Uni-4-Orm lyrics

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[Verse 1: Canibus]
I pulverize MC's and blow up mics
From street-corners cyphers to international websites
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*cker, above average
With alien deoxyribonucleic acid
A blood spore, with metaphors of all sorts
So fly I need a passport just to walk

[Verse 2: Ruck (Ras kass)]
What the deal, baby?
I'll set it off while my people beat you upside the head
With lead from my desert eagle
f*ck 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 n*ggas 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*ckers that's kickin the illest sh*t

[Verse 3: Ras Kass]
I'll let the two-thirds of this n*gga that's water evaporate
Then I want Jesus Christ to evacuate
f*ck pullin' a n*gga's card
I want the deck and the dealer
Verbal monogamy sodomy is my commodity
I see one b*tch-ass n*gga
Then my head blow like the Oddities
You M.T.V., I empty MC (n*gga)
Record industry rule numbers one, two, and three
Jews run it, n*ggas run around in it, believe me
[Hook: (Rock) [Ras Kass] {Ruck​​}​ Everybody]
(Hip-hop belongs to us soldiers over here)
[Nah, hip-hop belongs to us n*ggas right here]
{​​Don't be a idiot, hip-hop's your heart over here}​​
So throw your motherf*ckin hands in the air

[Verse 4: Rock]
Ya'll must think I'm stupid
But I know my sh*t
Your style is small, that makes me wonder like that robot b*tch
Yo, watch this
Got this locked, try for the key
You get popped in the face like you're throwin fries up in hot grease
Rockness rips straight through toys
Got rappers jumpin through car windows 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

[Verse 5: 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 n*ggas is babblin'
My lyrics is travelin' like a javelin
To stab you in the abdomen
[Hook x2: (Rock) [Ras Kass] {Ruck​​}​ Everybody]
(Hip-hop belongs to us soldiers over here)
[Nah, hip-hop belongs to us n*ggas right here]
{​​Don't be a idiot, hip-hop's your heart over here}​​
So throw your motherf*ckin hands in the air

[Verse 6: Ruck (Rock)]
Who want beef? I'm 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 b*tch 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, n*gga, it don't concern you

[Verse 7: Ras Kass]
I got n*gga's heads dividin faster than nerds at a calculus convention
See I school n*ggas, then I after-school n*ggas like detention
It's a cinch to bag b*tches now
But I remember they was dissin when I was broke, I was good for nothing
Now I'm good for nuttin down them b*tche'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 n*gga spit like I was teething
f*ckin up more human beings than Europeans
[Verse 8: 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 ass 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 ass down, no doubt
Don't be hasty face me
Or you'll be jettin diesel
Bench-pressin daisys

[Hook: (Rock) [Ras Kass] {Ruck​​}​ Everybody]
(Hip-hop belongs to us soldiers over here)
[Nah, hip-hop belongs to us n*ggas right here]
{​​Don't be a idiot, hip-hop's your heart over here}​​
So throw your motherf*ckin hands in the air
(Hip-hop belongs to us soldiers over here)
[Nah, hip-hop belongs to us n*ggas right here]
{​​Don't be a idiot, hip-hop's your heart over here}​​
So throw your motherf*ckin hands in the air

[Outro: Rock]
Motherf*ckers
Word up to my peeps over here (and my peeps over there)
And my peeps over there (And my peeps over there)
And all my people puttin boots up in your derriere
Who care, we motherf*ckin care, boy
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