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thedesolateone
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this is the truth.either you have been reading my threads from 5months ago or you are a telepathic something.g rap outshined mobb deep too.i dont know why grap can advance his flow and rakims seventh seal seems like rakim is digressing but on 18th letter he was advancing and is a classic minus a few wack beats.rakim sounds so dated now and uninspired but grap is not getting bodied on anything.he is not having it.the master did had a few ill verses though.like dr. dre said: come on ra!
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thedesolateone wrote: »this is the truth.either you have been reading my threads from 5months ago or you are a telepathic something.g rap outshined mobb deep too.i dont know why grap can advance his flow and rakims seventh seal seems like rakim is digressing but on 18th letter he was advancing and is a classic minus a few wack beats.rakim sounds so dated now and uninspired but grap is not getting bodied on anything.he is not having it.the master did had a few ill verses though.like dr. dre said: come on ra!
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F.O.H. ?
LMAO. I agree.
Why does this dude insist on creating so many Canibus threads? Almost as bad as ShadyTeam... -
Elzhi and Royce also outshined canibus once
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Canibus barely shines on a song by himself.
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harry knucklez wrote: »canibus barely shines on a song by himself.
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i dont know about the canibus track i don't think i heard it but as for the mobb deep track on murder music that song is over once g rap stoped
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G Rap is terribly underrated.
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Chino Xl and Royce Da 5'9 Outshined Canibus something terrible on I Wish You Would.
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KGR outshines anybody he gets on a track with, he still the illest.
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F.O.H. ?
Yo, e'rything is e'rything my ?
I ain't bitter, but if I gave you the finger it'd be behind the trigger
? -ass ? 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 ? 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 ? 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 ? -stew
if you can't admit I'm iller than you
Baby you sparred with the shadows, Canibus and G Rap yo
? professionallin with the pros -
Question Authority wrote: »LMAO. I agree.
Why does this dude insist on creating so many Canibus threads? Almost as bad as ShadyTeam...
Yo, yo
It's two-thousand A.D.: After Disaster
Fly's buzz around a million rappers cadavers
Never been the type to talk
My ice-grill's like, looking down the wide jaws of a white shark
'Bout to rip off your arms like perforated paper
A hundred times more sharper than stainless steal razors
Shock you with an electrically charged taser
'Till you turn blue in the face, and die from asphyxiation
The stench of a thousand ounces
Grab you by the throat and blow my second-hand weed smoke down it
Don't give a ? what month you dropping in
I'll be in the Dungeon hollering, '? you and your cult following'
You ? -swallowing ? ?
With ? , and ? that sag, dressed in drag
Running full-paged ads in the porno mags
With pictures of you with a ? in your mouth and a ? in your ass
Kurupt where you at?
Yea, the Dungeon style
Yea, the dungeon
Yo
Lyrically, I'm bananas
My tongue moves like Hindu belly-dancers performing tantra
I blur your vision like slow shuttled speeds on the camera
Get up in that ass like colon cancer
Brain cells handpicked
Organically enhanced with third millennium medical standards
My D.N.A. was tampered with
By genetic engineers with scholarship grants that stupid in Stanford
Canibus, too advanced for this ?
Turn spit to gas vapour, then back to spit
Your style is one-quarter bull, one-quarter horseshit
One-quarter garbage, and one-quarter nonsense
Make you nauseous 'till you ?
Like the Backwards Pharcyde video going forwards
As I drink the blood of a thousand emcees
I can tell by the taste of the pulp if they was hand-squeezed
This is Transylvania, vampire mania
You should be afraid of my fangs in your neck draining you
I was made to bust, made to crush
Any mic me and Kurupt touch, turn to dusk
See? I'm as dangerous as they come
Dangerous with or without a gun, I've been dangerous since day one
Rhyme flows explode like pyros
Stick to your ribs like chicken and thick gravy from Roscoes
Get your head flown if you dumb in the dome
Or struck with some stones 'till you feel numb in the bones
You better keep your big mouth closed
'Fore I stick the muzzle of the chrome in that hole under your nose
Send a signal to my index, and tell it to fold
In the direction of my wrist bone to release your soul
I told you to freeze, if I was you I would have froze
But you chose the other route and got blown full of holes
Pistol to your mug, ? your tongue, rip through your lungs
Write your name on your tombstone scribbled in blood
Give me a little love
There anybody out there that never felt one rhyme that Can-I-Bus bust?
You a liar, liar, pants on fire
Watch the G.O.A.T. with the ghost-writer get slaughtered by a tiger
Seen him in the Pun video holding up his lighter
Smeared his career like doo-doo inside a diaper
My style is sicker than, infected women and men
I'm so raw, I can catch AIDS without sticking it in
Flip and dip like shrimps and scampi
Switch language like a black kid raised by a Spanish nanny
And we do it like that when we in the dungeon
Past the ? mic to Kuruption -
thedesolateone wrote: »Yo, yo
It's two-thousand A.D.: After Disaster
Fly's buzz around a million rappers cadavers
Never been the type to talk
My ice-grill's like, looking down the wide jaws of a white shark
'Bout to rip off your arms like perforated paper
A hundred times more sharper than stainless steal razors
Shock you with an electrically charged taser
'Till you turn blue in the face, and die from asphyxiation
The stench of a thousand ounces
Grab you by the throat and blow my second-hand weed smoke down it
Don't give a ? what month you dropping in
I'll be in the Dungeon hollering, '? you and your cult following'
You ? -swallowing ? ?
With ? , and ? that sag, dressed in drag
Running full-paged ads in the porno mags
With pictures of you with a ? in your mouth and a ? in your ass
Kurupt where you at?
Yea, the Dungeon style
Yea, the dungeon
Yo
Lyrically, I'm bananas
My tongue moves like Hindu belly-dancers performing tantra
I blur your vision like slow shuttled speeds on the camera
Get up in that ass like colon cancer
Brain cells handpicked
Organically enhanced with third millennium medical standards
My D.N.A. was tampered with
By genetic engineers with scholarship grants that stupid in Stanford
Canibus, too advanced for this ?
Turn spit to gas vapour, then back to spit
Your style is one-quarter bull, one-quarter horseshit
One-quarter garbage, and one-quarter nonsense
Make you nauseous 'till you ?
Like the Backwards Pharcyde video going forwards
As I drink the blood of a thousand emcees
I can tell by the taste of the pulp if they was hand-squeezed
This is Transylvania, vampire mania
You should be afraid of my fangs in your neck draining you
I was made to bust, made to crush
Any mic me and Kurupt touch, turn to dusk
See? I'm as dangerous as they come
Dangerous with or without a gun, I've been dangerous since day one
Rhyme flows explode like pyros
Stick to your ribs like chicken and thick gravy from Roscoes
Get your head flown if you dumb in the dome
Or struck with some stones 'till you feel numb in the bones
You better keep your big mouth closed
'Fore I stick the muzzle of the chrome in that hole under your nose
Send a signal to my index, and tell it to fold
In the direction of my wrist bone to release your soul
I told you to freeze, if I was you I would have froze
But you chose the other route and got blown full of holes
Pistol to your mug, ? your tongue, rip through your lungs
Write your name on your tombstone scribbled in blood
Give me a little love
There anybody out there that never felt one rhyme that Can-I-Bus bust?
You a liar, liar, pants on fire
Watch the G.O.A.T. with the ghost-writer get slaughtered by a tiger
Seen him in the Pun video holding up his lighter
Smeared his career like doo-doo inside a diaper
My style is sicker than, infected women and men
I'm so raw, I can catch AIDS without sticking it in
Flip and dip like shrimps and scampi
Switch language like a black kid raised by a Spanish nanny
And we do it like that when we in the dungeon
Past the ? mic to Kuruption
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Chino Xl and Royce Da 5'9 Outshined Canibus something terrible on I Wish You Would.
this is true but i bet canibus never heard their verses and just sent royce so rhymes in a haste you can hear in his verse they arent in the same studio -
lol, Canibus is doin albums with Keith Murray now
if u can't outspit Keith Murray, you're wack -
Kool G Rap Is def. ill. I dont think you can even compare the two. Both are legends...