There Has He Been lyrics

[Intro]
Yea, Mic Club and Waste Management
Javelin Fangz
WolfGang, sharp fangz
Yea

[Verse 1: Canibus]
The vocalist with osmosis spit
Canibus on some robust robot sh*t
You're not fit, drop, give me fifty bars of spit
950 more bars just to talk to the kid
They just rappers I'm a cloud of galactic matter comin' at ya
Like radar or race car spelt backwards
The mirror image of the emperor's lyrics
Concubines are forbidden to compare it until I finish
The magnetic patient will record the same thing
While erasin' the lost dynasty of Beijing
Spittin' rhymes cause significant mission lapse time
You'll be fine, don't rewind; move onto the next line
Three bogies 10 o'clock high, I die if I do not try
Ostriches are not supposed to fly
Fighter pilots with no eyelids
Did you see what I just did?
Hydraulic pressure gettin' as high as a b*tch
Textbook vertical spin, landed on the wing, I'm in
The evil bald Eagle strike you again
Yuri Gagarin, I met him when we he came to Heaven
My first guest from terra firma Passage Magellan
I didn't hesitate to tell him, 2012 you police yourselves
As Earth travels through the gravity belt
And I can offer you no help
The Period of Purification can be described as somethin' you call Hell
Yeah, S-P-E-L-L, R-A-P-E-L down to W-E-L-L
Wolfgang countdown!
[Verse 2: K-Solo]
Start at your head, I end it quick and end your ass
Send your career on a collision course; then you'll crash
I'mma laugh mothaf*cker, its gon' only get worse
You'll hit a tree and you go flyin' through your window headfirst
Foes come in the white mink, leave in the red fur
Get your f*ckin' ass kicked, leave with your head hurt
Beef with me equals dead thugs
Even when I'm f*ckin' sleep, stomp out you bedbugs
The Hitman buck quick
One thing I can't stand in this rap game is a b*tch ass who suck di*k
Rap too good for the hood, who's the don?
And they said I'd never make it without help from you know who but I proved them wrong
Even without money in my pocket I still move along
And I'm happy Canibus got me to do this song
I was never assed out; my label's the only label
And the mothaf*ckin' world is able to take the trash out
Call me sweet, Big Kevin I f*ck a b*tch 'til she pass out
I got hands too when I c*m, a lot of n*ggas don't wanna back out
Dirty n*ggas, they gon' pull a mac out
Cause I rap grapple and box, make competition tap out
I put it down; I cut them down (cut them down)
You know I'm known to shut them down
Dudes is jokin', I laugh, take cash cause they clowns
If they got beef with that I get Canibus to spray the rounds
Take them down; I'm the Godfather, Long Island music here to take the crown
Breeze through, enemies quiet, they don't make a sound
Get a bucket of red blood, paint the town
I'm a beast, when I walk I shake the ground
Who hatin' now? Who hatin' now? Who hatin' now?