibus)YoYou against me.. No contestMy tongue hydraulicsStrong enough to flip a 64 impala with 3 adult passengers and a 4 hundred pound driverAnd drown you in less than an ounce of your own salivaRubberface rappers get, stretched like elasticClaymation characters wit verbal vernacularSlappin` ya, like a white water rafterOr a Olympic kayaker, paddlin` across the NiagaraMy afterburners`ll be burnin` you afterYa` body already been splashed with acidAnd you turn to ashesAssassins camouflauged in the grass blastin`Leavin` blood all over ya` lady like Jackie O`NassisI`ll fly ya` body outta DallasPerform plastic surgery while we airborne and switch casketsThen lie to the massesI`ll tell`em that you got murdered over some East West beef, between rappersRadio stations`ll express they sadnessPlay classics back to back and pass out "Stop The Violence" pamphletsJust imagine, every night ya` girls fuckin` ya` best friendWhile you in hell throwin` tantrumsI`ll be lampin` in a mansion somewhere out in the HamptonsGivin` some pretty ass bitch a spankin`Nigga you can`t winI`m laughin` cause you a has beenYou`ll never get ya` groove backSo don`t even bother askin`, Angela BassettYou`ll just get ya` ass kickedGet ya` head chopped off and dropped in a basketMy left arms taken but my right ones freeThat means I could diss another muthafuckin` emceeWit rhymes that appear clearer than liquid crystalMy lyrical is more visual than television screen pixelsI fire pistols, hit you wit` minature misslesRiddle ya` body wit` holes then watch the blood sprinkleYa probably had no idea what you was gettin` intoOn the mic, Can-I-Bus is invincibleFuck you(CONVO 1)("Die Slow" through out the convo)Hey Yo that nigga got an attitudeYeah he be actin rudeAnd he`s always trynna` battle youThat last album was terribleWhen he`s on the radio he never got a clean mouthYeah everytime he freestyles, his words be gettin` bleeped outYou got the album?Naw I heard it was weakYou got the album?I said it was weakBut the shit don`t come out till next weekHey Yo I like the nigga`s beatsYo that shit be comin` bugged outHey Yo that nigga Bis dumbs outHe waited too long to come out............(Journalist)To you bitch niggas who talk alotBut walk the block, in halter topsLeft side of ya chest, mark the spotThat`s where a nigga put it, when i`m hoodedThen fill you up wit big bulletsPrepare you for some channel 6 footageKnow what is, Me and Bis, runnin` through ya courtyardCreepin` wit a four-five and reachin for ya door knobThrow a gun under ya chin, see how quick your whore riseOne shot could have a short slide, right out the North sideYour whole flow is porkrineSpit the small ointsI`m nasty, but my small joints grip the bar pointDrop on top of the blue line..right beside the red oneKeep the flow fairsome, `till the day my career doneBring it to ya ass if you the challengin typeEspecially those, surroundin` the micSound of the lightTo the Journ, ya`ll ain`t no suitable spittersTrue to you niggas

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