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Quote from: Mac 10 on December 27, 2005, 07:21:22 AMA great verse from one of the best hip-hop songs ever!I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamousyou heard of usofficial Queensbridge murderersthe Mobb comes equipped with warfare, bewareof my crime family who got nuff shots to sharefor all of those who wanna profile and poserock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your noseboneyou all alone in these streets, cousinevery man for theirself in this land we be gunnin'and keep them shook crews runnin'like they supposed tothey come around but they never come close toI can see it inside your faceyou're in the wrong placecowards like you just get they're whole body laced upwith bullet holes and suchspeak the wrong words man and you will get touchedyou can put your whole army against my team andI guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'your simple words just don't move meyou're minor, we're majoryou all up in the game and don't deserve to be a playerdon't make me have to call your name outyour crew is featherweightmy gunshots'll make you levitateI'm only nineteen but my mind is oldand when the things get for real my warm heart turns coldanother nigga deceased, another story gets toldit ain't nothin' reallyhey, yo dun spark the Phillieso I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggaswhy they still alive I don't know, go figuremeanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundationif I die I couldn't choose a better locationwhen the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensationgetting closer to God in a tight situationnow, take these words home and think it throughor the next rhyme I write might be about youMobb Deep - Shook Ones Pt IIRIP Prodigy
A great verse from one of the best hip-hop songs ever!I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamousyou heard of usofficial Queensbridge murderersthe Mobb comes equipped with warfare, bewareof my crime family who got nuff shots to sharefor all of those who wanna profile and poserock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your noseboneyou all alone in these streets, cousinevery man for theirself in this land we be gunnin'and keep them shook crews runnin'like they supposed tothey come around but they never come close toI can see it inside your faceyou're in the wrong placecowards like you just get they're whole body laced upwith bullet holes and suchspeak the wrong words man and you will get touchedyou can put your whole army against my team andI guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'your simple words just don't move meyou're minor, we're majoryou all up in the game and don't deserve to be a playerdon't make me have to call your name outyour crew is featherweightmy gunshots'll make you levitateI'm only nineteen but my mind is oldand when the things get for real my warm heart turns coldanother nigga deceased, another story gets toldit ain't nothin' reallyhey, yo dun spark the Phillieso I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggaswhy they still alive I don't know, go figuremeanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundationif I die I couldn't choose a better locationwhen the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensationgetting closer to God in a tight situationnow, take these words home and think it throughor the next rhyme I write might be about youMobb Deep - Shook Ones Pt II
Canibus brings the sickest drama //Fierce enough to pierce the thickest armor //I smack bitches for trying to suck dick through a condom //Playing with the mic is something I won’t do //My only concern when I approach you, is to roast you //I smoke you and whoever you standing close to //And make every man in your crew deny that he knows you //Defeating, niggas like Segal Steven, putting emcee’s in //Positions to prevent them from breathing //I make you question any, and everything you’ve ever believed in //By peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readings //What’s the matter with y’all, I splatter y’all //Against the mother fucking wall with these raw lyrics I catapult //None of y’all got the balls big enough to battle //I go on and on, like Erykah Badu //A hundred times nicer than the best there is //Twice as arrogant as KRS is, who want to test this? //Fuck y’all, you don’t impress me and no one can test me //An emcee so ill I got AIDS scared to catch me //All that shit you popping will stop, when I put you in a headlock //And apply pressure until I crush your mother-fucking noggin //I grab mics and push niggas to the left //So fast, their hearts end up on the right side of their chests //My hypothesis, is that nobody can see this //Lyrical genius, I got it sowed like a seamstress //But if you want to battle, I’m down //If you got nine lives, I’ll take eight of them off your hands right now //Step up, and get your neck cut, from ear to ear //If you survive, then you can cover your scar with a beard //I’m the illest from Queens to the New Jerusalem briddicks //Anyone who ain’t feeling my shidit, can suck my didick //You need to quit it, if you ain’t spitting //More than fifty bars per minute, ‘cause you ain’t in lyrical fitness //Kicking boring raps, with metaphors that’s wack //All of y’all mother fuckers need Nordic Track //To get your weight up, fucking with Canibus, you get ate up //Beat down and sprayed up, just for bringing my name up //Been rocking longer than niggas twice my age //Back in the days, before Bob Marley was rocking a fade //Before Honest Abe signed the paper to free slaves //Before Neanderthals was drawing on walls in caves //I existed, in the Garden of Eden, getting lifted //Sticking dick in Eve, before she was Adam’s mistress //Before Christ created Christmas, I been in lyrical fitness //The Canibus is spitting, ‘till he’s spit less //Fifty bars of total sickness, you won’t forget this //I’m putting every wack emcee alive on my shit list //Verbally vicious, telekinetically gifted //Took you a minute, to exhibit, that I’m sick with it //Now you tell me who you think is damaging shit //Going once, going twice, sold to that nigga named Canibus //Me and Mr. Cheeks, A-Plus, and Funk Doctor //Hopping out of the Hue helicopter to Suey-chop you //
Most underrated spitter ever IMO..hes so nice..such a sick verse