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CANIBUS : Mic-Nificent lyrics

Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language: No time to make up your mind, you want to run or die?

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Please click here if you are not redirected within a few seconds. Canibus Club Dodge; I wrecked that, Limelight; searched that Envy; I murdered that, Club Soho; Never heard of that Wetlands; dried it up, Cheaters; inside the club Fired up, looking for a chicken to tie it up Club New-York; I heard it's hot there, beats be rocking there Too many niggas be getting stabbed and shot there Speed; I slowed it down, the Tunnel; they hold it down Home of the underground; why they always close it down?

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Canibus - Mic-nificent Lyrics Canibus. I prey on them, I spray on them First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning I prey on them, I spray on them First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning.

Canibus I prey on them, I spray on them First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning I prey on them, I spray on them First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning. Canibus Yo, Yo I'm faster than leopards running across the vast deserts at twenty-two yards per second, to catch me the daily delicatessen With thirty-minutes to eat them, forty minutes to digest them And fifty-minutes for nic to pass through my intestines So ask yourself a question; Can the Canibus rhyme?

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