Do It Live

"I can't do it... we'll do it live"

"WE'LL DO IT LIVE, FUCK IT!" "Do it live!"

"Look, I'll write it and we'll do it live!"

"Fucking thing SUCKS!"

It's a slaughter nigga, Mickey & Mallory style

Y'all niggaz is dead, and people callin me foul

Cross you off the list, and chuck you over in a pile

Let's get this shit settled, right here and right now

I got this hard shit, in a smash

I'm about the cash; stop lookin nigga, I'm the last

motherfucker you gon' meet like this

Turn your day pitch black, like I clicked the light switch

The beat is nickle plated, one up in the chamber

In the clip the remainder, blastin off in anger

The Blaq Monsta, strike like the black mamba

Have y'all motherfuckers runnin home to your momma

Stay in yo' fuckin place, you know that I'm the ace

If not, get the taste smacked out your fuckin face

Everything I say, I mean it

I'm the black motherfucker, straight outta Queensbridge

"We'll do it live"

Streets is gritty, drama in the city

We askin God for mercy but he showin you no pity

You're hopin for a miracle, when your faith is cynical

The only thing that matter to you is if you had your pistol full

Sit back, uncontrolled rages

Over y'all taxes, playin on different stages

Rotten lives, speeches be contagious, who we are

Cats who die, they don't make it too far

We're quick to talk about things we shoulda done and never did it

Things we started, and never finished

We watch our children look at us with empty wishes

They growin up with no restrictions, I wonder why

Miscommunications, across the great states

Blood flows down heaven's gates as we await our torturous fates

Crimson, for all to see

But only those with knowledge seem to see it biblically

It's a harsh reality, placed in wise mentality

Unholy matrimonies, your true voice is true phonies

Shadows creepin while you're sleepin

Young widows weepin, trustin these cats when you meet them

This teach men before they descend

Enter Nostradamus philosophy well fuck that, listen to my prophecy

Well your blood run, now you're enemies

You choose your path, now face your penalties

No more gettin high, and drinkin Hennessy

It's a new world ordered, not meant for humanity

I got that hazardous flow kids sniff with various cokeheads

Y'all cats are halfway out the closet like Mario Lopez

My infallible flow is sicker than subliminal phallic symbols

of Walt Disney motion picture posters

Sac section rises, sick as Opus, fixin the focus

The scope of the magnum at whichever nigga's standin the closest

Your amateur flow is not compatible to my notes its

like Kanye I snatch your mic for thinkin that you so swift

The magical melatonin omen roamin in the wide open

Breast strokin in the fiery ocean, tokin on cyanide

When I was smokin, I saw both of my eyes explodin

Mind frozen with bad breath from goin into ketosis

Nebaru geneticists, medieval torture methods

Military weapons, botchilist, decoding Hebraic messages

Nuyorican native, reincarnated, in the form of Satan

The ladies, in a meditative state, sedated

Inundated with the latest, my speech is upgraded

Y'all niggaz ain't seein me, like the thong on Aretha Franklin

Why am I so lyrical? Cause your rhymes are limited

like a cockeyed cyclops who loses periphreal

Attack mics, split backs like the passion of Christ

My passion for what I write is like a massive appetite

The appetite of Megaladon, pumping steroids in his arm

His upper torso is bigger than yours

Brave men will die, women will cry over the genocide

But don't cry, dry.. your eye

My left brain twenty percent, my right brain is more than that

My pituitary gland is on crack

That's why they barely understand where I'm at

And while I rap, they say it's whack

It's not wise to react, why is that?

Cause consciously I'm black, subconsciously I'm darker than that

The most controversial artist in rap

When I step with my lyrics, I force them to fall back

I was wounded in combat, and still crawled back ("Do it live!")

Do it right the first time, I don't ever have to do it again

Unless I rehearse it again and again

Rotating floating spheres like clockwork rotating gears

Counter-clockwise collating what you hear

Over here, don't repeat what you heard, just remember what you learned

Remember the last time you got burned

Qualitative analysis is not enough to quantify Canibus

But do it live if you think you can handle this

[gunshot fires]