| I got this beat from Riggs, yeah I got it from Riggs
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| Cause in a minute I’ma be on top of the biz
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| Try to act like you don’t know who it is
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| Around the globe there’s kids that play the Canibus quotable quiz
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| Its like if you ain’t a mogul they don’t know who you is
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| But I’m a oldie in the biz with the vocals and libs
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| Said so much crazy shit on my last album
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| My name shut Interpol down for two hours
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| Now that’s true power
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| I create what I can’t count to rhyme from my anger management counselor
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| Just listen to the fives and blend in with the signal you getting
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| Can you hear me now? |
| Answer the question
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| You wanna talk about sick poems? |
| I spit stones
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| Leave you split holmes, tied knots with your rib bones
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| Quick blows break off your limp wrist bones
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| Make you scream melodies in twelve different ringtones
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| I can speak Chinese, ching chong get off the ding dong
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| Knock your ass over the tables like little ping pongs
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| You got balls? |
| Bring 'em on
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| I smash 'em with a spiked bat like Raekwon with Cuban Linx on
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| Blink and you gone, let off more shells than shrimp farms
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| Spit raw, your face look like you smelling stink bombs
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| You ain’t dreamin nigga, pinch your arm
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| Canibus be spittin' bars that can dislodge Kanye’s jaws
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| What you lookin' for? |
| We hookin' off
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| Punchlines on the song through the hook and all
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| You actin' like you think you too good to fall
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| You spit with a glass jaw, get up give it more
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| If I was focused I could crush you
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| Cause you sayin you focused, then how come I can still touch you?
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| I bust you, then spit some young buck shit at you
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| Cause I still got the heart to go bust me a head or two
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| My little arms carry big arms, to tickle the clip
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| Finger keep the sig warm when I bring harm
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| I have a nigga screamin' for his mama
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| Your body armor don’t protect you from your karma
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| Come along with me, let me see what you got
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| Battle you on the spot, show you how nice you not
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| I’m the champ like Ali, you just a close copy
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| When people see you, they don’t know that its not me
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| I flow cause I got to
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| This shit sound hot cause its not you
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| You tried to catch me, but I got you
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| I got a mind that spins like belt drives
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| And when I seen hip hop die I felt cries
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| But I got an idea to bring it back to life
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| Bring me back to the mic, make sure you package it right
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| I’ll go all out, pour my heart out, mix it around
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| Put my voice to these beats, let it mix with the sound |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Give It More, artist - Killah Priest. Album song The Best Of and A Prelude To The Offering, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп