THE HRSMN - Uni-4-Orm lyrics
[Verse 1: Canibus] I pulverize MC's and blow up mics From street corners to international websites I'll run up on you and set it for no reason My flows are like body-blows that cause internal bleeding Cause I'm the baddest motherf**er, above average With alien deoxyribonucleic acid A blood spore, with metaphors of all sorts So fly I need a pa** port just to walk [Verse 2: Ruck] What the deal, baby? I'll set it off while my people beat you upside the head With lead from my desert eagle f** how people treat you Ain't got no time for your feelings On tracks I'm revealin the facts that be concealed in A book, cause most black n***as don't read Got me thinking bout my sister and my new-born seed See this world is filled with idiots (What are you, and idiot?) Illiterate, inconsiderate, motherf**ers that's kickin the illest sh** [Verse 3: Ras Ka**] I'll let two-thirds of this n***a that's water evaporate Then I want Jesus Christ to evacuate f** pullin a n***a's card I want the deck and the dealer Global monotomy, sodomy is my commodity I see one b**h-a** n***a Then my head blow like the Oddities You emtpy T.V., I empty MC (n***a) Record industry rule numers one, two, and three Jews run it, n***as run around in it, believe me [Break: Rock (), Ras Ka** [], Ruck {}, all] (Hip-hop belongs to us soldiers over here) [Nah, hip-hop belongs to us n***as right here] {You a idiot, hip-hop's your heart over here} So throw your motherf**in hands in the air [Verse 4: Rock] Ya'll must think I'm stupid But I know my sh** Just dollar smoke that makes me wonder like that robot b**h Yo, watch this Got this locked, try for the key You get popped in the face like you're throwin fries up in hot grease Rockness rips straight through toys Got rappers jumpin through car windows like they Duke Boys I told ya, this east-west is bullfit like a Pablo's Philly's wherever I go until I blow trial, yo [Verse 5: Canibus] Canibus remains undisputed, but never rooted I'm strong enough to throw a bullet faster than a gun can shoot it So if you try to battle me face-to-face I'll bring your career to a stop quicker than anti-lock brakes Look (look) inside the mind of a animal That'll beat you to d**h with a bar of soap wrapped in a towel And while you n***as is babblin My lyrics is travelin Like a javelin To stab you in the abdomen [Chorus: Rock (), Ras Ka** [], Ruck {}, all] (Hip-hop belongs to us soldiers over here) [Nah, hip-hop belongs to us n***as right here] {You a idiot, hip-hop's your heart over here} So throw your motherf**in hands in the air (Hip-hop belongs to us soldiers over here) [You see, hip-hop belongs to us n***as right here] {You stupid, hip-hop's your heart over here} So throw your motherf**in hands in the air [Verse 6: Ruck] Who want beef from vegetarian? When we thump, your knees bump like a Kerrigan The veteran, better than sick crews Take your medicine, I can vic you From the crib'll let him in Keep your locks on Son, I think the plot's on (With who?) With the baby girl, yo, the b**h said her pop's gone (For real?) Proceed to creep, du There's no need to sleep, du, I'm nocturnal Don't care about my where abouts, n***a, it don't concern you [Verse 7: Ras Ka**] I got n***a's heads dividin faster than nerds at a calculus convention See I school n***as, then I after-school n***as like detention It's a chinch to bag b**hes now But I remember they was dissin when I was broke, I was good for nothing But now I'm good for nuttin down them b**he's throats (Uh-huh) Like Rock say (You'll get the bobway...) So just say when You got anything to get off your chest besides yo chin This n***a spit like I was teething f**in up more human beings than Europeans [Verse 8: Rock] Dutch boy, guard yo leg like I'm Barkley Don't start me I'll pull Sparsky He'll rip apart three of you in a heart beat In the dark we see like owls, bats, vampires In a large tree Ready to snipe that a** at warp speed Launch torpedos MC's know what they weak flows We float and bounce on tracks like a goddamn speed boat So slow yo a** down, no doubt Don't be hasty, face me Or you'll be jettin diesel Bench-pressin daisys Chorus (X2)