Kool G Rap - Allied Meta-Forces lyrics

[Canibus] Yo.. the shottie rip, perforate the skin on top of ya ribs Red stuff come out his ribs like a Hollywood script b**h-n***as on the floor screamin for mommy and sh** Cardiologists hook up the heart monitors quick Thermometer temperature dips below 76 That's what you get for tellin n***as that you better than 'Bis Not possible - if I can't pronounce it, it ain't rhymable The audible probability probably ain't probable Supreme rap, G Rap, underground without a rule Shopper proof, holdin hip-hop for hostage, bout to shoot Helicopters stabilized at low altitudes Talkin to the negotiator, layin out the rules In a tight compromise salute, road-block with troops Underwater's not to shoot, but they break ya vertebrae with boots Ten o'clock news flash, 'Bis and G Rap All punch bullets are lookin for them n***as in black Lean back in the avocado El Dorado, pa**in the bottle Speakin Japanese like Nomi Masho She got a bangin body, cold sushi with warm saki If I'm rappin sloppy, she got me... [Kool G Rap] Welcome to my world, danger and hazards Gang of ba*tards, bangin they ratchets King and the Jacker, slangin in traffic Claimin they cabbage, obtain half, they aimin for stackage Get brains from the addict, keep blingin with karats Cops aiming the 'matics, then let ya dame have it, flames to the attic The stains on ya fabric, the paint in the graphic Canibus and G Rap, bangin a cla**ic And if that beef on the street - hate you enough Blow out ya brain in ya casket Don't you love this drug element? Where slugs crush ya melon and dome Chrome that's known to break bones in an elephant Shotgun pellets and, gunsmoke; smell the scent Big bullets, wiggle ya guts like gelatin Cut through ya skeleton, knock out ya intelligence Ride, stand, and bite the dust Jake wanna be like a Russian cuffed on that Riker bus We raised in the slums, with haze in our lungs Raisin the guns, knowin; My day'll come, razors under the tongue Clips in the steel, bricks in the wheels Chips in the field of fortune Dead men walkin with hits on the grills Late night at the spot, posted with goons, dope and balloons Coke and the doom, scheme; I'll leave you open with wounds n***a Witness G Rap put it back in perspective Beat up sh** with a dash of the peppers Get blast for ya necklace Leave ya brains on the dash in ya Lexus We up in the club, dash for the exit Make ya spread 'em out - show you what this lead about Take it from an old thug, whoever clean cold blood Believe they bled it out (yo) Crave for the war, pop out rages with fours Hit the jackpot, blazin the raw - gettin bands in the pores b**hes and who*es with dick in their jaws The frame drank sick of Valor, straight bandit spot Open up shop, turn the block to "Planet Rock" sh** with no chop, slept with the Glock with the hammer co*ked Servin the fiends, hop in the Suburban and lean Look at that don n***a swervin in Queens, playa Ballin a lot, brawlin for props, callin the shots Hit the curb, birds all on the flock Jockin, like "who that there covered in all of them rocks" It's royalty b**h, fall on the co*k, recognize one Giacanna G Rap, that live one - pay homage Get it f**ed up, I spray comments, n***a what?! (n***a what, it's the Curriculum!) [Canibus] Yo, e'rything is e'rything my n***a I ain't bitter, but if I gave you the finger it'd be behind the trigger f*ggot-a** n***a livin in a gated community Up in radio, tellin them what you gon' do to me I live in the 'burbs - clean my Winchester Every other weekend with the same dirty Hanes shirt It takes two to tango, three to jump rope Four to bury the body, plus look out for po' Yo I guard everything within the limits of my post My orders is to smoke you if you get too close The whole globe scared of my flow, spirit world scared of my soul Nowadays it's like I'm scared to be known The methods of my motivation is completely subjective My perception is completely parallel to perspective Rhyming is the reason I spit in faces Habituation of my flamboyance without rational reservation Whiskey, X-Ray, yankee, Zulu, unusual Word-ologically my syllable position is beautiful Only respect n***as if the feeling is mutual G Rap snatch the tools from you, I'll throw 'em in the crucible Prolly throw you in there too, mix it up and make n***a-stew If you can't admit I'm iller than you Baby you sparred with the shadows, Canibus and G Rap yo Motherf**er professionallin with the pros [Kool G Rap] Know it's, dough over hoes - bankrolls, Rovers and clothes And shots blow all them cowards and foes Giacanna proud with the pros, foul mode We quick reachers, spear with the fearless til you drip liters Flip divas, the big secret, strip to they tits and beaver Sip Cris' and sniff coke of the peeter Yeah we ball big baby, look off the meter You should see us, it's movie star status Scar lackers lost cabbage, rip the Pablo Escobar fabrics Froze the road we chose, not a pretty route, Diddied out Grimey and grittied out, stack dough, jiggy out Dime b**hes behavin like ya s** slave skizzied out Some n***a dizzy south, til he's out, busy mouth Swerve to the curb, hit the bird split the kitties out We kidnap for trap - blackmail for a gang a mill Spot banger himself, fishscale rocks under the fingernails The blood trail lead to a corpse Treat my appetite for greed with a torch For keys to a Porsche, to breeze in the loft Roll up my hand sheets with the force We squeeze off, no need for remorse, playa Forty wild goons, with forty Calhouns You die forty foul dooms for forty coward moves Bless sparkle, and spark until my shorty style rules Giancanna dead? Widespread, I'll be a 40 mile tune n***a What, what n***a? The noble laureate Comin at y'all n***as.. Uh.. 40-pound style n***a...