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canibus - wu-flix lyrics

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english, motherf-cker, do you speak it!?

[verse 1: gravity]
fat chinchilla jackets, m-ssive scrilla
ninja rap, guerrilla tactics, mad master k!ller
clan tracksmith, drunk monkey, the bad -ss (b-st-rd)
dispatching nasties on these wack, backpackin’ rappers
the samurai tuckin’ the blade
you’s gon’ get your b-tch back when i’m done f-ckin’ her face
and shoving a w-ng in her jaw, let it all (hang)
orangutan slang, strange renaissance, capdonna
page cage fighter, ghost k!llah, wu track force
visit the village of craft, this is the rap lord
bang on the repercussion drum, pump slum science
rum diet, ten rapplications, one client, i am (drunk)
slumped, i am, punch junk, rhyme flyin’ bolts
so flyaniacal, fire floats at vile vultures
no style, so idlewild, so profesh
don’t flex on the kid, don’t step, aight?

[sample]
how does one do that? hm?
how does one k!ll a man?
it’s one thing to dream about it
very different when you have to do it with your own hand

[verse 2: warbux]
this has probably been a long time comin’
any small-time thug’ll spent a long time runnin’ from this all-time great
only forty plus a hunnid, but you couldn’t hold my weight
so f-ck it, straight gunnin’ from the old line state
that is murdalyn, never heard of it? well, i preferred ya didn’t
but the burner’s sure to turn your shirt into a tourniquet
and you’ll be learnin’ quick
i’m earnin’ as earnest a livin’ as any surgeon is with every word i spit
and every bird i flip, i’m raising the stakes, yeah
literarilly, should be comparing me to shakespeare
a little heresy, but something i wanna make clear
i’m just a lost soul at the crossroads of the eighth sphere
“the devil’s gate’s near,” that’s what they all sayin’
and then they see my long grey beard and a 3 pr-nged blade
so on a off day, i might perform facial feng shui
till your nostrils are facing the wrong way

[verse 3: canibus]
this is wu-flix, knock your t–th out with a toothpick
i hear you spittin’ that bullsh-t
i chop your mama arm off with a katana and stick d-ck to ya father
you won’t ever be the same, gr-sshopper
“i’ll murder the motherf-cker,” yeah, i know you would
there are many things the rest of us would do if we could
i do whatever it takes to keep you alive
i go outside, knowing that i’m gonna die
standing in the corner, i got my sticky fingaz face on
count to four, bum rush the door
n-gga tried to rush me, i bust three
turn him to duck meat, the 187 was rusty
motherf-cker don’t touch me
walk around, everybody love me
benetton suits and gumbys
so if the boy wants to have s-x, then let him have s-x
when he turns eighteen, i’ll let him sleep with my ex, next

[verse 4: dzk]
my iron fortress is protected by the eye of horus
the vile sorcerer that rides atop of wild horses
settle scores of vendettas, left your shelter scorched
deltas force melt your paws with a welder’s torch
never knelt before god, never felt remorse
spinning propellers, left fellas short on my heliport
in the morgue cellar, fill a drawer with a headless corpse
my album’s f-cked up, that sh-t’ll never sell in stores (no)
my consumer base is viewed as a mutant race
humans that grew from the fumes of nuclear waste
if you get a taste of my music, you get erased
and interchange with an image of your livin’ wraith
drippin’ with acidic hate, pistol whippin’ little fake
children when i’m spittin’ written riddles in a fit of rage
i wanna murder motherf-ckers with my vocal sound
and choke ’em with the smoke that get ejected from my open mouth

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d-mn it, this guy sure moves fast
you’re a famous fighter, you shouldn’t say that
nara bakieru [?]
bakayarou! tetsuga! [?]
yoi, trap [?]

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