Yeah
itand's the paragraph ambassador
the wild style fashioner
itand's the god rakim, the master
feel this
(1st verse)
this is that lost ass track off-the-rack kind of a track
you forced to rap, remember that? itand's that
you know where iand'm at, there go the gat
pass me a bat, the kill-or-be-killed kind of attack
steaminand' ___, speedinand' navigatinand' the map
negotiating with a chick, she got her head on your lap, ya hand on your gat
premeditated plan of attack, with two of your most deadliest mens in the back
comb the block, stop in the zone thatand's hot
get out like you own the spot, home or not
itand's that no mood to play, move out the my way
yo, i been whistlinand' this tune from throughout the day
hey, yo, this is that oland' yand'all niggas donand't wanna battle
turn it up loud make the whole block rattle
boom boom- this one is gettinand' blazinand' hot
boom boom- make you bust another shot from the glock
(chorus)
from the streets below to everything above
to the heart that pumps ra-kim allahand's blood
i swear i kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plug
you emceeand's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues
from the streets beneath my feet to the sun
iand'm number one and competition is still none
and iand'm gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullinand' plugs
you emceeand's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues
(2nd verse)
here we come now
turntable spin like a merry-go-round
never slow down, depending on how good your stereo sounds
set it, up in the hood where we go surround
tearinand' through towns, turn and'em into burial grounds
this is the track that made theodore wanna scratch
the track that caused the first kid to spin on his back
and then we saw, kids spray-painting the wall
while some of yand'all was waitinand' for war breakinand' the law
itand's no antidote itand's what you canand't provoke
so just relax with your girls or your mans and smoke
and take a real hit, soon as it bang you feel quick
itand's real thick, this is that oland' real shit
this is the description of designs for you to listen to
reminiscinand' the times and nothinand' in particular
keep you goinand' just like a whole pot of coffee
have you and your shorty doinand' 80 in a 40
(chorus)
from the streets below to everything above
to the heart that pumps ra-kim allahand's blood
i swear i kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plug
you emceeand's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues
from the streets beneath my feet to the sun
iand'm number one and competition is still none
and iand'm gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullinand' plugs
(3rd verse)
you know what this is
yeah kid, give up your riches
vicious, visions is not for motion pictures
unstoppable, rollinand' witcha sickest clique of niggas
or witcha missus, gettin tropical kisses
makinand' faces, anticipatinand' places her tongue hits
suck her neck or just peck, better to funk it
the ep is in effect from dusk to sunset
she want a rim shot all over her drum set
jump the bed rubbinand' your head- itand's rough sex
50 ways to keep a love wet
down and up the steps with crazy positions left till she upset
andquot;damn, baby, you ainand't come yet?andquot;
hell, no- doomstick big as a elbow
gel soft, well blow, give him a minute, heand'll grow
and all you gotta do is play the track again
iand'm ready and revived, baby, back again
(chorus)
from the streets below to everything above
to the heart that pumps ra-kim allahand's blood
i swear i kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plug
you emceeand's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues
from the streets beneath my feet to the sun
iand'm number one and competition is still none
and iand'm gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullinand' plugs
you emceeand's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues
[canibus]
yo!
check it, yo!
iand'm faster than leopards running across the vast desert
in twenty-two yards per second to catch me to daily delicatessen
it takes me thirty minutes to eatand'em, forty minutes to digestand'em,
and fifty minutes for it to pass through my intestines
so ask yourself a question?(what question?)
can the canibus rhyme?
is a fuckin porcupine half swine?
no time to make up your mind, you wanna run or die?
clip you while youand're running by, trip you up from behind
my rhymes, confuse niggas
like somebody try to gang-bang
wearinand' a blue shirt and red pants, throwinand' up signs with there left hand
standinand' out on the corner of wetlands with a confederate flag for a headband
god dam eggplants, niggas gettingand' me vexed man
cause iand'm surrounded by garbage like fred sav
and i canand't seem to get away from it
i dreamed that i stabbed leviathan through the stomach, and ate from it
in my past life i slayed hundreds, and in the life before that
i played trumpets, to warn you that i was cominand'
thereand's one billion ways to die, and i already tried
nine-hundred million nine hundred and ninety nine
when i aim and fire my rhymes, like a hundred cannon balls flying
striking you one at a time, in a parallel line
while the art of emceeing is steady dieing
canibus and rakim allah is still in there prime!
(chorus)
from the streets below to everything above
to the heart that pumps ra-kim allahand's blood
i swear i kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plug
you emceeand's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues
from the streets beneath my feet to the sun
iand'm number one and competition is still none
and iand'm gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullinand' plugs
you emceeand's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues
