Desperados The Firm (Ft. Canibus)

[Intro: Nas]
You ever dance with the Devil under the pale moonlight?
Desperados travelin'
What the fuck's up, son?
We could do this, word up, we could do this

[Chorus: Nas]
Spent too many nights on the Henny, gettin' right
Breakin' big face Bennies, bettin' against the friendly dice
I can't call it, it's goin' too good to spoil it
Tell it like it is, the raw shit never recorded
Spent too many nights on the Henny, gettin' right
Breakin' big face Bennies, bettin' against the friendly dice
I can't call it, it's goin' too good to spoil it
Tell it like it is, the raw shit never recorded

[Verse 1: Canibus]
At a thousand-degrees Celsius, I make MC's melt
FUCK my record label, I appear courtesy of myself
Let me explain how I maintain thresholds to pain
I walk across the Sun barefoot, lookin' for shade
I rearrange your rib-cage like a 12-gauge at close range
And change the position of your brain
My hard raps penetrate through your hardhats
And all that, nigga! Get ya wig peeled back
I scalp you like the Indians on horseback
Running Bull will hit you harder than running back
Stunnin' man with brave and cunnin' raps
Swiftly runnin' laps around 48 tracks
Like uncut crack, you fiends keep comin' back
Heads is flippin' like acrobats on gym mats
From wax to analogue tapes to digital DATs, it's critical, black
The Canibus is ill like that! In fact, perhaps you should quit rap
Instead of always tryna diss back
If niggas keep tellin' you that your shit's wack
I rip raps, hardcore raps wrestle you to the floor mat
Put you in the figure-four, break your thorax
Jump off the top turnbuckle and land on your back
'Til I hear it snap or crack, or the ref says, "Chill, black!"
You get clapped bringin' the wrong raps to combat
Like bringin' a paint gun to a shootout with real gats
Y'all niggas is wack, rappin' over microphone feedback
My intelligence begins where yours peaks at
From Fox Boogie in the see-through brassiere to Nasty Nasir
My nigga Nature'll explain it further if it's not clear