R U Lyrically Fit?

Lyrics

[Intro: Canibus] Get ready for the Luminati tsunami! [Verse 1: Luminati] C4 me Igor eat meat raw Street dogs rip these off and put C's on Had to ease off from a show I just peed on Bought a two-seater that I put 10G's on Beat her 'cause she took my motherfucking ring off She took me to Supreme Court and the judge got screamed on They sent me up North to a prison with a minion All day long I lift weights, win ping pong Meet King Kong, Big Don and Little Shawn Murda One got big arms, he real strong Beat his own moms 'cause she stole from the weed farm Word on the streets, raw, don't beef with Armstrong Wrong season, Lou crush anything he breathes on Pass me the paper and pen and put beats on Rip rap song, put down pads With facts from ArchivesMusic.com and that's a rap, son [Verse 2: Canibus] You mess with my horse, you dead as a corpse, forget it Rhymes without ending with infinite lyrics Fools you do get abused like broads In a battle for juice with rhymes and metaphors When my horse appears, count your prayers Stab you in the ear, then pull out the spear, watch the crowd cheer Leave the floor wet with all the blood stains So the audience knows the Canibus runs things I rip down stages on many occasions Dozen of broken down mics and melted tape decks Everywhere I go, niggas wanna rob me Bootleggers be in the front row tryna get a clear copy So take caution 'cause I'm a Horseman And I'll snatch that ass up quick like, "Turn it off man!" So just acknowledge, the way that I'm gifted 'Cause if rap was a felony, I'd be in prison Hogging up the phone, cussin' at the C.O's 25 to life with no parole And battling me, you must be feelin' yourself I Rip the Jacker so hard, he might kill himself Like his name was Todd or James, back in the dark days It's like a pit bull getting bit by a Shar Pei I defend my horse, my men, my friends My baby's momma and my offspring, so bring it on then So I can show you how I devour Niggas like a rottweiler with acidic saliva Step your shit up, nigga, the Ripper's much iller 'Cause when I write rhymes, I use the mind to pick the pen up Most artists are garbage, no skills They belong in a landfill Nobody feels it when the grab the mic and start bragging about their massive ice I can't eat emcees 'cause I lost my appetite I'm a beast, you a midget with wack lyrics Like Dr. Evil said, "Quiet, shut up, zip it!" I reign superior, my metaphors are scarier Non-ill rappers, you better evacuate Before I exfoliate your face With abrasive phrases to give your face a face-lift Germaine spit insane shit So stop hating if you can't applaud me and give rap music the glory [Outro: Luminati] 'C' - True Hollywood Story