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Embed: You niggas better "Die slow"
All you could do is die slow nigga "Die slow"
All you could do is die "Die slow"
Fuck y'all "Die slow"
"Die slow" "Die slow" "Die slow"

(Canibus)
You against me? No contest, my tongue hydraulics
Strong enough to flip a sixty-four Impala with three adult passengers
And a four-hundred pound driver
And drown you in less than an ounce of your own saliva
Rubber-faced rappers get
Stretched like elastic Claymation characters with verbal vernacular
Slapping you like a white-water rafter or an Olympic kayaker
Paddling across the Niagara
My afterburners should be burning you after your body's already been splashed with acid
And you turn into ashes
Assassins camouflaged in the grass blasting
Leaving blood all over your lady like Jackie Onassis
I fly your body out of Dallas
Perform plastic surgery while we're airborne and switch caskets
Then lie to the masses
I tell them 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 your girl's fucking your best-friend
While you're in Hell, throwing tantrums
I be lamping in a mansion, somewhere out in the Hamptons
Giving some pretty-ass bitch a spanking
Nigga you can't win, I'm laughing 'cause you a has-been
You can't get your groove back, so don't even bother asking Angela Bassett
You'll just get your ass kicked, get your head chopped off, and dropped in a basket
My left arm's taken but my right one's free
That means I can diss another motherfucking emcee
With rhymes that appear clearer than liquid crystal
My lyrical is more visual than television screen pixels
I fire pistols, hit you with miniature missiles
Riddle your body with holes, then watch the blood trickle
You probably had no idea what you was getting into
'Cause on the mic, Can-I-Bus is invincible
Fuck you

(Break)
"Die Slow" through out the convo)
Hey Yo that nigga got an attitude
Yeah he be acting rude
And he's always tryna 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 coming bugged out
Hey Yo that nigga Bis dumbs out
He waited too long to come out...

(Journalist)
To you bitch niggas who talk a lot, 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 running through your courtyard
Creeping wit a four-five and reaching for your 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, 'til the day my career done
Bring it to your ass if you the challenging type
Especially those surrounding the mic, sounding alike
To the Journ, y'all ain't no suitable spitters, true to you niggas
Lay you out on MD's, recouping ya liver
Shouting 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 though
Now he's rolling with 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 with
probably let them hold it
He got alotta Benji's
No he don't
Everytime, when i see him in the back of The Source
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Die Slow Lyrics

(Canibus)
Yo, yeah "Die slow"
You niggas better "Die slow"
All you could do is die slow nigga "Die slow"
All you could do is die "Die slow"
Fuck y'all "Die slow"
"Die slow" "Die slow" "Die slow"

(Canibus)
You against me? No contest, my tongue hydraulics
Strong enough to flip a sixty-four Impala with three adult passengers
And a four-hundred pound driver
And drown you in less than an ounce of your own saliva
Rubber-faced rappers get
Stretched like elastic Claymation characters with verbal vernacular
Slapping you like a white-water rafter or an Olympic kayaker
Paddling across the Niagara
My afterburners should be burning you after your body's already been splashed with acid
And you turn into ashes
Assassins camouflaged in the grass blasting
Leaving blood all over your lady like Jackie Onassis
I fly your body out of Dallas
Perform plastic surgery while we're airborne and switch caskets
Then lie to the masses
I tell them 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 your girl's fucking your best-friend
While you're in Hell, throwing tantrums
I be lamping in a mansion, somewhere out in the Hamptons
Giving some pretty-ass bitch a spanking
Nigga you can't win, I'm laughing 'cause you a has-been
You can't get your groove back, so don't even bother asking Angela Bassett
You'll just get your ass kicked, get your head chopped off, and dropped in a basket
My left arm's taken but my right one's free
That means I can diss another motherfucking emcee
With rhymes that appear clearer than liquid crystal
My lyrical is more visual than television screen pixels
I fire pistols, hit you with miniature missiles
Riddle your body with holes, then watch the blood trickle
You probably had no idea what you was getting into
'Cause on the mic, Can-I-Bus is invincible
Fuck you

(Break)
"Die Slow" through out the convo)
Hey Yo that nigga got an attitude
Yeah he be acting rude
And he's always tryna 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 coming bugged out
Hey Yo that nigga Bis dumbs out
He waited too long to come out...

(Journalist)
To you bitch niggas who talk a lot, 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 running through your courtyard
Creeping wit a four-five and reaching for your 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, 'til the day my career done
Bring it to your ass if you the challenging type
Especially those surrounding the mic, sounding alike
To the Journ, y'all ain't no suitable spitters, true to you niggas
Lay you out on MD's, recouping ya liver
Shouting 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 though
Now he's rolling with 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 with
probably let them 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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Born Germaine Williams in 1974 in Jamaica, Canibus moved to the United States with his mother at a young age. Because his mother's career required constant relocation, the family moved frequently and the soon-to-be rapper found solace within himself. His rhetorical abilities blossomed later, once hip-hop became the guiding force in his life. He began rhyming and in the mid-'90s joined a group called T.H.E.M. (The Heralds of Extreme Metaphors.)

This group consisted also of his partner Webb. Following a fallout with his partner, Canibus pursued a solo career and began infiltrating the mix-tape circuit. By 1997, he had approached the brink of the major-label rap game, guesting regularly on high-profile releases: He contributed to "Uni-4-orm," an inclusion on the Rhyme & Reason soundtrack also featuring Heltah Skeltah and Rass Kass; "Love, Peace & Nappiness," an inclusion on the Lost Boyz's Love, Peace & Nappiness also featuring Redman and A+; "Making a Name for Ourselves," an inclusion on Common's One Day It'll All Make Sense; the non-album remix of Wyclef Jean's "Gone Till November."

And most famously, "4, 3, 2, 1," an inclusion on LL Cool J's Phenomenon also featuring Redman, DMX, and Method Man.

Of the several guest appearances, "4, 3, 2, 1" certainly meant the most, as it brought together many of New York's preeminent hardcore rappers and thus ushered Canibus into that same elite class. At the same time, however, Canibus lashed out shortly afterward with the Mike Tyson-featuring "Second Round K.O.," where he rhymed, "So I'ma let the world know the truth, you don't want me to shine/You studied my rhyme, then you laid your vocals after mine."

In fact, the entirety of the song directed barbed rhymes at LL: "You walk around showin' off your body cause it sells/Plus to avoid the fact that you ain't got skills/Mad at me 'cause I kick that sh*t real niggaz feel/While 99 percent of your fans wear high heels," and so on. Shortly thereafter, LL sought his revenge, releasing "The Ripper Strikes Back" on the Survival of the Illest soundtrack (1998) and thus channeling even more attention toward Canibus.

From the track's chorus ("Can-I-bus? Yes you can!") to practically every line of the verses ("You soft as a newborn baby takin' a nap/Make my dick hard with that bitch-ass track/Where you at? smokin' in some one-room flat/Suckin' on Clef's dick hopin' to come back"), LL unleashed a fury of insults and threats. The media, of course, elevated the battle to grand heights, as even MTV gave the story headlines. In the aftermath of 2Pac's and Biggie's deaths, such confrontations fascinated the rap community, and Canibus certainly capitalized on his newfound publicity.

As for his debut full-length, Can-i-bus (1998), though, the response was sobering. Critics expressed little support, and sales quickly dropped as listeners also felt genuinely disappointed. Executive produced by Wyclef, the album suffered on many levels, both production-wise and rhetorically as well (critics targeting Canibus' delivery more than his lyrics or themes). The momentum that "Second Round K.O." had generated simmered almost immediately, and it didn't help that LL's "Ripper Strikes Back" found substantial acceptance at the time as well.

In the two years following the release of Can-i-bus, the rapper maintained an extremely low profile, much in contrast to the regular guest appearances he had made leading up to his debut. As a result, when he finally did return with his follow-up album, 2000 B.C. (2000), few noticed, it came and went generally unheard, and Canibus returned to the underground after parting ways with Universal. He continued to record albums and release them on the independent circuit (including 2002's Mic Club, 2003's Rip the Jacker, and 2005's Mind Control); furthermore, he retained a small base of fans as well, yet his days as the next-big-thing had clearly come and gone, as they similarly had for so many other talented rappers. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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