Die Slow

Lyrics

[Intro: Canibus, Canibus & Journalist] Yo! Die slow! Yeah! Die slow! You niggas better die slow! Uh! Die slow! All you can do is die slow, nigga, die slow! Die slow! Die slow! Die slow! Die slow! All you can do is die slow! Yea! Die slow! Die slow! Fuck ya'll! Die slow! Die slow! Die slow, nigga Die slow! [Verse 1: Canibus] Yo, yo, you against me.. no contest My tongue hydraulics strong enough to flip a 64 Impala With 3 adult passengers and a 400 pound driver And drown you in less than an ounce of your own saliva Rubberface rappers get stretched like elastic claymation characters With verbal vernacular Slappin' ya, like a white water rafter Or a Olympic kayaker paddlin' across the Niagara My afterburners'll be burnin' you after ya body already been splashed with acid And you turn to ashes Assassins camouflaged in the grass blastin' Leavin' blood all over ya lady like Jackie Onassis I'll fly ya' body out of Dallas Perform plastic surgery while we airborne and switch caskets Then lie to the masses I'll tell 'em that you got murdered over some East West beef between rappers Radio stations'll express they sadness Play classics back to back and pass out "Stop The Violence" pamphlets Just imagine Every night ya girls fuckin' ya' best friend while you in hell throwin' tantrums I'll be lampin' in a mansion somewhere out in the Hamptons Givin' some pretty ass bitch a spankin' Nigga you can't win, I'm laughin' cause you a has-been You can't get ya' groove back, so don't even bother askin' Angela Bassett You just get ya' ass kicked Get ya' head chopped off and dropped in a basket My left arm's taken but my right one's free That means I could diss another muthafuckin' emcee With rhymes that appear clearer than liquid crystal My lyrical is more visual than television screen pixels I fire pistols, hit you with miniature missiles Riddle ya' body with holes then watch the blood sprinkle Ya probably had no idea what you was gettin' into 'Cause on the mic, Can-I-Bus is invincible, fuck you [Interlude] Ayo, that nigga (Die slow!) got an attitude (Die slow!) Yeah he be actin rude (Die slow!) And he's always trying to battle you (Die slow!) That last album was terrible (Die slow!) When he's on the radio (Die slow!) he never got a clean mouth (Die slow!) Yeah every time he freestyles (Die slow!), his words be gettin' bleeped out (Die slow!) You got the album? Nah, I heard that shit was weak (Die slow!) You got the album? (Die slow!) I said it was weak! (Die slow!) But the shit don't come out till next week (Die slow!) You know I like the nigga's beats (Die slow!) Yo that shit be soundin' bugged out (Die slow!) Yo that nigga Bis dumbs out (Die slow!) He waited too long to come out [Verse 2: Journalist] To you bitch niggas who talk a lot but walk the block in halter tops Left side of ya' chest, mark the spot That's where a nigga put it when I'm hooded Then fill you up wit big bullets, prepare you for some channel 6 footage Know what is, Me and Bis, runnin' through ya courtyard Creepin' wit a four-five then reachin for ya' door knob Throw a gun under ya' chin, see how quick your whore rise One shot could have a thought slide, right out the North side Your whole flow is pork rind, spit your small oinks I'm nasty, with my small joints gripped to ballpoints Drop on top of the blue line, right beside the red one Keep the flow fearsome 'til the day my career done Bring it to ya ass if you the challengin' type Especially those, surroundin' the mic soundin' alike To the Journ, y'all ain't no suitable spitters, shoot at you niggas Lay you out in MD's, recoupin' ya' liver Shoutin' my name, best control the noise soldier boy Or homicide be over you poise with Polaroids [Outro] Yea, yo, (Die slow!) that nigga Journalist gets busy, yo (Die slow!) I heard he from Philly yo (Die slow!) I seen him in Bis video (Die slow!) He's so skinny tho' (Die slow!) Now he's rollin' wit Canibus? (Die slow!) I don't even understand his shit (Die slow!) That nigga sounds like an amateur (Die slow!) Yo I heard Jay manage him (Die slow!) Yo he got some heavy gold shit (Die slow!) Man, that's some old shit (Die slow!) Yea the niggas that he roll wit' (Die slow!) probably let 'em hold it (Die slow!) He got a lotta Benji's (Die slow!) No, he don't! (Die slow!) Every time I see him in the back of (Die slow!) The Source, he look dingy!