| I speak at frequencies dogs would have trouble hearing
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| Canibus is the lyrical version of German engineering
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| Raw metaphors keep you high for months
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| Fly around the earth twice without refueling once
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| Ain’t too many categories I could fit in
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| When it come to spittin
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| Cuz I’m overqualified for tha position
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| The lazer guided lyrical hybrid
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| Creatin scripts so sick
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| I gotta arm wrestle my pen to write it
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| Don’t get excited
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| Cuz if I ever catch one of you motherfuckers biting
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| We’re going to be fist fighting
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| So motherfucker what you want?
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| I have the shotgun pumped
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| You feel like a frog nigga, then jump
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| I posess the lyrical ammo to battle
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| And rip any one of you warm blooded mammals to shambles
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| I’ll make examples of you and eat a mouth full of your crew
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| The type of emcee you can’t outdo
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| I’ll battle you on the net
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| I’ll battle you in the flesh
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| I’ll battle you over the phone you can call me collect
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| I’ll battle you for the respect
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| I’ll battle you over the (pause)
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| I’ll battle you over a blank check
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| I’ll battle you with a gun to my neck
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| I’ll battle you standing over the toilet with my dick out
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| I’ll battle you juggling a hand grenade with the pin out
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| In a stolen car with the fin number ripped out
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| Drinking a Guiness Stout
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| Doing a 360 spinout
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| Yo yo |