| Follow us into a new era
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| Where lyrical content is a MUST!
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| We cut microphones like, gangsters holdin chrome
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| Like, Toto you far from home
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| Like, words spoken wrong will never help you reach excellence
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| Stop bitin like you got a speech impediment
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| When will you learn?
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| Whack lyrics and a hot beat makes your song irrelevant
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| This is not a movie
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| I’m a poet so it takes more than punchlines to move me
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| Can-I-Bus, your favorite rap star on ice
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| What I talk on the mic make them call on Christ
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| As far as the eye can see, gaze out into the wide sea
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| Look for the island, the island is me
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| I heard Fat Joe said, I was over in Iraq
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| He said I was a soldier in lyrical combat
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| Other people slandered my name but I dodged that
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| They don’t see the missing pieces my thesis provides rap
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| Under the influence, bang 'Bis music in a Bonneville Buick
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| I see your face, I’mma crash into it
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| Lyrically I kick ass, if you don’t wanna know don’t ask
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| I might do it pro bono for no cash
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| The two-handed choke from the hope
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| Turn your brain and skull to sand and salt, sprinkle you on the floor
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| I didn’t wanna rap like that, but I had to
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| Cause that’s what my master would do if he was asked to
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| The perfect music machine, mechanical being
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| The most lyrical digital streams the world has ever seen
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| I did, I do, I does, I am, I will be, I was
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| The same nigga you love
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| Yo, I hope they film this shit, cause I’m 'bout to blaze you
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| And get it on tape too, I’m 'bout to Kay Slay you
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| Somebody gon' grab you — try to escape
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| Hold you down while I perform on your face
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| Why you sound like that, why you tear the mic down like that
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| Why you sound so intense when you rap
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| The airborne attack you can’t call off
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| Breathe exhaust like a horse or a supercharged Mustang Ford
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| Drugs rain from the sky, it’s like the angels want me to die
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| They push me harder cause they want me to try
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| A pitbull off the leash, barkin speech
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| Like a bull in the pit, liftin you off your feet
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| I feel like the world’s mine, I can park in the streets
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| Kick the world’s illest rhyme, police officers weak
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| People layin on the concrete, exhausted from heat
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| Watchin John Kerry spit over Michael Moore beats
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| This is a little somethin that my repertoire boast
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| I almost, was in control of all coasts…
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| I get advanced rhymes to quote, they all dope
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| Tote a lyrical landslide, give me all votes
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| But I can be as quiet as they want me to be
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| Cause even though they say my name, they ain’t talkin to me
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| They talk to magazines, they talk to MTV
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| They up on 106 on BET talkin to Free
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| Big niggas actin tough, but they walk like they ankles is cuffed
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| Who gives a FUCK if your ankles is buff
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| I can ar-ticulate, I wanna participate
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| But they tryin to hold me back, a black ball number eight
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| I pick the microphone up and spark the debate
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| Ever since ninety-eight I been a target for hate
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| Jesus Christ! |
| My name should be He-Bus Mic
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| Even when I rip the shit, fans leave uptight
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| But I don’t know if I’m right no more
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| But I don’t know if I’m right no more |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Punch Lines , by - Canibus. Song from the album Hip-hop For $ale, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп