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Текст песни Canibus f Kool G Rap - Mic Club: The Curriculum

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[Canibus]Yo.. the shottie rip, perferrate the skin on top of ya ribsRed stuff come out his ribs like a Hollywood scriptBitch-niggaz on the floor screamin for mommy and shitCardiologists hook up the heart monitors quickThermometer temperature dips below 76That`s what you get for tellin niggaz that you better than `BisNot possible - if I can`t pronounce it, it ain`t rhymableThe audible probability probably ain`t probableSupreme rap, G Rap, underground without a ruleShopper proof, holdin hip-hop for hostage, bout to shootHelicopters stabilized at low altitudesTalkin to the negotiator, layin out the rulesIn a tight compromise salute, road-block with troopsUnderwater`s not to shoot, but they break ya vertebrae with bootsTen o`clock news flash, `Bis and G RapAll punch bullets are lookin for them niggaz in blackLean back in the avocado El Dorado, passin the bottleSpeakin Japanese like Nomi MashoShe got a bangin body, cold sushi with warm sakiIf I`m rappin sloppy, she got me...[Kool G Rap]Welcome to my world, danger and hazardsGang of bastards, bangin they ratchetsKing and the Jacker, slangin in trafficClaimin they cabbage, obtain half, they aimin for stackageGet brains from the (?), keep blingin with karatsCops see me in Maddox, then let ya dame have it, flames to the atticThe stains on ya fabric, the paint in the graphicCanibus and G Rap, bangin a classicAnd if that beef on the street - hate you enough,blow out ya brain in ya casketDon`t you love this drug element?Where slugs crush ya melon and domeChrome that`s known to break bones in an elephantShotgun pellets and, gunsmoke; smell the scentBig bullets, wiggle ya guts like gelatinCut through ya skeleton, knockage intelligenceRide, stand, and bite the dustJake wanna be like a Russian cuffed on that Riker busWe raised in the slums, with haze in our lungsRaisin the guns, knowin;My day`ll come, razors under the tongueClips in the steel, bricks in the wheels,chips in the field of fortuneDead men walkin with hits on the grillsLate night at the spot, posted with goons, dope and balloonsCoke and the doom, scheme; I`ll leave you open with wounds niggaWitness G Rap put it back in perspectiveBeat up shit with a dash of the peppersGet blast for ya necklaceLeave ya brains on the dash in ya LexusWe up in the club, dash for the exitMake ya spread `em out - show you what this lead aboutTake it from an old thug, whoever clean cold bloodBelieve they bled it out (yo)Crave for the war, pop out rages with foursHit the jackpot, blazin the raw - gettin bands in the poresBitches and whores with dick in their jawsThe frame drank sick of Valor, straight bandit spotOpen up shop, turn the block to "Planet Rock"Shit with no chop, slept with the glock with the hammer cockedServin the fiends, hop in the Suburban and leanLook at that don nigga swervin in Queens, playaBallin a lot, brawlin for props, callin the shotsHit the curb, birds all on the flockJockin, like "who that there covered in all of them rocks"It`s royalty bitch, fall on the cock, recognize oneGiacanna G Rap, that live one - pay homageGet it fucked up, I spray comments, nigga what?!(Nigga what, it`s the Curriculum!)[Canibus]Yo, e`rything is e`rything my niggaI ain`t bitter, but if I gave you the finger it`d be behind the triggerFaggot-ass nigga livin in a gated communityUp in radio, tellin them what you gon` do to meI live in the `burbs - clean my Winchesterevery other weekend with the same dirty Hanes shirtIt takes two to tango, three to jump ropeFour to bury the body, plus look out for po`Yo I guard everything within the limits of my postMy orders is to smoke you if you get to closeThe whole globe scared of my flow, spirit world scared of my soulNowadays it`s like I`m scared to be knownThe methods of my motivation is completely subjectiveMy perception is completely parallel to perspectiveRhyming is the reason I spit in facesHabituation of my flamboyance without rational reservationWhiskey, X-Ray, yankee, Zulu, unusualWord-ologically my syllable position is beautifulOnly respect niggaz if the feeling is mutualG Rap snatch the tools from you, I`ll throw `em in the crucibleProlly throw you in there too, mix it up and make nigga-stewif you can`t admit I`m iller than you

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