Testo Air Strike - Canibus
Testo della canzone Air Strike (Canibus), tratta dall'album Melatonin Magik
Alright, we're about to blast the hell out of it
"Trail, what's your position?"
"Got two ships down, one just crashed"
"Air craft going south of the RV, south of the RV"
"Okay, here it comes"
"Holy!"
But uh, like honestly, I didn't let him have it yet, you know?
His little whatever, like, barely peaked my radar, you know?
So hopefully he'll do something better
To like get my attention or whatever
Warlab, call us haters all you want
Fuck it, call me a hater, full blown instigator
Leaving niggas on incubators breathing like Darth Vader
I hate people that pack guns but they don't bust 'em
Or bitches that come back to my room but they ain't fucking
Pistol clutching a dozen, you heard it, don't get it misconstrued
Whatever we do will hit the news once we get the tool
If you're an MC and you mention my name in the wrong
Way and you draw first blood, I'ma come after you
You pushed D12 to the side to sign Voltron 5
If Proof was alive, he'd be dying inside
You ain't no hip-hop messiah, you a bitch 'cause you dissed Mariah
Shit like that supposed to be private
I'ma fry you on behalf of Mariah and Michael
Put you back on them drugs, make you suicidal
You can't shut the record down, nigga, it's viral
When you use the word nigga, just remember your idols
I got a question, I'm white, can I join D12?
I'll sell you four million records then I'll tell you go to Hell
Leave Swifty in charge and remove all the stars
And make the group Wish Bizarre shot pool in a bar
And assault lawyers 'bout to be suing us all
I really do hope you know who get involved
'Cause I'm a fan and I'm itching for a Nick Cannon dissing
And you already know I fucking sip Canibus's
I hate a bitch-ass nigga just as much as I hate fags
I love going to war but I hate when they raise the flag
These niggas hating the streets, spitting venom on me
To start reneging the beef, I hate peace treaties
Forever your enemy, I increase beatings
Amityville's finest, I don't believe in stopping violence
I'm a tyrant that'll snatch my respect and scram
I use an Uzi 'cause I hate a TEC when it jams
I hate when crews treat this life like a movie
Using rapping as excuse to do shit
And they only move keys in the booth
I piss on niggas' kids, whoever's grown passes and tombstones
I hate a mask when I break into a home
I'm bare face, I clap the cat, gram jacket
That's what I wear in black and I hate going out the back
Don't call me a hater, walking detonator, I ain't afraid
Just stick this blade to your fade in front of spectators
If you're an MC, big, small, it doesn't matter
No matter how big I get, I just want people to know me
I hate you
You the devil in the red dress on MTV
You signed more black people than a basketball team
What you trying to say subconsciously?
You can't rock the beat like me
Consciously you know I rock you to sleep
Slim Shady, you a coward 'cause you scared to rap with me
The only black man you respect was 50
And the greatest rapper of all time was Dead Right
You dead wrong, you shouldn't even have been on that song
He fell off so hard, this faggot broke his accent
I'm flipping through the channels, seen Bruno get his ass sniffed
And I'm disgusted, man, what the fuck is wrong with you?
Why'd you date Mariah? Mariah's not a fucking dude
You never even saw her nude and you busted too
Must have been thinking about your stepdad touching you
But that ain't nothing new, I ask your ugly crew
They verified it, so bitch quit lying
I remember the first time we met, I ain't even like you
Walking around my video set like you was in high school
It must excite you seeing black people being tribal
That's why Dr. Dre signed you
I bet you right now you got B.I.G., Rock, and Rosenberg beside you
Trying to be just like your father inside you
You Stan Android fanboys need to kill that noise
I know what you thinking, kill that boy
We leaving Elvis funny money making pelvis shattered
Let's see you square dance now, let's see you hold your bladder
Let's see you fire back, Em, where's the fire at?
It's suicide hotline time, go dial that
Put on that 8 Mile hat and write a vile track
Get at some people that can actually diss you back
No more target practice on retarded actors and pop stars
Marshall, you're not hard
Whatever happens to me in this game
I've always got my ear to the street
Whatever happens to me in this game
I've always got my ear to the street
Whatever happens to me in this game
I've always got my ear to the street
Renegade, schrenegade, you pink like lemonade
I've been better than you before Genesis was made
You ain't better than Black Thought, you ain't better than Mos Def
You ain't better than Canibus, Professor Griff, Hotep
So renegade, schrenegade, you pink like lemonade
I penetrate through Halley's Comet with metal blades
Yeah, you and I both know why I'm saying this
I hope Whoo Kid get fired for playing this
Get off, Nikolai Volkoff, mazel tov
Ready to show off,.44 will blow your door off
Born off speed, born off the bean, that's the nine scene
Bitch, this ain't dream, bitch, I'm the king
Color me bad, skinny jeans, what happened to the sag?
You making me mad, y'all a bunch of JJ Fags
Now who the fuck is Badd? Motherfucker, I'm back
Call me a hater
You know, I'm kind of doing this deliberately
Because I want a reaction from him
What, you want us to get him on? Go at it with him
Well, it would take up the whole hour and we
Don't have a lot of time, so we can do that later
Big niggas and they gon' tattle
It's hits like when Em and Canibus had a battle
But you can't fade me, though
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Writer(s): Rufus Johnson, Ondre Moore, Germaine Williams, Unknown Writer, Von Carlisle
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