Germaine Williams - The C-Quel lyrics

[Overlapped lines from songs in the past] (OVERLAP 1) "I'll battle you on the net, I'll battle you in the flesh I'll battle you over the phone you can call me collect" "Verbally vicious, telekenetically gifted Took a minute to exhibit that I'm sick with it" "Have you any idea what I'll do to crews like you How many n***as in my career I've ran through" "At 1000 degrees celsius I make Emcees melt f** my record label I appear courtesy of myself" "Canibus is the type to fight for mics Beatin' n***as to d**h and beatin' dead n***as to life" "While you n***as is babblin' my lyrics is travelin' Like a javelin to stab you in the abdomen" "The intellectual athelete accurately rappin' so rapidly Yet he makes perfect sense mathematically" "I walk the B-Lock withe the G-Lock, C-ocked Trynna' get the DR-op on the C-ops" "The Canibus is a animal with a mechanical mandible Comin' to damage you spittin' understandable slang at you" "Rhymes richocet off the inner walls of my lungs And go past the tongue faster than bullets come out of guns "Whenever the head is severed from the human body With a sharp enough weapon the brain remains conscious for 10 seconds" "What's the matter with ya'll, I'll spatter ya'll Against the muthaf**in' wall with these raw lyrics I catapault "I'll hop into the back seat of a cab and rhyme Till the meter says 9, 9, 9, 9!!!" (Verse 1) Yea, it's the C-Quel, the C-Quel, Yo! I'm hardcore from the nappy follicles in my pores To every single pore in my skull Hard from my mouth to my jaws From my jaws to my torso where my organs are stored And from my balls in my draws to the floor I pray to God they hurry up and start the third World War So I can start World War 4 and murder us all I don't give a f** if you rich or you poor Don't give a f** if you got ya' picture in The Source or Forbes I don't give a f** who won an award On stage tryna' thank God I'll chop they tongue off wit' a sword Let they blood pour all on the floor If it ain't a cordless, they gettin' punched in the jaw and hung wit' the cord I'll leave they corpse stiff as a board Like frozen meat tryna' thaw then bury em under the morgue Gettin' in my way is like jumpin' in front of a car Breakin' the sound barrier, that means the car is in front of the horn By the time you hear it blowin', it's too late to respond By the time you feel it hit you, I'm gone I'll send ya' to hell where you belong So by the time ya' body hits the floor Ya' spirit won't be in it no more Who could flow for 4 minutes or more Without breaks, without mistakes, without flaws I got millions of styles and I mastered em all A metaphor matador fast enough to make the bull charge and crash in the wall (OVERLAP 2) "Whoever grabs the mic after me'll get booed Get everything in the club thrown at you and ya' crew" "I'm the illest n***a alive, watch me prove it I'll snatch ya' crown with ya' head still attached to it" "I battle you the respect, I'll battle you over a blank check I'll battle you with a gun to my neck" "Ambushin' emcees, jumpin' out the trees like Vietnamese In fatigues covered with leaves" "Next year, you'll be walkin' around the "How Can I Be Down" Conference with a laminate, that said "I Got sh**ted-On By Canibus"" "Turn ya' head round gimmie the cheddar I'd rather be a lion for a day than a lamb who lives forever" "f** ya'll, you don't impress me and no one can test me An emcee so ill I got AIDS scared to catch me" (Verse 2) Canibus is what the hardcore n***as is waitin' on Debatin' on, what the f** is takin' so long Well I'm here now, verbal a** whippins bout to get shared out Wack n***as bout to get aired out f*ggot n***as get they a** teared out Grab a wise man by his goatee and rip his f**in' beard out Cold beat a n***a's a** like Stout Then bust a shot in the muthaf**in' courtroom and watch it clear out A hundred thousand mile warranty, metaphorically I'll use a hundred thousand styles and murder you orally I took a lion on tour wit' me, made him respect authority Smacked him in the head for trynna' roar at me Lyrics got my undivided loyalty And there ain't nothin' on this God damn planet that's worth more to me In the name of Hip-Hop n***as could corner me, torture me Slice me then stitch me up like embroidery Way back before gold-plated male and female RCA jacks was used for crystal clear playback I was trynna' blaze ADATS, and if a n***a said my demo was wack? I'd beat his a** and took my tape back "Yea n***a" [smack] "What? Yeah n***a take that" Anybody get outta' line, get they face slapped quick fast The Can-I-Bus'll buss yo' a** Then I'll bust you wit' a shotgun blast It's not fun so I don't laugh To me this rap sh** is as serious as, the d**h of a loved one You know how you be feelin' sad That's how I feel when I grab the microphone but n***as don't understand Canibus is unequivocably the illest k**in' machine in the industry For the 20th century Trapped in a max security building Sufferin' from a severe illness called brillance (echoes)