That Shit Sonja Blade (Ft. Canibus)

[Verse 2: Canibus]
Yo, I practice the Art of War like Bone Thugs
Like, "Nigga what? I'm finna get gun and stick 'em up"
And crush a thug's bones wit a chrome slug
Leave you layin dead in ya own blood
Foaming at the mouth like soap suds
See what the fo-fo does?
You know what?
I'm 'bouta get mad as fuck
And blast you in da gut
You niggas ain't had enough?
I'm da scariest
Sagittarius
You've ever seen
Wit genetically dominant genes
A supreme being
I fiends to rock them
Til I'm top of the top ten
After 12 O'Clock I get worse than Rakim
Then I make ya whole crew sweat my music
'Cause I do get in ya ears like a Q-Tip
Too quick for you to refuse it, you're defenseless
Mental blows'll hit you in the dome like clenched fists
Competition is usually forced to forfeit
My telepathy bench-presses more than a forklift
Don't even step to me on some bullshit
Nigga you betta off playing Russian Roulette wit a full clip
I'm knocking niggas out and knocking niggas off
Fa coming around the way with them Lugz that look like Clarks