Ty Fyffe - Die Slow lyrics

[Canibus] Yo (Die Slow) Yea (Die Slow) Ya n***as better..(Die Slow) Uh (Die Slow) All you can do is (Die Slow) n***a (Die Slow) (Die Slow) 4x All you can do is die (Slow) Yea (Die Slow) 2x f** ya'll (Die Slow) 2x Die Slow n***a (Die Slow) (Canibus) Yo You against me.. No contest My tongue hydraulics Strong enough to flip a 64 Impala with 3 adult pa**engers And a 400 pound driver And drown you in less than an ounce of your own saliva Rubberface rappers get, stretched like elastic Claymation characters wit verbal vernacular Slappin' ya, like a white water rafter Or a Olympic kayaker, paddlin' across the Niagara My afterburners'll be burnin' you after Ya' body already been splashed with acid And you turn to ashes Assa**ins camouflaged in the gra** blastin' Leavin' blood all over ya' lady like Jackie Ona**is I'll fly ya' body outta Dallas Perform plastic surgery while we airborne and switch caskets Then lie to the ma**es I'll tell'em that you got murdered over some East West beef, between rappers Radio stations'll express they sadness Play cla**ics back to back and pa** out "Stop The Violence" pamphlets Just imagine, every night ya' girls f**in' ya' best friend While you in hell throwin' tantrums I'll be lampin' in a mansion somewhere out in the Hamptons Givin' some pretty a** b**h a spankin' n***a you can't win I'm laughin' cause you a has been You can't get ya' groove back So don't even bother askin' Angela Ba**ett You just get ya' a** kicked Get ya' head chopped off and dropped in a basket My left arm's taken but my right one's free That means I could diss another muthaf**in' emcee Wit rhymes that appear clearer than liquid crystal My lyrical is more visual than television screen pixels I fire pistols, hit you wit' miniature missiles Riddle ya' body wit' holes then watch the blood sprinkle Ya probably had no idea what you was gettin' into On the mic, Can-I-Bus is invincible f** you (CONVO 1) ("Die Slow" through out the convo) Ayo that n***a got an attitude Yeah he be actin rude And he's always trying to battle you That last album was terrible When he's on the radio he never got a clean mouth Yeah every time he freestyles, his words be gettin' bleeped out You got the album? Naw I heard that sh** was weak You got the album? I said it was weak But the sh** don't come out till next week You know I like the n***a's beats Yo that sh** be soundin' bugged out Yo that n***a Bis dumbs out He waited too long to come out (Journalist) To you b**h n***as who talk a lot But walk the block, in halter tops Left side of ya chest, mark the spot That's where a n***a put it, when I'm hooded Then fill you up wit big bullets Prepare you for some channel 6 footage Know what is, Me and Bis, runnin' through ya courtyard Creepin' wit a four-five and reachin for ya door knob Throw a gun under ya chin, see how quick your who*e rise One shot could have a thought slide, right out the North side Your whole flow is pork rind Spit your small oinks I'm nasty, with my small joints gripped to ballpoints Drop on top of the blue line, right beside the red one Keep the flow fearsome, 'til the day my career done Bring it to ya a** if you the challengin type Especially those, surroundin' the mic Sounding alike To the Journ, y'all ain't no suitable spitters Shoot at you n***as Lay you out in MD's, recoupin' ya liver Shoutin' my name Best control the noise soldier boy Or homicide be over you poys with Polaroids (CONVO 2) ("Die Slow" through out the convo) Yea, yo that n***a Journalist gets busy yo I heard he from Philly yo I seent him in Bis video He's so skinny tho' Now he's rollin' wit Canibus? I don't even understand his sh** That n***a sounds like an amaetur Yo I heard Jay manage him Yo he got some heavy gold sh** Man, that's some old sh** Yea the n***as that he roll wit' probably let 'em hold it He got alotta Benji's - no he don't! Everytime I see him in the back of The Source, he look dingy!