Death Do Us Part

(808 Pimp, Canoflauge, Quick Con)

 

<808 Pimp>
The verbal aftermath
See they probably have a warrant out for my arrest for dodgin the draft
Cause the wack artists hate my ass
They wanna see my lyrics smashed
Cuffed locked down in alkatraz
And have my vocal threats be a thing of the past
But my mouth is to fast for their funky ass
The biz is mines
They couldn't catch up if their name was Heinz
The use of these verbs like a crime
And to the imitators who wanna rhyme are quick to drop a dime
To authorities to catch me in the hold up
Hopin to get swole up
I'll have those pigs working instead of sittin their ass inside of dunkin donuts
Show nuff they think I bluff
When I puff the stuff and get ruff with the tuff that wanna see me snuff
I had enough of these rappers wit no meaning
The only thing i wish is to see them bleeding
They greedy
Needy
They want death not a peace treaty
Vety not veto
Livin currupt like Al Capone be fat like Dann De Vito
Kickin vocals like Keto
Makin works of art like Leo
Frame my steelo
Bid it off to the largest record co (mpany)
This be da funk like B.O. dirty sox
So throw doe in da P.O. Box
Make sure da locks is done up
So we can ride out from sundown to sun up
And avoid da run up
Keep da gun up
Watch out for da come up
<Canoflauge>
R is how I rate
My lyrics are phat like old school Ricki Lake
When my album comes out the whole world will celebrate
This one goes straight to the Jeaolous Jakes who love to playa hate
On Canoflauge and the Pimp number 808
Its been 2 years and I still ain't lost my touch
I still got the mike in the Earth's tightest clutch
Compare my life to brown grass
Fuck the roses
I split competition like moses split seas
Lyrics go wit the beats like carrots and peas
Dem Vogues and center gold D's or a brand new bens wit 20 inch rims
Rhyme span wide like Lil Kim's pussy
I'm a hip hop verteran and you just a rookie
No MC eva took me or eva shook me
Look me in the eye if you think I'm a lie
I'm the first muthaphukka to raise the roof
151 proof killa on da loose
Used to have the juice now I'm bout it
And you could tell by the lyrics I spit
Front on da click & you bound to get lit like a wick
Burnt like a cigarette
My rhymes make hoes move like I'm touchin they clits, suckin they tits
Category best M.C. on Jeopardy
Who is Cano the ghetto celebrity
Nuttin but suave like Rico
Number one rappin chico representin Puerto Rico
Crazy flows phat like Fat Joe and Big Pun
Your eyes got blinded when my grill shun
You done missed the elipse of a new born empire
No one eva stood on a higher pedistool
Rocked bigger jewels
The roughest dynamic duals
You fuckin fools
Niggaz don't dance
Last chance to represent
The intelligent
Styles is elegant
Your skills are still irrelevant
<Quick Con>
Since my last lyrical protocol
I've been tested
With adversaries hoping for my fall
However
My advantages are limited
Some swear they are clever
When in actuality their thoughts are primitive
My psyche just might be similar to E-Ruckus
Or lighting when it struck
I'm rap putian
Reincarnated as rap putian
To avenge my assination
Over ten decades ago
We can go toe to toe
Flow for Flow
Its best to be wise
So there will be no surprise
When you meet your destiny
So keep on testin me
What doesn't kill me will only make me a stronger man
Some can't stand the test of life
Its best to think twice before making any move
Just choose wisely
Don't despise me
Besides, my moods change with the tide
So don't play me close
See i'm not like most individuals
Not your tipical kid here
Keep your mind open
Watch out they always scopin
Even still my concentration is never broken
I stay devoted to what i do and what i believe
They swear to got it locked nigga
I got the keys
Neverthless peace be onto you
Son espionage, yo soy espiritual
Not to mention my lingual
From the mind to the pen
From the pen to the paper
Puttin my vocals on tape while the DJ keep on cuttin
But fake niggaz keep on frontin
Real niggaz know damn well what the deal is
Handlin biz
Settling priorities with authority
Obviously sorcery.