In Common Diabolic (Ft. Canibus)

[Intro: Diabolic]
Yo, get the fuck back! You got a liar and a thief combined with a beast from the east. What the fuck you think's gonna happen? Canibus, let em' know!

[Hook: Canibus and Diabolic] (x4)
Canibus and Diabolic get busy when we rhymin'
And that's what we got in common

[Verse 1: Canibus]
Yo, yo, yo
I know how far this could go
But I'm not willing to go far, as long as you know
I'd rather dump you off of the speed-boat
Your trench coat float while you bleed slow—you already know
I check my P.O. Box with a robot
I got a ammo can in the corner full of old Glocks
Aight, breathe. Adjust to the beat
Adjust to the speed of Canibus, the MC
The library of binary. Words I rhyme surprise many
But few realize, if any
You navigate through a constellation of bars
If it does not madden, you will be a god
If it does not sadden, then you will be awed
But they are on their way to capture you, so be on your guard
The world I live in is different from the world you been in
But I stay committed and still spit it
The microphone is a psychotic object
Those who don't spit hot shit will get shocked and drop it
I'll be there in the morning to collect your belongings
If I have to knock more than once, you'll be sorry
The door sign reads: enter or die
That's when I wrote the hundred-thousand bar rhyme
So ask Canibus. He ain't understanding this
Cause ninety-nine percent of his fans ain't shit
And ninety-nine percent of his fans didn't think
That ninety-nine percent of the planet can't spit
But Diabolic 'bout to show you how we handle this
Diabolic and Canibus—sample this