(Canibus) Javelins hawk within striking distance Alert to the sounds we hear, the rapid response verses in the air I smell the tobacco, we know that you're here So does the white tail buck and the black bears What the f** gave you the right? To come into the wilderness just to pick a fight? Whatever jurisdiction you from we rip mics The B-line of blood trail in the dim light Back to the k** site Come here city boy, I hear you're real nice Surrounded by dark so far from the city lights Stop browsing, sniff downwind cowards You pissed yourself, you smell more foul than public housing Hardcore, parkour, tear off your car doors Fire-breathing gargoyles, eating hyenas, charbroiled Alien tongues long sharp but called predator claws I rip through the Kevlar for your heart 'Till your lower body support lost The large carnivore Spitboss Beowulf rip your torsos off Float like the flying Albatross, part Mothman part wasp Ambush armour transport to the marsh Javelin Fangz, Germaine's bombing raid campaign My hands change when I drink Beowulf bane You ain't seen nothing nearly as strange Blurry as alien planes, still in the frame but nearly out of range Canines, Sons of Cain, impervious to pain Numb off c**aine, ripping railroad tracks off trains Deranged batsh** insane, rhymes liquefy brains Daydreaming of rain, smoke haze and stargaze AKs spray photon rage, Sharpshooter sharp fangs Heart pumpin' napalm through coarse veins Speak to barmaids, breath reeks of Grand Marnier She says, "come on behave", I remove my dark shades Eyes buried behind wrinkles like Shar Peis I got a scarface from back in my dog days The posttraumatic microphone mechanic Leave the habitat damaged when I rat-a-tat that ratchet You f**ing with the Sharpshooter Masters