Allied Meta-Forces Canibus (Ft. Kool G Rap)

[Verse 1: Canibus]
Yo, the shottie rip, perforate the skin on top of your ribs
Red stuff come out his squibs like a Hollywood script
Bitch-niggas on the floor screaming for mommy and shit
Cardiologists hook up the heart monitors quick
Thermometer temperature dips below 76
That's what you get for telling niggas that you better than Bis
Not possible, if I can't pronounce it, it ain't rhymable
The audible probability probably ain't probable
Supreme rap, G Rap, underground without a roof
Chopper proof, holding Hip-Hop for hostage, 'bout to shoot
Helicopters stabilize at low altitudes
Talking to the negotiator, laying out the rules
In a tight compromising loop, road-block with troops
Under orders not to shoot, but they break ya vertebrae with boots
Ten o'clock news flash, Bis and G Rap
All punch bullets are looking for them niggas in black
Lean back in the avocado El Dorado, passing the bottle
Speaking Japanese like Nomi Masho
She got a banging body, cold sushi with warm saki
If I'm rappin' sloppy, she got me

[Verse 2: Kool G Rap]
Welcome to my world, danger and hazards
Gang of bastards, banging they ratchets
'Caine in the jacket, slanging in traffic
Claiming they cabbage, obtain half, 'cause they aiming for static
Get brains from the addict, keep blinging with karats
Cops aiming the 'matics, then let ya dame have it, flames to the attic
The stains on ya fabric, the paint in the graphic
Canibus and G Rap banging a classic
And if that beef on the street hate you enough, blow out ya brain in ya casket
Don't you love this drug element?
Where slugs crush ya melon and dome, chrome that's known to break bones in an elephant
Shotgun pellets and, gunsmoke, smell the scent
Big bullets, wiggle ya guts like gelatin
Cut through ya skeleton, knock out ya intelligence
Bystanders bite the dust
Jake wanna be like a Russian cuffed on that Riker bus
We raised in the slums with haze in our lungs
Raisin the guns, knowin;
My day'll come, razors under the tongue
Clips in the steel, bricks in the wheels
Chips in the field of fortune
Dead men walking with hits on the grills
Late night at the spot, posted with goons, dope and balloons
Coke and the doom, scheme I'll leave you open with wounds nigga
Witness G Rap put it back in perspective
Beat up shit with a dash of the peppers
Get blast for ya necklace, leave ya brains on the dash in ya Lexus
We up in the club, dash for the exit
Make ya spread 'em out, show you what this lead about
Take it from an old thug, whoever clean cold blood, believe they bled it out
Crave for the war, pop out Ranges with fours
Hit the jackpot, blazing the raw, getting bands in the pores
Bitches and whores with dick in their jaws
The frame drank sick of Valor, straight bandit spot
Open up shop, turn the block to Planet Rock
Shit with no chop, slept with the Glock with the hammer cocked
Serving the fiends, hop in the Suburban and lean
Look at that don nigga swerving in Queens, player
Balling a lot, brawling for props, calling the shots
Hit the curb, birds all on the flock
Jockin, like "who that there covered in all of them rocks"
It's royalty bitch, fall on the cock, recognize one
G Rap Giancana, that live one, pay homage
Get it fucked up, I spray comments, nigga what?!
(Nigga what, it's the Curriculum!)