Uni-4-orm lyrics

Artist  : Canibus 
Song : Uni-4-orm



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 [Canibus] 
 
I pulverize MC's and blow up mics 
From street corner cyphers to international web
sites 
I'll run up on you and set it for no reason 
My flows are like body-blows that cause internal
bleeding 
Cause I'm the baddest motherf**ker, above average

With alien deoxyribonucleic acid 
A blood spore, with meatphors of all sorts 
So fly I need a pass port just to walk 
 
[Ruck] 
 
What the deal, baby? 
I'll set it off while my people beat you upside
the head 
With lead from my desert eagle 
f**k how people treat you, 
Ain't got no time for your feelings 
On tracks I'm revealin the facts that be
concealed in 
A book, cause most black niggas don't read 
Got me thinking bout my sister and my new-born
seed 
See this world is filled with idiots (What are
you, and idiot?) 
Illiterate, inconsiderate, motherf**kers that's
kickin the illest sh*t 
 
[Ras Kass] 
 
I'll let two-thirds of this nigga that's water
evaporate 
Then I want Jesus Christ to evacuate 
f**k pullin a nigga's card 
I want the deck and the dealer 
Global monotomy, sodomoy is my commodity 
I see one bit*h-ass nigga 
Then my head blow like the Oddities 
You emtpy T.V., I empty MC (Nigga) 
Record industry rule numers one, two, and three 
Jews run it, 
Niggas run around in it, 
Believe me 
 
Break: Rock (), Ras Kass [], Ruck {}, all 
 
(Hip-hop belongs to us soldiers over here) 
[Nah, hip-hop belongs to us niggas right here] 
{You a idiot, hip-hop's your heart over here} 
So throw your motherf**kin hands in the air 
 
[Rock] 
 
Ya'll must think I'm stupid, 
But I know my sh*t 
Just dollar smoke that makes me wonder like that
robot bit*h 
Yo, watch this 
Got this locked, try for the key, 
You get popped in the face like you're throwin
fries up in hot greese 
Rockness rips straight through toys 
Got rappers jumpin through windshields like they
Duke Boys 
I told ya, this east-west is bullfit like a
Pablo's 
Philly's wherever I go until I blow trial, yo 
 
[Canibus] 
 
Canibus remains undisputed, but never rooted 
I'm strong enough to throw a bullet faster than a
gun can shoot it 
So if you try to battle me face-to-face, 
I'll bring your career to a stop quicker than
anti-lock brakes 
Look (look) inside the mind of a animal 
That'll beat you to death with a bar of soap
wrapped in a towel 
And while you niggas is babblin, 
My lyrics is travelin 
Like a javelin 
To stab you in the abdomen 
 
Chorus: Rock (), Ras Kass [], Ruck {}, all 
 
(Hip-hop belongs to us soldiers over here) 
[Nah, hip-hop belongs to us niggas right here] 
{You a idiot, hip-hop's your heart over here} 
So throw your motherf**kin hands in the air 
 
(Hip-hop belongs to us soldiers over here) 
[You see, hip-hop belongs to us niggas right
here] 
{You stupid, hip-hop's your heart over here} 
So throw your motherf**kin hands in the air 
 
[Ruck] 
 
Who want beef from vegetarian? 
When we thump, your knees bump like a Kerrigan 
The veteran, better than sick crews 
Take your medicine, I can vic you 
From the crib'll let him in 
Keep your locks on 
Son, I think the plot's on (With who?) 
With the baby girl, yo, the bit*h said her pop's
gone (For real?) 
Proceed to creep, du 
There's no need to sleep, du, I'm nocturnal 
Don't care about my where abouts, nigga, it don't
concern you 
 
[Ras Kass] 
 
I got nigga's heads dividin faster than nerds at
a calculus convention 
See I school niggas, then I after-school niggas
like detention 
It's a chinch to bag bit*hes now 
But I remember they was dissin when I was broke,
I was good for nothing 
But now I'm good for nuttin down them bit*he's
throats (Uh-huh) 
Like Rock say (You'll get the bobway...) 
So just say when 
You got anything to get off your chest besides yo
chin 
This nigga spit like I was teething 
f**kin up more human beings than Europeans 
 
[Rock] 
 
Dutch boy, guard yo leg like I'm Barkley 
Don't start me, 
I'll pull Sparsky, 
He'll rip apart three of you in a heart beat 
In the dark we see like owls, bats, vampires 
In a large tree 
Ready to snipe that as* at warp speed 
Launch torpedos 
MC's know what they weak flows 
We float and bounce on tracks like a goddamn
speed boat 
So slow yo as* down, no doubt 
Don't be hasty, face me 
Or you'll be jettin diesel, 
Bench-pressin daisys 
 
Chorus (X2)