Allied Meta-Forces

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Canibus] Yo, the shottie rip, perforate the skin on top of your ribs Red stuff come out of squibs like a Hollywood script Bitch-niggas on the floor screaming for Mommy and shit Cardiologists hook up the heart monitors quick Thermometer temperature dips below 76 That's what you get for telling niggas that you better than Bis Not possible, if I can't pronounce it, it ain't rhymable The audible probability probably ain't probable Supreme rap, G Rap, underground without a roof Chopper proof, holding hip-hop for hostage, 'bout to shoot Helicopters stabilize at low altitudes Talking to the negotiator, laying out the rules In a tight compromising loop, road-block with troops Under orders not to shoot, but they break your vertebrae with boots Ten o'clock news flash, Bis and G Rap All punch bullets are looking for them niggas in black Lean back in the avocado El Dorado, passing the bottle Speaking Japanese like Nomi Masho She got a banging body, cold sushi with warm saki If I'm rappin' sloppy, G got me [Verse 2: Kool G Rap] Welcome to my world, danger and hazards Fang of bastards, banging their ratchets 'Caine in the jacket, slanging in traffic Claiming they cabbage, obtain half, 'cause they aiming for static Get brain from an addict, keep blinging with karats Cops aiming their 'matics, still let your dame have it, flames to the attic With stains on your fabric, I'm painting the graphic Canibus and G Rap banging a classic And if that beef on the street hate you enough, blow out your brain in your casket Don't you love this drug element? Where slugs crush your melon and dome chrome that's known to break bones in an elephant Shotgun pellets and, gunsmoke, smell the scent Big bullets, wiggle your guts like gelatin Cut through your skeleton, knock out your intelligence Bystanders bite the dust Jake wanna be like a Russian cuffed on that Riker bus We raised in the slums with haze in our lungs, raisin the guns, knowin My day'll come, razors under the tongue Clips in the steel, bricks in the wheels, chips in the field of fortune Dead men walking with hits on their grills Late night at the spot, posted with goons, dope and balloons Coke and the doom, scheme I'll 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 your necklace, leave your brains on the dash in your Lexus We up in the club, dash for the exit Make you spread 'em out, show you what this lead about Take it from an old thug, whoever clean cold blood, believe they bled it out Crave for the war, pop out Ranges with fours Hit the jackpot, blazing the raw Getting bands in the pores, bitches and whores 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 Serving the fiends, hop in the Suburban and lean Look at that don nigga swerving in Queens, player Balling a lot, brawling for props, calling the shots Hit the curb, birds all on the flock Jockin' like, "Who that there covered in all of them rocks?" It's royalty bitch, fall on the cock, recognize one G Rap Giancana, that live one Pay homage,.get it fucked up, I spray comments Nigga what?! (Nigga what, it's the Curriculum!) [Verse 3: Canibus] Yo, my e'rything is e'rything my nigga I ain't bitter but if I gave you the finger it'd be behind the trigger Faggot-ass nigga living in a gated community Up in radio, telling them what you gon' 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 po' Yo I guard everything within the limits of my post My orders is to smoke you if you get too close The whole globe scared of my flow, spirit world scared of my soul Nowadays it's 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 Word-ologically my syllable position is beautiful Only respect niggas if the feeling is mutual G Rap snatch the jewels from you, I'll throw 'em in the crucible Prolly throw you in there too, mix it up and make nigga-stew If you can't admit I'm iller than you Baby you sparred with the shadows, Canibus and G Rap, bro Motherfucker professionalling with the pro's [Verse 4: Kool G Rap] Know it's, dough over hoes, bankrolls, Rovers and clothes And shots blow all them cowards and foes Giancana proud with the prose, foul mode, we quick reachers Spear with the fearless til you drip liters Flip divas, the big secret, strip to they tits and beaver Sip Cris' and sniff coke of the peeter Yeah we ball big baby, look off the meter You should see us, it's movie star status Scar lackers lost cabbage, rip the Pablo Escobar fabrics Froze the road we chose, not a pretty route, Diddied out Grimey and grittied out, stack dough, jiggy out Dime bitches behaving like you're sex slave skizzied out Some nigga dizzy spouse, titties out, busy mouth Swerve to the curb, let the birds spit 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, with forty Calhouns You die forty foul dooms for forty coward moves Bless sparkle, and spark until my shorty style rules Giancana dead? Widespread, I'll be a 40 mile tune, nigga [Outro: Kool G Rap] What, what nigga? The noble laureate Coming at y'all niggas Uh, 40-pound style nigga