feat. Kool G. Rap
  
  [Canibus]
  Yo.. the shottie rip, perferrate the skin on top of ya ribs
  Red stuff come out his ribs like a Hollywood script
  Bitch-niggaz on the floor screamin for mommy and shit
  Cardiologists hook up the heart monitors quick
  Thermometer temperature dips below 76
  That's what you get for tellin niggaz that you better than 'Bis
  Not possible - if I can't pronounce it, it ain't rhymable
  The audible probability probably ain't probable
  Supreme rap, G Rap, underground without a rule
  Shopper proof, holdin hip-hop for hostage, bout to shoot
  Helicopters stabilized at low altitudes
  Talkin to the negotiator, layin out the rules
  In a tight compromise salute, road-block with troops
  Underwater's not to shoot, but they break ya vertebrae with boots
  Ten o'clock news flash, 'Bis and G Rap
  All punch bullets are lookin for them niggaz in black
  Lean back in the avocado El Dorado, passin the bottle
  Speakin Japanese like Nomi Masho
  She got a bangin body, cold sushi with warm saki
  If I'm rappin sloppy, she got me...
  
  [Kool G Rap]
  Welcome to my world, danger and hazards
  Gang of bastards, bangin they ratchets
  King and the Jacker, slangin in traffic
  Claimin they cabbage, obtain half, they aimin for stackage
  Get brains from the (?), keep blingin with karats
  Cops see me in Maddox, then let ya dame have it, flames to the attic
  The stains on ya fabric, the paint in the graphic
  Canibus and G Rap, bangin a classic
  And if that beef on the street - hate you enough,
  blow out ya brain in ya casket
  Don't you love this drug element?
  Where slugs crush ya melon and dome
  Chrome that's known to break bones in an elephant
  Shotgun pellets and, gunsmoke; smell the scent
  Big bullets, wiggle ya guts like gelatin
  Cut through ya skeleton, knockage intelligence
  Ride, stand, and bite the dust
  Jake wanna be like a Russian cuffed on that Riker bus
  We raised in the slums, with haze in our lungs
  Raisin the guns, knowin;
  My day'll come, razors under the tongue
  Clips in the steel, bricks in the wheels,
  chips in the field of fortune
  Dead men walkin with hits on the grills
  Late night at the spot, posted with goons, dope and balloons
  Coke and the doom, scheme; I'll leave you open with wounds nigga
  Witness G Rap put it back in perspective
  Beat up shit with a dash of the peppers
  Get blast for ya necklace
  Leave ya brains on the dash in ya Lexus
  We up in the club, dash for the exit
  Make ya spread 'em out - show you what this lead about
  Take it from an old thug, whoever clean cold blood
  Believe they bled it out (yo)
  Crave for the war, pop out rages with fours
  Hit the jackpot, blazin the raw - gettin bands in the pores
  Bitches and whores with dick in their jaws
  The frame drank sick of Valor, straight bandit spot
  Open up shop, turn the block to "Planet Rock"
  Shit with no chop, slept with the glock with the hammer cocked
  Servin the fiends, hop in the Suburban and lean
  Look at that don nigga swervin in Queens, playa
  Ballin a lot, brawlin for props, callin the shots
  Hit the curb, birds all on the flock
  Jockin, like "who that there covered in all of them rocks"
  It's royalty bitch, fall on the cock, recognize one
  Giacanna G Rap, that live one - pay homage
  Get it fucked up, I spray comments, nigga what?!
  (Nigga what, it's the Curriculum!)
  
  [Canibus]
  Yo, e'rything is e'rything my nigga
  I ain't bitter, but if I gave you the finger it'd be behind the trigger
  Faggot-ass nigga livin in a gated community
  Up in radio, tellin them what you gon' do to me
  I live in the 'burbs - clean my Winchester
  every other weekend with the same dirty Hanes shirt
  It takes two to tango, three to jump rope
  Four to bury the body, plus look out for po'
  Yo I guard everything within the limits of my post
  My orders is to smoke you if you get to close
  The whole globe scared of my flow, spirit world scared of my soul
  Nowadays it's like I'm scared to be known
  The methods of my motivation is completely subjective
  My perception is completely parallel to perspective
  Rhyming is the reason I spit in faces
  Habituation of my flamboyance without rational reservation
  Whiskey, X-Ray, yankee, Zulu, unusual
  Word-ologically my syllable position is beautiful
  Only respect niggaz if the feeling is mutual
  G Rap snatch the tools from you, I'll throw 'em in the crucible
  Prolly throw you in there too, mix it up and make nigga-stew
  if you can't admit I'm iller than you
  Baby you sparred with the shadows, Canibus and G Rap yo
  Motherfucker professionallin with the pros
  
  [Kool G Rap]
  Know it's, dough over hoes - bankrolls, Rovers and clothes
  and shots blow all them cowards and foes
  Giacanna proud with the pros, foul mode
  We quick reachers, spear with the fearless til you drip liters
  Flip divas, the big secret, strip to they tits and beaver
  Sip Cris' and sniff coke of the peeter
  Yeah we ball big baby, look off the meter
  You should see us, it's movie star status
  Scar lackers lost cabbage, rip the Pablo Escobar fabrics
  Froze the road we chose, not a pretty route, Diddied out
  Grimey and grittied out, stack dough, jiggy out
  Dime bitches behavin like ya sex slave skizzied out
  Some nigga dizzy south, til he's out, busy mouth
  Swerve to the curb, hit the bird split the kitties out
  We kidnap for trap - blackmail for a gang a mill
  Spot banger himself, fishscale rocks under the fingernails
  The blood trail lead to a corpse
  Treat my appetite for greed with a torch
  For keys to a Porsche, to breeze in the loft
  Roll up my hand sheets with the force
  We squeeze off, no need for remorse, playa
  Forty wild goons, we forty Calhouns
  You die forty foul dooms for forty coward moves
  Bless sparkle, and spark until my shorty style rules
  Giancanna dead? Widespread, I'll be a 40 mile tune nigga
  What, what nigga? The noble laureate
  Comin at y'all niggaz..
  Uh.. 40-pound style nigga...