Canibus - Do It Live! lyrics

[Bill O'Reilly] "I can't do it... we'll do it live" "WE'LL DO IT LIVE, fu*k IT!" "Do it live!" "Look, I'll write it and we'll do it live!" "f**ing thing su*kS!" [Blaq Poet] It's a slaughter n***a, Mickey & Mallory style Y'all n***az is dead, and people callin me foul Cross you off the list, and chuck you over in a pile Let's get this sh** settled, right here and right now I got this hard sh**, in a smash I'm about the cash; stop lookin n***a, I'm the last motherf**er you gon' meet like this Turn your day pitch black, like I clicked the light switch The beat is nickle plated, one up in the chamber In the clip the remainder, blastin off in anger The Blaq Monsta, strike like the black mamba Have y'all motherf**ers runnin home to your momma Stay in yo' f**in place, you know that I'm the ace If not, get the taste smacked out your f**in face Everything I say, I mean it I'm the black motherf**er, straight outta Queensbridge "We'll do it live" [Skarlit Rose] Streets is gritty, drama in the city We askin God for mercy but he showin you no pity You're hopin for a miracle, when your faith is cynical The only thing that matter to you is if you had your pistol full Sit back, uncontrolled rages Over y'all taxes, playin on different stages Rotten lives, speeches be contagious, who we are Cats who die, they don't make it too far We're quick to talk about things we shoulda done and never did it Things we started, and never finished We watch our children look at us with empty wishes They growin up with no restrictions, I wonder why Miscommunications, across the great states Blood flows down heaven's gates as we await our torturous fates Crimson, for all to see But only those with knowledge seem to see it biblically It's a harsh reality, placed in wise mentality Unholy matrimonies, your true voice is true phonies Shadows creepin while you're sleepin Young widows weepin, trustin these cats when you meet them This teach men before they descend Enter Nostradamus philosophy well f** that, listen to my prophecy Well your blood run, now you're enemies You choose your path, now face your penalties No more gettin high, and drinkin Hennessy It's a new world ordered, not meant for humanity [Presto] I got that hazardous flow kids sniff with various cokeheads Y'all cats are halfway out the closet like Mario Lopez My infallible flow is sicker than subliminal phallic symbols of Walt Disney motion picture posters Sac section rises, sick as Opus, fixin the focus The scope of the magnum at whichever n***a's standin the closest Your amateur flow is not compatible to my notes its like Kanye I snatch your mic for thinkin that you so swift The magical melatonin omen roamin in the wide open Breast strokin in the fiery ocean, tokin on cyanide When I was smokin, I saw both of my eyes explodin Mind frozen with bad breath from goin into ketosis Nebaru geneticists, medieval torture methods Military weapons, botchilist, decoding Hebraic messages Nuyorican native, reincarnated, in the form of Satan The ladies, in a meditative state, sedated Inundated with the latest, my speech is upgraded Y'all n***az ain't seein me, like the thong on Aretha Franklin Why am I so lyrical? Cause your rhymes are limited like a co*keyed cyclops who loses periphreal Attack mics, split backs like the pa**ion of Christ My pa**ion for what I write is like a ma**ive appetite [Canibus] The appetite of Megaladon, pumping steroids in his arm His upper torso is bigger than yours Brave men will die, women will cry over the genocide But don't cry, dry.. your eye My left brain twenty percent, my right brain is more than that My pituitary gland is on crack That's why they barely understand where I'm at And while I rap, they say it's whack It's not wise to react, why is that? Cause consciously I'm black, subconsciously I'm darker than that The most controversial artist in rap When I step with my lyrics, I force them to fall back I was wounded in combat, and still crawled back ("Do it live!") Do it right the first time, I don't ever have to do it again Unless I rehearse it again and again Rotating floating spheres like clockwork rotating gears Counter-clockwise collating what you hear Over here, don't repeat what you heard, just remember what you learned Remember the last time you got burned Qualitative an*lysis is not enough to quantify Canibus But do it live if you think you can handle this [gunshot fires]