Allied Meta-Forces - Kool G Rap, Canibus

Yo, the shottie rip, perforate the skin on top of your ribs

Red stuff come out his ribs like a Hollywood script

Bitch-niggas on the floor screaming for mommy and shit

Cardiologists hook up the heart monitors quick

Thermometer temperature dips below 76

That’s what you get for telling niggas that you better than Bis

Not possible, if I can’t pronounce it, it ain’t rhymable

The audible probability probably ain’t probable

Supreme rap, G Rap, underground without a rule

Shopper proof, holding hip-hop for hostage, 'bout to shoot

Helicopters stabilized at low altitudes

Talking to the negotiator, laying out the rules

In a tight compromise salute, road-block with troops

Under orders not to shoot, but they break ya vertebrae with boots

Ten o’clock news flash, Bis and G Rap

All punch bullets are lookin for them niggas in black

Lean back in the avocado El Dorado, passing the bottle

Speakin Japanese like Nomi Masho

She got a banging body, cold sushi with warm saki

If I’m rappin sloppy, she got me

Welcome to my world, danger and hazards

Gang of bastards, banging they ratchets

King and the Jacker, slanging in traffic

Claimin they cabbage, obtain half, they aiming for stackage

Get brains from the addict, keep blinging with karats

Cops aiming the 'matics, then let ya dame have it, flames to the attic

The stains on ya fabric, the paint in the graphic

Canibus and G Rap banging a classic

And if that beef on the street hate you enough, blow out ya brain in ya casket

Don’t you love this drug element?

Where slugs crush ya melon and dome, chrome that’s known to break bones in an

elephant

Shotgun pellets and, gunsmoke, smell the scent

Big bullets, wiggle ya guts like gelatin

Cut through ya skeleton, knock out ya intelligence

Ride, stand and bite the dust

Jake wanna be like a Russian cuffed on that Riker bus

We raised in the slums with haze in our lungs

Raisin the guns, knowin;

My day’ll come, razors under the tongue

Clips in the steel, bricks in the wheels

Chips in the field of fortune

Dead men walking with hits on the grills

Late night at the spot, posted with goons, dope and balloons

Coke and the doom, scheme I’ll leave you open with wounds nigga

Witness G Rap put it back in perspective

Beat up shit with a dash of the peppers

Get blast for ya necklace, leave ya brains on the dash in ya Lexus

We up in the club, dash for the exit

Make ya spread 'em out, show you what this lead about

Take it from an old thug, whoever clean cold blood, believe they bled it out

Crave for the war, pop out rages with fours

Hit the jackpot, blazin the raw, gettin bands in the pores

Bitches and whores with dick in their jaws

The frame drank sick of Valor, straight bandit spot

Open up shop, turn the block to Planet Rock

Shit with no chop, slept with the Glock with the hammer cocked

Servin the fiends, hop in the Suburban and lean

Look at that don nigga swervin in Queens, player

Ballin a lot, brawling for props, calling the shots

Hit the curb, birds all on the flock

Jockin, like «who that there covered in all of them rocks»

It’s royalty bitch, fall on the cock, recognize one

Giacanna G Rap, that live one, pay homage

Get it fucked up, I spray comments, nigga what?!

(Nigga what, it’s the Curriculum!)

Yo, e’rything is e’rything my nigga

I ain’t bitter, but if I gave you the finger it’d be behind the trigger

Faggot-ass nigga living in a gated community

Up in radio, telling them what you gon' do to me

I live in the 'burbs

Clean my Winchester every other weekend with the same dirty Hanes shirt

It takes two to tango, three to jump rope

Four to bury the body, plus look out for po'

Yo I guard everything within the limits of my post

My orders is to smoke you if you get too close

The whole globe scared of my flow, spirit world scared of my soul

Nowadays it’s like I’m scared to be known

The methods of my motivation is completely subjective

My perception is completely parallel to perspective

Rhyming is the reason I spit in faces

Habituation of my flamboyance without rational reservation

Whiskey, X-Ray, yankee, Zulu, unusual

Word-ologically my syllable position is beautiful

Only respect niggas if the feeling is mutual

G Rap snatch the jewels from you, I’ll throw 'em in the crucible

Prolly throw you in there too, mix it up and make nigga-stew

If you can’t admit I’m iller than you

Baby you sparred with the shadows, Canibus and G Rap bro

Motherfucker professionallin with the pro’s

Know it’s, dough over hoes, bankrolls, Rovers and clothes

And shots blow all them cowards and foes

Giacanna proud with the pros, foul mode

We quick reachers, spear with the fearless til you drip liters

Flip divas, the big secret, strip to they tits and beaver

Sip Cris' and sniff coke of the peeter

Yeah we ball big baby, look off the meter

You should see us, it’s movie star status

Scar lackers lost cabbage, rip the Pablo Escobar fabrics

Froze the road we chose, not a pretty route, Diddied out

Grimey and grittied out, stack dough, jiggy out

Dime bitches behavin like ya sex slave skizzied out

Some nigga dizzy south, til he’s out, busy mouth

Swerve to the curb, hit the bird split the kitties out

We kidnap for trap — blackmail for a gang a mill

Spot banger himself, fishscale rocks under the fingernails

The blood trail lead to a corpse

Treat my appetite for greed with a torch

For keys to a Porsche, to breeze in the loft

Roll up my hand sheets with the force

We squeeze off, no need for remorse, playa

Forty wild goons, with forty Calhouns

You die forty foul dooms for forty coward moves

Bless sparkle, and spark until my shorty style rules

Giancanna dead?

Widespread, I’ll be a 40 mile tune nigga

What, what nigga?

The noble laureate

Coming at y’all niggas.

Uh.

40-pound style nigga…