Mikey Destruction, Devastating Tito & Dj Slice

Assassination attempts, the blood had a stench
Bloodhounds picked up the scent, I thought we was friends
Wearing a lab coat, looking through the microscope lens
Say never sniff coke again, fuck that give me the snow plow
Bust it all down, freestyle in a dollar van all the way uptown
The bait is always food, pussy and water
It smells so good, it's sleepwalking to your slaughter
Hip hop award, I oughta stand next to Rita Ora
Straight bars on the track, no chorus
The dollar general, street corner central
The reputable, sell a few sidewinders for revenue
What you saying? Tut took a nigga chain
Then put a Michael Jackson glove on, I can't explain
Spit live nigga shit, get the gist from AR to the K bar
Customized grip

Who want it? Come and get it, we can spit it if you with it
One lyric will leave a hole in the logo of your fitted
Bars like penitentiaries, mellow when mentally
Destroy the enemy, acapello and instrumentally
Canibus and destruction back to back
Causing spontaneous combustion on a track
Lyrics flame on anything we put our name on
That's why your ear's been burning since the song came on
Lames gone, game's on, this is no joke
The pros choke, that cynical shit will get your nose broke
Subliminal shit is a waste
I don't have to speak in riddles 'cause I say it to your face
And this is just a little taste
'Cause if I really start spitting, this shit'll catch a case
Check your history, y'all niggas can't get with me
I'm your favorite MC to the fifth degree

Yeah, the Chico Malo-Diallo hollows will mallow man
The stage ain't Apollo, them hollows will leave 'em hologram
The war season is war treason, the core reason
These cats speeding but me, I cruise like Norwegian
I'm articulate, bomb ticking, I'm armed lyrics
The mortician will lift your spirits from your form physics
It's egotistical, make 'em shake like I'm mystical
Keep a space in a pistol, be stationed to run municipals
It's our century, commentary is monetary
My monastery is armor heavy, I was born ready
So bring your generals and a minute of intervals
I'ma spit on your literature, defecate it and spit on you niggas
Just smoke the mirrors, we broke the spirits, the most is sickest
My flow floats 'cross these waters like it's open water
It's Canibus, the Mikey Tito, the rap divos
I break egos like I'm breaking records on track needles

Spice across the globe, Mikey D. tags in yo
Refresh reload in magazine mode
Transition pole position, the globe spinning
Chopsticks in a rice bowl with some gold in it
Bust him in the head with a brick, he hop away with no hip
He still love hip hop, no shit
Crucifix around your neck, take the cross off your back
In fact, we thank the Lord for rap
Mirror mirror on the wall, tell me what you saw
Melle Mel, Grandmaster Caz, yes yes y'all
Inside the Hall of Fame with graffiti on the walls
The engineer said, "Take it easy on the pause"
Attack dogs jump off to shred mic cords
Put 'em all in a cage and see what they fight for
One ghost, two ghosts, three ghosts, four
We rep hip hop from rooftop to the floor

Drop jewels with the best of 'em, I'm cool with the rest of 'em
Fools who keep questioning, school 'em and keep testing 'em
Manipulate the tracks while I'm spitting out the facts
Slack picking it up, you ain't getting none of that
Precise, I'm nice nigga, the flow is impeccable
Amazing what some sleep, a pen and pad and a check'll do
It started slow for me, now I'm a vet and a spectacle
They killed the rotary, so now I'm getting technical
Beast mode, the East Coast will never die
In jet mode to the West Coast, forever fly
Transporter, no Jansporter, no camcorder
Sip a quart of water while I'm kidnapping your man's daughter
Canibus said, "Ill", I went crazy with it
Other cats said, "Chill", fugazi with it
I got your back for life, bitch, you feel me?
That's what it is when you fucking with a real G