Javelin Fangz

Lyrics

[Sampled Intro] "For this reason to have this Key They some how transmit into your brain a hard idea Like, you are living wrong You've broken our laws on this planet This is the reason why Very soon when the sky became dark Thousands and thousands of people will die And only a few them will stay alive" [Intro] Code-Name: Javelin Fangz - The Canibus Man Nothin' to Prove, cold bustin' at you dudes Yeah, yo [Chorus] You got your weapon? Check You got your ammo? Check You got the filthy slut pin-up calendar? Yes You got the food? Check You got the supplies? Check You got the trees so we can get high? I quit Your name's Canibus, so what the fuck that mean? Can-I-Bus is the MC not weed Hand radio?: Check Map?: Check You got the chem lights so we can get back? Check First-aid kit? Check Grenades? Check I even got a spit box for those lonely days [Verse 1] I was on my way home, the ground opened up like a grave Turned the highway into a tomb It's crazy I grew up playin' with Tonka's Mickey Thompson mud Swampers on a off-road monster I took a detour, started headin' east Got stuck through a wench around a red wood tree A thousand feet above sea level Still drivin' altitude climbin' the Tsunami's 1 hour behind me Made my way to the Mojave, I robbed niggas for they gasoline Then headin' towards the Colorado Rockies Desperado, El Diablo on your back yard property Can't let the circumstance stop me G.I. Joe, O.G., Desert E's, Desert fatigues Dry weather gear for the desert breeze 140° degrees, I can barely breathe Toast bread and fry eggs on the roof of my Jeep Take my boots off I won't even look at my feet They smell like I've been cookin' my feet Look at me, I'ma mess I did it for my family & friends When the time comes I do it again Because this ain't the end, this is the beginnin' A new way of life nigga how you gon' live it Man, women and Child, livin' in a village No more technology privilege When disaster strikes put down the mic You better pick up that weapon and pass it to the right Laugh if you like but the time is near There's no time to spare, formation over here [Chorus] You got your weapon?: Check. You got your ammo?: Check You got the filthy slut pin-up calendar?: Yes You got the food?: Check. You got the supplies?: Check You got the trees so we can get high? I quit Your name's Canibus, so what the fuck that mean? Can-I-Bus is the MC not weed Hand radio?: Check. Map?: Check You got the chem lights so we can get back?: Check First aid kit?: Check. Grenades?: Check I even got a spit box for those lonely days [Verse 2] I observe purgatory from the solar observatory The Sun Stone was right, God have mercy on me You ask, "What?", I ask, "What next?" Geomagnetic effects came down to the deck Radio, TV, Satellite gone, nobody can make or take one call Lights out! All communications wiped-out Too late to call upon Jesus Christ now Collect your weapon and ammo You don't have weapons to protect your family? You an asshole Guns are worth more then anythin' at a time like this The price just went up the priceless You a predator or prey in the twilight mist? You want to pray? Get on your knees, die like a bitch Your family got dragged off Put to work as slaves in a hell pit because you were selfish You bought cars, gold, diamonds Should've bought somethin' that could equalize the violence Face it, your heart's full of hatred 'Cause you got stripped naked in front of your babies, do somethin' to change it Take it, take a day-off, take a trip to the shop Get a laser sight scope, adjustable butt stock Automatic burst, fuck a one shot If a nigga want static, I'ma give 'em what I got [Chorus] You got your weapon?: Check. You got your ammo?: Check You got the filthy slut pin-up calendar?: Yes You got the food?: Check. You got the supplies?: Check You got the trees so we can get high? I quit Your name's Canibus, so what the fuck that mean? Can-I-Bus is the MC not weed Hand radio?: Check. Map?: Check You got the chem lights so we can get back?: Check First aid kit?: Check. Grenades?: Check I even got a spit box for those lonely days