Текст (слова) песни: Canibus f Journalist - 2000 B.C.

[Canibus]
Yo (Die Slow)
Yea (Die Slow)
Ya niggas better..(Die Slow)
Uh (Die Slow)
All you can do is (Die Slow) nigga (Die Slow)
(Die Slow) 4x
All you can do is die (Slow)
Yea
(Die Slow) 2x
Fuck ya`ll
(Die Slow) 2x
Die Slow nigga
(Die Slow)

(Canibus)
Yo
You against me.. No contest
My tongue hydraulics
Strong enough to flip a 64 impala with 3 adult passengers
and a 4 hundred pound driver
And drown you in less than an ounce of your own saliva
Rubberface rappers get, stretched like elastic
Claymation characters wit verbal vernacular
Slappin` ya, like a white water rafter
Or a Olympic kayaker, paddlin` across the Niagara
My afterburners`ll be burnin` you after
Ya` body already been splashed with acid
And you turn to ashes
Assassins camouflauged in the grass blastin`
Leavin` blood all over ya` lady like Jackie O`Nassis
I`ll fly ya` body outta Dallas
Perform plastic surgery while we airborne and switch caskets
Then lie to the masses
I`ll tell`em that you got murdered over some East West beef, between rappers
Radio stations`ll express they sadness
Play classics back to back and pass out "Stop The Violence" pamphlets
Just imagine, every night ya` girls fuckin` ya` best friend
While you in hell throwin` tantrums
I`ll be lampin` in a mansion somewhere out in the Hamptons
Givin` some pretty ass bitch a spankin`
Nigga you can`t win
I`m laughin` cause you a has been
You`ll never get ya` groove back
So don`t even bother askin`, Angela Bassett
You`ll just get ya` ass kicked
Get ya` head chopped off and dropped in a basket
My left arms taken but my right ones free
That means I could diss another muthafuckin` emcee
Wit rhymes that appear clearer than liquid crystal
My lyrical is more visual than television screen pixels
I fire pistols, hit you wit` minature missles
Riddle ya` body wit` holes then watch the blood sprinkle
Ya probably had no idea what you was gettin` into
On the mic, Can-I-Bus is invincible
Fuck you

(CONVO 1)
("Die Slow" through out the convo)
Hey Yo that nigga got an attitude
Yeah he be actin rude
And he`s always trynna` battle you
That last album was terrible
When he`s on the radio he never got a clean mouth
Yeah everytime he freestyles, his words be gettin` bleeped out
You got the album?
Naw I heard it was weak
You got the album?
I said it was weak
But the shit don`t come out till next week
Hey Yo I like the nigga`s beats
Yo that shit be comin` bugged out
Hey Yo that nigga Bis dumbs out
He waited too long to come out............

(Journalist)
To you bitch niggas who talk alot
But walk the block, in halter tops
Left side of ya chest, mark the spot
That`s where a nigga put it, when i`m hooded
Then fill you up wit big bullets
Prepare you for some channel 6 footage
Know what is, Me and Bis, runnin` through ya courtyard
Creepin` wit a four-five and reachin for ya door knob
Throw a gun under ya chin, see how quick your whore rise
One shot could have a short slide, right out the North side
Your whole flow is porkrine
Spit the small oints
I`m nasty, but my small joints grip the bar point
Drop on top of the blue line..right beside the red one
Keep the flow fairsome, `till the day my career done
Bring it to ya ass if you the challengin type
Especially those, surroundin` the mic
Sound of the light
To the Journ, ya`ll ain`t no suitable spitters
True to you niggas

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Canibus f Journalist - 2000 B.C. [Canibus] Yo (Die Slow) Yea (Die Slow) Ya niggas better..(Die Slow) Uh (Die Slow) All you can do is (Die Slow) nigga (Die Slow) (Die Slow) 4x All you can do is die (Slow) Yea (Die Slow) 2x Fuck ya`ll (Die Slow) 2x Die Slow nigga (Die Slow) (Canibus) Yo You against me.. No contest My tongue hydraulics Strong enough to flip a 64 impala with 3 adult passengers and a 4 hundred pound driver And drown you in less than an ounce of your own saliva Rubberface rappers get, stretched like elastic Claymation characters wit verbal vernacular Slappin` ya, like a white water rafter Or a Olympic kayaker, paddlin` across the Niagara My afterburners`ll be burnin` you after Ya` body already been splashed with acid And you turn to ashes Assassins camouflauged in the grass blastin` Leavin` blood all over ya` lady like Jackie O`Nassis I`ll fly ya` body outta Dallas Perform plastic surgery while we airborne and switch caskets Then lie to the masses I`ll tell`em that you got murdered over some East West beef, between rappers Radio stations`ll express they sadness Play classics back to back and pass out "Stop The Violence" pamphlets Just imagine, every night ya` girls fuckin` ya` best friend While you in hell throwin` tantrums I`ll be lampin` in a mansion somewhere out in the Hamptons Givin` some pretty ass bitch a spankin` Nigga you can`t win I`m laughin` cause you a has been You`ll never get ya` groove back So don`t even bother askin`, Angela Bassett You`ll just get ya` ass kicked Get ya` head chopped off and dropped in a basket My left arms taken but my right ones free That means I could diss another muthafuckin` emcee Wit rhymes that appear clearer than liquid crystal My lyrical is more visual than television screen pixels I fire pistols, hit you wit` minature missles Riddle ya` body wit` holes then watch the blood sprinkle Ya probably had no idea what you was gettin` into On the mic, Can-I-Bus is invincible Fuck you (CONVO 1) ("Die Slow" through out the convo) Hey Yo that nigga got an attitude Yeah he be actin rude And he`s always trynna` battle you That last album was terrible When he`s on the radio he never got a clean mouth Yeah everytime he freestyles, his words be gettin` bleeped out You got the album? Naw I heard it was weak You got the album? I said it was weak But the shit don`t come out till next week Hey Yo I like the nigga`s beats Yo that shit be comin` bugged out Hey Yo that nigga Bis dumbs out He waited too long to come out............ (Journalist) To you bitch niggas who talk alot But walk the block, in halter tops Left side of ya chest, mark the spot That`s where a nigga put it, when i`m hooded Then fill you up wit big bullets Prepare you for some channel 6 footage Know what is, Me and Bis, runnin` through ya courtyard Creepin` wit a four-five and reachin for ya door knob Throw a gun under ya chin, see how quick your whore rise One shot could have a short slide, right out the North side Your whole flow is porkrine Spit the small oints I`m nasty, but my small joints grip the bar point Drop on top of the blue line..right beside the red one Keep the flow fairsome, `till the day my career done Bring it to ya ass if you the challengin type Especially those, surroundin` the mic Sound of the light To the Journ, ya`ll ain`t no suitable spitters True to you niggas Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни 2000 B.C.: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/102/1/17920.html Все тексты песен: Canibus f Journalist » Canibus f Journalist - Die Slow » Canibus f Journalist - Life Liquid » Canibus f Journalist - Die Slow » Canibus f Journalist - 2000 B.C. » Canibus f Journalist - 2000 B.C. » Canibus f Journalist - Life Liquid Рекомендуем скачать: » Эмир Шабашвили - Сверкает в ночи уголек светофора и скоро... » Элизиум - Острова » Эли Бар-Яалом - Там город dream (песня Надико) » Эли Бар-Яалом - Разговор с Пегги, если разобраться, о погоде » Эли Бар-Яалом - Шестой вокзал. (Четвертая песня стражи) » Эвелина Блёданс - Неон » Эмир Шабашвили - В Германию поеду » Эли Бар-Яалом - О кошке в окошке » Эльдус Сайфулин - О счастливой любви » Э.Пьеха - Наш сосед » Эвелина Блёданс - Неон » Эдуард Муллер - Сумасшедшие влюблённые » Эдуард Гончаров - Отполыхали маями сиреневые дни... » Эльмира Галеева - Неземные слова » Эммануил Снитковский - Где-то в Туле грустные трамваи... » Эмилия Розенштейн - Как сладко привыкать к наркотику любви... » Эдуард Гончаров - Надвигались тихо сумерки... » Эли Бар-Яалом - Предложение другу » Эдуард Гончаров - Убери в глазах печаль... » Эли Бар-Яалом - Запись в альбоме
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