[Intro]
This is a street corner, you know what I mean?
This is not the Hot 97 studio, this is a street corner right now
This is 3 MCs, know what I'm sayin'?
Standing on the side
Standing on the sidewalk, you know what I mean?
Timberland boots, saying? Finessing
Concrete slab under the feet, yeah
Blacking out with Funk Flex
Canibus and DMX with my man Noreaga
[Verse 1: Canibus]
Blacking out with Funk Flex
DMX holds the 12 gauge pump, Canibus holds the TEC
Whenever the head is separated from the human body with a sharp enough weapon
The brain remains conscious for 10 seconds
Long enough for me to give you one last message
And when you get to Hell, you can tell Lucifer I said it
Don't ever get it confused
Messing with Canibus, the human Rubik's Cube like you got something to prove
I'm Above the Law, making cops shit in their drawers
They won't even dispatch the call if my name is involved
While you pray to Allah, reading your Quran and your teachings of Muhammad
I'm in my crib studying thuganomics
Niggas wanna murder me, that's why my burgundy Suburban be
Full of Secret Service security
Transporting me back and forth from the Affirmative Action University
In aircrafts that takeoff and land vertically
The fact that I ain't treated like a king is absurd to me
From the streets of Dirty Jersey to Germany, niggas heard of me
Verbally murdering you thoroughly without effort
I get drug tested before I can rhyme on the record
A remarkable specimen with an audible weapon
Processing lyrics in less than one onehundredth of a second
Beef? Bring it! Bullets or barrels, spin it
Fingers squeeze trigger leave you physically disfigured
This is a street corner, you know what I mean?
This is not the Hot 97 studio, this is a street corner right now
This is 3 MCs, know what I'm sayin'?
Standing on the side
Standing on the sidewalk, you know what I mean?
Timberland boots, saying? Finessing
Concrete slab under the feet, yeah
Blacking out with Funk Flex
Canibus and DMX with my man Noreaga
[Verse 1: Canibus]
Blacking out with Funk Flex
DMX holds the 12 gauge pump, Canibus holds the TEC
Whenever the head is separated from the human body with a sharp enough weapon
The brain remains conscious for 10 seconds
Long enough for me to give you one last message
And when you get to Hell, you can tell Lucifer I said it
Don't ever get it confused
Messing with Canibus, the human Rubik's Cube like you got something to prove
I'm Above the Law, making cops shit in their drawers
They won't even dispatch the call if my name is involved
While you pray to Allah, reading your Quran and your teachings of Muhammad
I'm in my crib studying thuganomics
Niggas wanna murder me, that's why my burgundy Suburban be
Full of Secret Service security
Transporting me back and forth from the Affirmative Action University
In aircrafts that takeoff and land vertically
The fact that I ain't treated like a king is absurd to me
From the streets of Dirty Jersey to Germany, niggas heard of me
Verbally murdering you thoroughly without effort
I get drug tested before I can rhyme on the record
A remarkable specimen with an audible weapon
Processing lyrics in less than one onehundredth of a second
Beef? Bring it! Bullets or barrels, spin it
Fingers squeeze trigger leave you physically disfigured
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