Lost @ "C"
Album: 2000 B.C.
Release Date: 7/18/00
Label: Universal Records
Explicit version of "Lost @ "C"" lyrics
Yo
Now when you see that big ass 'C'
And when you know I'm comin' through
I never said that battlin' me would be impossible
I just think it's highly motherfuckin' improbable
You talkin' to a nigga that can split molecules
Subatomic particles
Body-slam two oxes and drop a mule
Urinatin' rocket fuel
Rhymes by the thousands
I could kick a rhyme longer than your whole album
The kickboxer
I beat 'em till they holla
Beatin' niggaz till they have seizures
Like fax machines when they start receivin'
Beat 'em till my own hands start bleedin'
Beat 'em till they lungs stop breathin' and they heart stop beatin'
From 12 a.m. to 12 p.m. in the evenin'
With three 15 minute breaks in between 'em
Good Jesus
That's what you get for f*****' with this lyrical demon
My bloodstream's been contaminated for eons
I got cast out of heaven for treason
Got cast out of the Garden of Eden
For lettin' the reptilian beast in
Got locked up for a DUI and speedin'
A whole legion of half-decent emcees'll get released when
They spit a hundred bars for they freedom
See I'm much too nice to compete with
Too nice to flow over beats with
Off some diesel Hercules s***
And start to punch trees till they leafless
Inhale with two real deep breaths
Till the whole planet suffocates and then release it
(Release it)
Yo
When you get thrown to the wolves
'Cuz we rollin' rough when the soldiers rush
Either you roll with us or get blown to dust
Yo
When we in the war zone we got the chrome with us
'Cuz we rollin' rough when the soldiers rush
Either you roll with us or get blown to dust
(Ashes to ashes and dust to dust)
Yo
Now for the last couple of months things been real quiet
'Cuz I ain't heard s*** worth buyin'
I'm 'bout to show you niggaz how I'm driven
The drive comes from my lyrics
And my lyrics come from my inner spirit
Vibratin' and spinnin'
With nitrogen in 'em
Fast enough to give your brain an aneurysm
'Cuz you niggaz is slower than fat b****** metabolism
The way I rip apart the competition when I be spittin'
The name Canibus might as well be Cannibalism
Show me a man that can't feel him
I'll show you a man that'll grab him by the neck
And put his head to the fan on the ceilin'
Suffer real
Drop him off the roof of a buildin' and let the news film him
I hop in front of the cameras and tell 'em how I'm feelin'
I tell 'em how I feel that hip hop
Tell 'em how I'm tired of the state rappers in
Ninety percent of the s*** that rappers kick is subject matter-less
Not original
Shootin' the same videos
Usin' the same formulas to have a hit
Usin' the same actors and actresses
Face it
I make you run for your life
Then track you at night
Got a infrared lens to test your body's Fahrenheit
Wherever you go
I track you till you're seizure grows into a afro
Until you plant 'em into cornrows
Track you till your shoe soles develop holes
And you get corns on your toes
Till your teeth develop halitosis
But you been goin' so long without deodorant
You don't even notice
Yo
When you get thrown to the wolves
'Cuz we rollin' rough when the soldiers rush
Either you roll with us or get blown to dust
Yo
When we in the war-zone we got the chrome with us
'Cuz we rollin' rough when the soldiers rush
Either you roll with us or get blown to dust
(Ashes to ashes and dust to dust)
You ain't as cold as us or as bold as us
When you get thrown to the wolves
'Cuz we rollin' rough when the soldiers rush
Either you roll with us or get blown to dust
Yo
When we in the war-zone we got the chrome with us
'Cuz we rollin' rough when the soldiers rush
Either you roll with us or get blown to dust
(Ashes to ashes and dust to dust)
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