Allied Meta-Forces (Explicit) - Canibus/Kool G Rap/Germaine Williams
Yo the shottie rip perferrate
The skin on top of ya ribs
Red stuff come out his ribs
Like a Hollywood script
B**ch-niggaz on the floor
Screamin for mommy and sh*t
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
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 ** 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
D**e and balloons
Coke and the doom scheme;
I'll leave you open with wounds ni**a
Witness G Rap put it back in perspective
Beat up sh*t 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
B**ches 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"
Sh*t with no chop slept
With the glock with the hammer cocked
Servin the fiends hop in the Suburban and lean
Look at that don ni**a 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 b**ch fall on the cock recognize one
Giacanna G Rap that live one
Pay homage
Get it f**ked up I spray comments ni**a what
(Ni**a what it's the Curriculum )
Yo e'rything is e'rything my ni**a
I ain't bitter but if I gave you the finger
It'd be behind the trigger
Faggot-a** ni**a 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 ni**a-stew
If you can't admit I'm iller than you
Baby you sparred with the shadows
Canibus and G Rap yo
Motherf**ker professionallin with the pros
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 b**ches behavin like ya sex slave skizzied out
Some ni**a 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 ni**a
What what ni**a The noble laureate
Comin at y'all niggaz
Uh 40-pound style ni**a
