Die Slow                
             
f/ Journalist 

[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 
Lay you out on MD's, recoupin' ya liver 
Shoutin' my name, 
Ya best to control the noise soldier boy 
Or homicide will be all over you poys with Polaroids 

(CONVO 2) 
('Die Slow' through out the convo) 
Yea, yo that nigga Journalist gets busy yo 
I heard he's from Philly yo 
I seen him in Bis video 
He's so skinny tho' 
Now he's rollin' wit Canibus? 
I don't even understand his shit 
That nigga sounds like an amaetur 
Yo i heard Jay manage him 
Yo he got some heavy gold shit 
Man, that's some old shit 
Yea yo the niggas that he roll wit' 
probably let 'em hold it 
He got alotta Benji's 
No he don't 
Everytime, when i see him in the back of The Source 
He looks [????] 
 


             
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