Friday, May 24, 2024

Track selection by: Phenomenal P
Desperados
The Firm (Nas, AZ, Foxy Brown and Nature) Ft. Canibus
Album: The Firm: The Album (1997)
Producer: Curt Gowdy & Trackmasters

Verse 1 (Canibus)

At a thousand-degrees Celsius, I make MC's melt
FUCK my record label, I appear courtesy of myself
Let me explain how I maintain thresholds to pain
I walk across the Sun barefoot, lookin' for shade
I rearrange your rib-cage like a 12-gauge at close range 
And change the position of your brain
My hard raps penetrate through your hardhats 
And all that, nigga! Get ya wig peeled back 
I scalp you like the Indians on horseback 
Running Bull will hit you harder than running back
Stunnin' man with brave and cunnin' raps 
Swiftly runnin' laps around 48 tracks 
Like uncut crack, you fiends keep comin' back 
Heads is flippin' like acrobats on gym mats 
From wax to analogue tapes to digital DATs, it's critical, black
The Canibus is ill like that! 
In fact, perhaps you should quit rap 
Instead of always tryna diss back 
If niggas keep tellin' you that your shit's wack 
I rip raps, hardcore raps wrestle you to the floor mat
Put you in the figure-four, break your thorax 
Jump off the top turnbuckle and land on your back 
'Til I hear it snap or crack, or the ref says, "Chill, black!" 
You get clapped bringin' the wrong raps to combat
Like bringin' a paint gun to a shootout with real gats
Y'all niggas is wack, rappin' over microphone feedback
My intelligence begins where yours peaks at 
From Fox Boogie in the see-through brassiere to Nasty Nasir 
My nigga Nature'll explain it further if it's not clear