[Intro]
"Brace yourself, what you're about to experience is turned upside down"
[Verse 1: Canibus]
Distortion, my brainwaves communicate with martians
My fantastic .44 firepower's awesome
No man alive can survive my lyrical army
I don't care if you've got nine lives or five heartbeats
I generate volts like electric eels
'Cause I be sparkin' it like plugs in automobiles
And I'm so for real with my lyrical skill
Mentally ill in the brain like Cypress Hill
Don't try to sneak attack, I'm never sleepin', black
I do three-sixties with my head when I watch my own back
And ya shoulda known that shit was dead from the start
I'll beat you more times a minute than a healthy heart
Rolling deep with niggas by the carload
And air cruisers and some shit, fifty-thousand dollar autos
And I step through your club like a portal
I bag all the bitches because I got more lines than bar codes
[Verse 2: Webb]
Distortion, you better get your hands off my portion
Proceed with caution, I'll get deadly like a bad abortion
I'll dismiss you then re-admit you
Then rip through your crew like diseases do cell tissue
'Cause I bring to mics like gay-bashers bring it to dykes
'Cause when I rip mics it's like blacks fighting for civil rights
I make contact then swoop down like a wombat
And catch niggas out there like bad contracts
My mental status is far beyond the average
I kick you in the chest and make your rhyme have a miscarriage
'Cause I deliver prophecies like disciples
I flip and drop more verses than two stacks of Bibles
So let me tell you, I'll get sick like Bellew
I'll lick eleven shots, god and knock down twelve of you
What? I roll with bad boys like Puff
I send you to Death Row like Daz and Kurupt
I come correct, I keep my mic in my holster
Sleeping up in that ass against the wall like a poster
"Brace yourself, what you're about to experience is turned upside down"
[Verse 1: Canibus]
Distortion, my brainwaves communicate with martians
My fantastic .44 firepower's awesome
No man alive can survive my lyrical army
I don't care if you've got nine lives or five heartbeats
I generate volts like electric eels
'Cause I be sparkin' it like plugs in automobiles
And I'm so for real with my lyrical skill
Mentally ill in the brain like Cypress Hill
Don't try to sneak attack, I'm never sleepin', black
I do three-sixties with my head when I watch my own back
And ya shoulda known that shit was dead from the start
I'll beat you more times a minute than a healthy heart
Rolling deep with niggas by the carload
And air cruisers and some shit, fifty-thousand dollar autos
And I step through your club like a portal
I bag all the bitches because I got more lines than bar codes
[Verse 2: Webb]
Distortion, you better get your hands off my portion
Proceed with caution, I'll get deadly like a bad abortion
I'll dismiss you then re-admit you
Then rip through your crew like diseases do cell tissue
'Cause I bring to mics like gay-bashers bring it to dykes
'Cause when I rip mics it's like blacks fighting for civil rights
I make contact then swoop down like a wombat
And catch niggas out there like bad contracts
My mental status is far beyond the average
I kick you in the chest and make your rhyme have a miscarriage
'Cause I deliver prophecies like disciples
I flip and drop more verses than two stacks of Bibles
So let me tell you, I'll get sick like Bellew
I'll lick eleven shots, god and knock down twelve of you
What? I roll with bad boys like Puff
I send you to Death Row like Daz and Kurupt
I come correct, I keep my mic in my holster
Sleeping up in that ass against the wall like a poster
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