Tiger Striped Sky Songtext - Roo Panes

Tiger Striped Sky - Roo Panes

[Round 1: Canibus]
Those look like Tom Cruise mom's shoes
Soaked in some nasty ass wanton soup
You bout to lose
What you got to prove?
Yea? Who you gon rap circles around?
Turn around, cuz you ain't allowed to worship the crown
You look like a dead bird on the ground
Wit ya bones exposed, this is ya funeral services now
This is ya death Diz, pour it out, pass it around

I laugh at ya style, the wise owl laughs at the crowd
Pound for pound? I clip ya wings, lift your ass off the ground

Throw you in the air, crash you in the clouds!
Slaughterhouse? What the fuck is you talking about?
I brought enough rhymes to snuff all four of them out
I bet you hang out with Elton John in Lebanon
When Eminem's gone, so both of yall can make feminine bars!
You must be smokin', hopin an opium pipe,if you think you gon' win tonight

Yea right, these people came to see a fight!

I'mma fuck you up in this battle royale, yea dawg

I'mma make you not wanna ever rap no more

Cuz you cheatin!
You know you in agreement with demons, you suckin semen!

You really think that's air that you breathin?

You dirty fucking scumbag trashbag of scum

You look like a vampire that drinks faggot blood

And you gonna catch that fade, baby
The streets is watching like Jay-Z

I squeeze ya IV till you sit up and face me!

You crazy, ya egk beepin' like you lazy
Fuck you, pay me, or donate it to Haiti
To be here today, I had to hypnotize myself

But it's impossible to lie to myself
Look at him! It's like I'm standing beside myself
He bit my whole fucking style

I got MMA niggas in the crowd, I should make them whoop yo ass right now

Ayo hood niggas! Whats good nigga?

Wing nuts, battle you in the woods around trees and ninjas

Battle rap 20 degrees colder in the winter
In the summer I'm sizzler, roll you up like rizzlers
Toss you a thousand bars nigga, tell you to bench it

Then I battle you again, just to see if you meant it

Look at the people on the rooftop, the people on the fences

You came here healthy, you gon leave here injured

Real gladiators gotta bleed in the trenches
Go ahead Diz, do ya famous Slim Shady impression

Bring 5'9 in the session, I teach all 3 of you a lesson

I spit real rap shit, you spit pop shit, no question

Dizaster and his fans a bunch of bitches
You know I'm hardcore, I showed up with stitches!
C'mon Diz, now you know you in over ya head

When there's people in the crowd that memorize battle rhymes I said

I'll battle you in the flesh, I'll battle you on the net

I'll battle you over the phone, you can call me collect

I'll battle you for respect

I'll battle you over a blank check

I'll battle you with a gun to my neck

I'll battle you over the toilet with my dick out

I'll battle you juggling a hand grenade with the pin out

In a stolen car with the VIN number ripped out

Drinking a Guiness Stout

Doing a 360 spinout
You already know, I look like Riddick, out the slam

You a arabic Peter Pan lookin' out for the clan

C'mon fam, you know the big bad wolf eat the lamb

I'm a tiger with infinite stripes, you Tucan Sam

Damn! You know cocaine's a helluva drug
Made this dumbfuck wanna battle Can-I-Bus
I told this nigga! I'm takin' yo ass to Dizneyland

I'mma piss in ya mouth, while you shittin ur pants

And while the lyrics enhanced, my fans gonna shit on your fans!
I'm glad you a battle thug
The big bad wolf gonna drink a glass of your blood
I'll use your skin for a fuckin prayer rug!

I'll destroy you, I hated you the first time I saw you

Mothafuckas like you get buried for being loyal

I'm ashamed of hiphop for even praising you
You don't exist before Youtube cuz you ain't really paid no dues

You make me sick!

You get respect for saying stupid shit

Ya fans are clueluess, they think you got juice & shit

Everytime you in Atlanta, Eddy Long is your pastor

You a rug trader traitor, a fake gold jewlery chain maker

A slum dog millionaire's neighbor

I'm a Jamaican assasin, You a Dizaster waitin' to happen

You couldn't fight your way out of a wet paper napkin

I jumped out my momma pussy, you fell out ya mother booty all wiggly

Covered in humus, all filthy
Yo I'mma let the world know the truth, you don't want me to shine

You study my rhymes, then you laid your vocals after mine

That's a bitch move, something that Dizaster would do

You say you the best battler in the world? You ain't telling the truth!

You studied my background, ain't no book that I wrote

Ain't no footnotes, ya style is one big joke
From DNA, to Arsonal, to KOTD

Now you wanna fuck wit me? You must be crazy

I'm a apex predator, you a battle rap degenerate

Tryna gain leverage from a high fructose beverage


[Round 1: Dizaster]

Yo, whatever ya'll expecting from me? Today think the reversal of that

Today every single verse that I rap is gonna have zero personal attacks
I'mma use the science and math and shit that you teachin, and I'mma murk you with that

No personals, no jokes, just lyricism cuz hiphop has always been like that

So anything he says to me itellectual, I'mma be able to flip right back
I can teach ya'll how to chemically break down an enzyme flat

Stabilize the temperature using incubators which condense molecules that turns into H2O you can get right back

Cuz when particles...wait a minute, ya'll thought I was gonna come out here and spit some stupid shit like that?!
Ayo, let me get this fuckin word off

Fuckin faggot brought all of his homies with him..he hasn't even got his verse off and this little fucking homo already got his shirt off

You wanna shit the (something), you get killed and (something else)

You fucking pussy, you probably paint your pinky nails and chill with him at Chippendale's

Welcome to hell Germaine, the wrath is coming

This is the part of the rap you get your ass confronted

Then I catch you in the back gettin' relaxed & blunted

& set the place on fire til it feels like you sittin inside of a dragon's stomach

You cats don't want it, you get castrated and hacked in nuggets

I make chicken strips outta ya loved ones, that's what I call a family bucket

I'm like KFC when I pull the axe out, you get slashed & gutted

So fast, even the King Of the Dot staff will need panaramic camera coverage

Just to capture the angles of blood back from the other side of the room when I drag you from it
Fuckin' yellin over my shit like they always do

That's some shit I already knew
But what's wrong with you Canibus? What is it you fucked it up doing some skateboarding stuff?

I'm trying to figure out how you ended up with your bones getting crunched

But now it makes sense, I get it, you punched yourself in the chest so hard you made your own shoulders touch!
You had a fall from grace, fell a long way from the praise that he's gotten

To being straight misplaced and forgotten
Nowadays from place to place he be hoppin

But he never feels safe, no matter where. from all the names he be droppin'

& he keeps droppin names even after all the pain that it cost him

He stays takin' losses, LL Cool J basically stomped him
The same happened to Slim Shady, even though you initiated the problem

So it's safe to say after today, this'll be the nail in his coffin
I got infinite skill...even if you took millions and millions of pills

Like the kid from the film Limitless you still couldn't think of shit that's this ill

I'm Ill, ridiculous, chill

You physically built like a little bitch ya sqwuad trippin? Then they all gettin' killed!
Ya dogs? I'm skinning them, knitting them into a sweater quicker than Cruela Deville

Looks at this fuckin' treatment I'm givin 'em

Look at the treatment I'm givin this old ass senior citizen
That wouldn't be seen within the reach of 300 ft of the streets of Michigan
From all the nightmares and dreams of Slim repeatedly ripping him
I ain't Peter Griffin, so why do I beef with this chicken?

Jabbin' and kickin repeatedly until he bleeds from his ribs and then falls asleep on the concrete in the same fetal position

He was left in ever since Eminem beat his career in submission & didn't let him spit again

Blackballed, and restricted him
Blocked him from his mission or any other business attempts, so techically Slim ended up stiffin' 'em

Harder than he did to Kim ever since the last time the bitch attempted taking half of his shit from him

You a pitiful guy, miserable type sucker. You lived in a time cluster

Where it was easy for getting by 'cuz most of the industry lines were missing those intricate rhyme structures

So your lyrics to them were like mind fuckers!
But as the internet winds, buffered, you realized it's harder to keep up with these little guys 'cuz it's like a million times tougher
I mean, looking at him I feel like the universe just wants to witness this guy suffer

Cuz he's going through hell, and LL's out in some ridiculous-priced suburb

He probably lives with a white butler who every night, is hired to fix him a nice supper

He literally drives, like 65 hummers, and every one of them is specifcally a different type of color
Yo, ya'll know what rhymes with Germaine Williams?

That's what it is! Never made millions!
That dude, I don't know who he is but he's straight brilliant!
So, what happend after your successive second round knock out?

Exactly! Nothing happened! There was no one left on Earth for Canibus to call out so he pretty much ran outta things to talk about
The industry blocked him out, and they fuckin' locked him out

And we didn't hear from him again 'till he popped up in a song calling out every single member of Slaughterhouse

You would've socked every one of them out?

Pfft, don't be mad at them because you took the hater/salty route

Mothafucka, everybody hates you guts, you called out every member of Slaugterhouse

Except Crooked I 'cuz Crooked I would've stomped you out

Bro, everybody fuckin' hates you, what the fuck are you talking 'bout?
We interviewed LL and even his own mama said to knock you out!

Look at the bright side, you're like a certified author now

You can write a novel on what being blackballed is all about

It's probably all them callouts and them blogs, and why he had a fallin out
It's like being inside of a poolhall, when watchin his ass fall cuz he got ate/eight, blackballed and then they chalked him out!

Fuck are you talking 'bout? He wants to rap with me

We all miss that Canibus that used to attack with the thirst, rage

Snap and burst like an animal that's trapped in a dirt cage

But nowadays you uninspired and I can see the cracks in your wordplay

You're saying "aww I kept it true to hiphop blahblahblahblah", that's what the herbs say

You took your ball home and went home 'cuz things in the industry weren't happening your way

You wanted to become famous too, You & LL were suppose to collab on the first tape

But he bodybagged you off the track in the worst way

Then you came back and said "it wasn't about the fame, it's about being heard and there's a purpose to every actual verse made"

But that's the impact the accurate words make
Cuz if it was truly about the art, and the lab was your workplace

Then you would've never wanted to be on a track like that in the first place!
I fuckin' hate it when people try to go mainstream, and then flip-flop

And then they try to disguise their failure as them being true to hiphop!
So I don't give a fuck what you got to talk about

Next time one of your homies pops out, that's how you do a fuckin first round knockout!



[Round 2: Canibus]

You fucking Iranian shoe-bombing, Islamic Math Hoffin'
Jewisih Bronze Solomon, in Jesus Christ name Amen!

..Separated shoulder, crawlin' outta border control

I ain't have enough quarters for the toll

$300 dollar bounty, it took 10 days before I got out the country

They was fightin all around me, this is how they found me
I came here to do you worse than DNA did

I wanted it to be no more wins for you in this battle rap biz

I wanted to eat ya fuckin heart, two chambers at a time

'Cuz maybe after that you'll understand the danger of the rhyme

Gravity is a repulsion, not an attraction

When it comes to lyrics, I used to be the living Bruce Lee in action

Counter-psychological measures reduce the pressure

Who's better? That mothafucka? Never!

It's gonna take more than him, to make Can-I-Bus a believer

Man, I thought you was gonna walk out with Justin Bieber

I never met a battler that act like Stan so much

He wanna be Marshall so bad, he put up bread to battle Can-I-Bus

Tell 'em! You hang out with Elton John, in Lebanon

When Eminem's gone, so both of ya'll can massage RuPaul's balls

Are you a faggot? Or a faggot magnet?
Why the fuck are you so obsessed with eatin' rappers' asses??

What are you Dizster? Are you an Iranian monkey trainer? A middle-eastern gospel country singer?

Or a hot urine-drinkin, camel-kissing sand nigga?

Is that a urostomy bag? C'mere, lemme talk to you man

Somebody strip search this terrorist fag!

That's right, I smell the fear, somewhere in here, and up there

I seen the piss running down the stairs

I bet you in ya whole life, you never even cleaned one weapon

You play Call of Duty and do Scarface impressions

Chill bedrin, real G's come out to see the legends

Nobody gives a shit about the honorable mentions

If I catch him levitatin', I'm devastatin'

I'll shave 'em & suffocate 'em, then bring 'em back to life to interrogate him!

You fuckin' Pagan! What I told you about meditatin'?
What the fuck is a Canadian Arabian?

I'm Rip the Jacker! The white chapel black battler

Say it faster, Dizaster is a punchline ameteur
You can't even ride a beat! Get yo bitchass off the street

Yo bitchass should be across the street

Talk is cheap, until a lyrical metal jacket lift you off ya feet

I been the goddamn acapella chief all week!

When I'm done wit you, you gon be rappin' in China

Somewhere wit no runnin water, battlin' minors

Wit Fresh Coast tonighters & a fresh slice of Fresh Coast hepatitis

You a pedophile that bites vaginas!

In a dark room eatin mosquitos, flies, and spiders

Bout to get waterboarded, hooked up to two wires

The crowd say "ooh", the crowd say "ahh"

Unlimited rounds, you must be in the mood to die!

Mema-se mama-sa mama-makusa

I put a tattoo of you, on Treach's arm right next to 2Pac


[Round 2: Dizaster]

Metal jackets, you pathetic faggot

I will stomp you to death

I'm a fuckin' hustler, so when I be callin people, you know, I call to collect

But when Canibus be calling people, you know he be callin' collect

See,you wanna talk the talk out here, just deposit the check

Cuz if not?? I'm gonna fuckin stomp you to death

See out in the east you can talk that talk, but if you talk that talk in the west?
You leave like Flava Flav, just another skinny little black faggot gettin clocked in his chest!

Then he said I'm like Slim Shady! I'm tryna be Slim Shady, just for saying that you're gonna end up demolishing yourself

Bro, that whole part you were talking bout? I didn't know if your were referring to me or talking about yourself
Cuz it ain't nothing worse in the world than that track that you did with Stan
What was it the Four Horsies? You guys got back together back in Scribble Jam?

Or was it at the Rap Olympics fam?

...Either way, nobody fucking gives a damn!

Aye listen bro, I pull it out and I snap it & click & BAM!

Kinda like my gat already had an app for Instagram!

This motherfucker wants to take my ass to Dizneyland

Sorry dad, I'mma scratch that becuz I have a different plan
How bout I take you to the ranch in Neverland

& put you in a casket quicker than a thousand miligrams of Michael Jackson's diprivan!

Fucker thought he was gonna come back & kill me, man this motherfucker Canibus sucks!
Besides, all it took back in the day was 2 l's and a cool J to roll Canibus up!
And since we in Cali, I'ma pour magazines in him; that's what I call a Canibus cup!

But I'm just clownin' wit you...

You obviously a mark, don't make this clown shit an issue

I'll rip ya body apart, I'll fire rounds from the pistol
My shells are like the red ones from Mario Kart cuz they follow you around til they hit you!
My guns gonna feel like a merry-go-round once they 'gainst you

Cuz they gonna lift you four horsies off the ground & then spin you!

That's some crazy shit whenever you reach the top

Let's say right now you can fuckin' take me on, yea..I've already got this region locked

Bro, I am the King of the Dot

You? Ooh...let me teach you something bruh, let me teach you how to keep the spot

You couldn't, cuz your value in it would decrease the stock
But this ain't 2000 BC, I guess he forgot

Mothafucka, you shouldn't even talk

His old ass is probably still sitting here waiting for the beat to drop!

You're not even sharp, atleast not enough for me, not enough for this league

I mean, what good is marching on soft sand when you don't have strong enough feet to walk on concrete

And your schemes are not built up to par with the top tiers we got

Man, you should take it a little easy pops, 'cuz you're gettin a lil old & out here people speed alot..

Proceed with caution, there ain't no beat in this arena to cover up your cheesy bars

I can visibly see your flaws, allowing me to use them as a weakness that I'm feeding off

But the leading cause of beef that's caused between us is a missing link of not being able to think or ever be evolved

See, it's easy to see why he dissolved

Because he's a subspecies, so even though everything we're taught to believe revolves

Around us being engineered human beings, we're clearly not because seeing people like him breathin' are the real reasons I don't believe in God!

And if there's like a 1 in a fucking 6 billion chance that my theory's wrong?

I put my cheese up on it that this idiot would completely defeat the odds

You ain't a thief that robs people 'cuz you evil dog

You a thief that robs people cuz you need a job!

You wanna eat? Then I beat you over the head with a piece of beefkabob

And let you bleed across the street from Ross, the same place you faggots buy your t-shirts off!

Homie, I will kill you as soon as the fucking needle drops

Run outside, and have my homies let the heater off & blood will be fillin up the street like it was Cedar block!
You're not strong enough to top your peak

Just face it, you've aged and you've gotten weak

You can no longer keep on pace with today's top elites

Not acapella, or on a beat

Stop stop blogging please if not at least while you still got a spot to keep

You used to be a role model to all these geeks

Even gangstas looked up to you like when a respected father speaks

See the problem is, to hiphop, you are unique

That's why it also bothers me

'Cuz I feel like I'm putting my own dog to sleep!
Watchin the karma seep..watchin him burn alive from the inside as the karma seeps

From your eyes onto your rotten cheeks
Cuz the Canibus we used to know, now is a shallow surface that's far from deep

& all that's left for you at the end is the nightmares that haunt ya sleep

Along with the psychological scars you keep as a product of the karma you've gotten from fucking over all ya peeps!
So I don't give a fuck! Homie I get my G on

I'm a real MC, mothafuckas I get my free on

So it makes sense that this mothafucka here has this stupid ass sling on

Cuz he's never been a good shoulder to lean on!



[Round 3: Canibus]

Yo, that's not what I would call Diz, See Diz is something different

A faggot nigga tryna make a living off of dissin'

He walk around spittin battle raps like he ill

But he can't avoid the fact, yea he do got skills

2012 I still spit that shit real niggas feel

Why does 99% of you resemble Madd Illz?

Too late, wipe that stupid look off ya face

(something), lookin like that indian from Office Space

Dizaster, just stop it! You tryna battle on some pop shit

You weak, and you sound like Andy Milanokis!

Ayo brotha, I'm just here to tell you that God loves all his creations except you

And after tonight, ya battle rap career will be through!

Then I'mma hop into the back seat of your cab & ride

The fuck you lookin at me for, Ali? Drive!

Ayo this ain't no regular battle

This about your intellectual power

A cold blooded disrespect for an hour

Genocide by drone strike, Dizaster's bones in a cave

He in the Strone Age, playing cee-lo with stone dice

God put me here to eat shit & die!

But when I made the infinite rhyme? He changed his mind

But you? You just a funny guy

...with peanut-butter brown honey eyes

When I look into the windows of ya soul? I don't see much inside

That's why right here right now, June 9th, 06/06

Canibus gonna prove that Dizaster ain't shit!

Ayo I stick dick to ya moms

Build a nuclear bomb & put it in her thong!

I rediscovered hiphop with my infinite rhyme

I'll even put the president back in office one more time

I charge Oprah's credit card, & tell Barack to go long for another 90 yards

Mothafucka I'm a hiphop god! 20 years and I still got job

I'm sayin if you want change? Go wash them shit stains out ya draws

You immature fecal spore

Got the nevre to say you a beast with the bars

Don't you still live with your moms?

That's right, dick in ya mouth!

Parents had to kick you out the house

After that? You moved in with your spouse

I can't tell if you a deadbeat dad, or a red meat fag

Or a greasy ass nasty piece of Lebanese trash


[Round 3: Dizaster]
Yo! Let me just end this fuckin battle! If anymore of this shit's gonna get postponed

This mothafucka's mad at me, cuz he's always gettin his ho boned!
He said I live at home with my parents! You're right, I'm 28 and I live in a crib that I don't own

But that makes me more qualified to smoke Canibus because I've always been home grown!
Don't be mad tho, you lost to the MVP! I will always still be the best emcee!

I'm just mad at you because I took all this time to prepare and you fuckin disrespected me!

You disrespected me, like you disrespected all

You disrespected Pharoahe Monch, you disrespected Wyclef, you hated on 'em all

Anybody doing more than you, you preyed, and you waited on their fall

That's why I ain't speakin' for me, I'mma say this for us all

That's why hiphop has forsaken you, and here you don't deserve a place at all

But in the restoom next to the toilet, hanging by the stall

But you don't even deserve to hang there either, cuz I can still find more appreciation on the piss stains that're on the wall
You had a legendary cypher with DMX, Big Pun, and Mos Def my dude

Yeah that shit is true, we seen it online, it got plenty of views

But the problem with that, is that you said you deserved to go last out of all of them what makes you think you credible or even legible to?

'Cuz 10 years have passed, and the evidence proved that them three did more for hiphop individually than you ever could do!

So I don't want you to get mad, let this just be a lesson to you

To act selfish in a cypher is something that's hella self-centered to do

But you're Canibus...it's ok, you get a pass 'cuz it's expected from you

You think you're bigger than Pun? Pun is a legend my dude

He's a worldwide icon that's sold more records and he's more respected than you
You? You're just a homeless man..on the corner holdin a can beggin for food

Just accept it! You're through!

Accept that you were never accepted, instead you just do some extra reckless shit & just prove

You' will always be a liability to anybody that's invested in you!

Just ask Wyclef! Ask Wyclef, he'll tell you like the rest of them dudes

Your album flopped when it dropped, so you stabbed him in the back because you couldn't get it to move

When you should've said thank you to him, 'Cuz he's the one that helped you improve!

Wassup M80? Where you at you pathetic Jew?

Together you are like fucking tumors in the business that needs to get removed!

Everyone that you ever did business with to help your music in the end is getting screwed

Yourself included!

What about all the efforts and attempts that you did..

To get us sued becuz some shit in the contract was left excluded?

Yea! Don't believe nothing he's sayin! If you do then your head's polluted

This is why he's a disrespectful piece of shit, & he's hettin executed!

I don't wanna hear about how ur presence helps the movement

It's more like an infection to it
You ain't here for us, you're here to fuckin sell some units!

How you gonna help us when you haven't even showed no sign of self-improvement?

Just the same old, pathetic, under-developed human

...Who never went through evolution!

I mean, this dude is stone age! Why try to relate with 'em?

I should go on Myspace to find him a 'primate' to go on a blind date with 'em

Cuz in his mindstate...that would be the 'prime mate' for him!

He's a chrome magnum man...a homosapien bipedal & shell, with the brain missin

The way that he reacts, he has strange thinkin, the way he displays rhythm

He's so ancient, I can't even communicate with 'em

It's like he has the most important strand of DNA missing

So it has nothing to do with racism

When I say Isee the ape in 'em!

I'll stab you in your fuckin eyes with a giant identical set of forks

-to Poseidon's, or the type of forks that Lucifer pitches inside of the fires in Hell that scorch

When I'm rhyming, I'm at the center core

Of a high-pressure reservoir of eternal fire that's strong enough to survive behind heaven's door

And if you stay alive, I'mma keep firin with the rifle like I'm tryna set the record storm

Your body will show up at a fuckin beach somewhere dead, you can finally rest a shore/assure!

This motherfucker, has spent his whole life on a message board

He's always on the net, this guy's like a tennis court

I mean, the crease above your eyes look like vinyl record warps

You look like some time of Kenyan dwarf, collided with a virally infected I Am Legend corpse

Spliced with the fuckin DNA of the alien from Splice or some other type of genetic source

That was developed directly inside of the Umbrella Corp

You killed the crowd, no one wants to even react no more!

What you actin' like a fuckin faggot for?

So I'mma end it with this last scheme-

Everything that he did was toally fucking wack and was overhyped

Your fucking deposit for this battle was totally overpriced

But it's worth it knowing that we can go home at night

Knowing some lunatic named Germaine Williams doens't own the rights!

Cuz if he did he would probably attach the footage to the back of a radioactive protocol device

Or something else that completely never existed, like his military soldier stripes!

Who gives a fuck if "so and so" sold their soul for ice?

You're becoming more of an attention whore with every metaphor you write
This motherfucker's terrified of anybody that's 5'9 cuz it reminds him of Royce's height!

When you get killed in a battle, you're supposed to fight

What're you, like 40 right?

All you did was burn bridges like Usher, you're the corny type

You blackballed yourself into the horizon with Benzino with you on the back of the motorbike!

Have you seen that tattoo on his arm? LL hates him, of course he's hype

This motherfucker couldn't beat him in a battle, so he turned around and literally stole his mic

So how the fuck are you gonna call J. Cole J. Clone, callin him a clone despite

Knowing that the only tat on your arm showing ain't even your own prototype!

Homie it's over! Go home, goodnight
You wanna threaten LL and show up to the video with Mike

But we're all thinkin, of course you roll with Mike

You and him are both alike 'cuz judgin by ythat tattoo, both you faggots were born to bite!

Yeah, so he's gonna talk about how I choked and didn't own the fucking moment right?

He'll probably mention some shit, he didn't, but I'mma still own him right?

Ayo this motherfucker shouldn't be mad at me, cuz I'm the one who helped him walk back toward the light

I'm the one that showed him what real hope is like!

Yea, I'm the one that gave him a chance, after the industry already disowned him twice

They fuckin' left him, they controlled his life

So I don't give a FUCK if I choked up in a battle or if I froze that night

Cuz Canibus over here fuckin choked in LIFE!

Nobody wants to hear anymore, so I'mma shoot to this fuckin faggot

I'll pull out a bazooka and shoot 'em while he's moving through traffic

I'mma Islamic suicidal, cuckoo fanatic
I'll put Canibus in a box, and LL Cool J's a FAGGOT!

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