[00:00.21]f/ Journalist
[00:00.51][Canibus]
[00:02.40]Yo (Die Slow)
[00:03.75]Yea (Die Slow)
[00:05.19]Ya niggas better..(Die Slow)
[00:06.66]Uh (Die Slow)
[00:07.41]All you can do is (Die Slow) nigga (Die Slow)
[00:08.37](Die Slow) 4x
[00:15.63]All you can do is die (Slow)
[00:17.61]Yea
[00:17.97](Die Slow) 2x
[00:19.68]**** y'all
[00:20.34](Die Slow) 2x
[00:20.55]Die Slow nigga
[00:22.14](Die Slow)
[00:22.63](Canibus)
[00:23.04]Yo
[00:24.12]You against me.. No contest
[00:26.40]My tongue hydraulics
[00:27.48]Strong enough to flip a 64 impala with 3 adult passengers
[00:31.05]and a 4 hundred pound driver
[00:32.97]And drown you in less than an ounce of your own saliva
[00:35.76]Rubberface rappers get, stretched like elastic
[00:38.49]Claymation characters wit verbal vernacular
[00:41.16]Slappin' ya, like a white water rafter
[00:43.29]Or a Olympic kayaker, paddlin' across the Niagara
[00:46.44]My afterburners'll be burnin' you after
[00:48.48]Ya' body already been splashed with acid
[00:50.79]And you turn to ashes
[00:52.08]Assassins camouflauged in the grass blastin'
[00:54.87]Leavin' blood all over ya' lady like Jackie O'Nassis
[00:57.75]I'll fly ya' body outta Dallas
[00:59.37]Perform plastic surgery while we airborne and switch caskets
[01:02.85]Then lie to the masses
[01:04.50]I'll tell'em that you got murdered over some East West beef, between rappers
[01:08.25]Radio stations'll express they sadness
[01:10.47]Play classics back to back and pass out 'Stop The Violence' pamphlets
[01:14.19]Just imagine, every night ya' girls ****ing ya' best friend
[01:17.49]While you in hell throwin' tantrums
[01:19.29]I'll be lampin' in a mansion somewhere out in the Hamptons
[01:22.44]Givin' some pretty ass b***h a spankin'
[01:24.87]Nigga you can't win
[01:25.74]I'm laughin' cause you a has been
[01:27.45]You'll never get ya' groove back
[01:28.83]So don't even bother askin', Angela Bassett
[01:31.47]You'll just get ya' ass kicked
[01:32.97]Get ya' head chopped off and dropped in a basket
[01:35.61]My left arms taken but my right ones free
[01:37.95]That means I could diss another mother****ing emcee
[01:40.59]Wit rhymes that appear clearer than liquid crystal
[01:43.08]My lyrical is more visual than television screen pixels
[01:46.47]I fire pistols, hit you wit' minature missles
[01:49.20]Riddle ya' body wit' holes then watch the blood sprinkle
[01:51.78]Ya probably had no idea what you was gettin' into
[01:54.90]On the mic, Can-I-Bus is invincible
[01:57.03]**** you
[01:57.27](CONVO 1)
[01:57.27]('Die Slow' through out the convo)
[01:57.27]Hey Yo that b***h got an attitude
[01:58.77]Yeah he be actin rude
[01:59.82]And he's always trynna' battle you
[02:01.29]That last album was terrible
[02:02.97]When he's on the radio he never got a clean mouth
[02:05.34]Yeah everytime he freestyles, his words be gettin' bleeped out
[02:08.13]You got the album?
[02:08.76]Naw I heard it was weak
[02:09.96]You got the album?
[02:10.74]I said it was weak
[02:11.55]But the shit don't come out till next week
[02:13.29]Hey Yo I like the b***h's beats
[02:14.79]Yo that shit be comin' bugged out
[02:16.44]Hey Yo that b***h Bis dumbs out
[02:17.61]He waited too long to come out............
[02:19.02](Journalist)
[02:19.02]To you b***h niggas who talk alot
[02:20.88]But walk the block, in halter tops
[02:22.65]Left side of ya chest, mark the spot
[02:24.57]That's where a nigga put it, when i'm hooded
[02:26.52]Then fill you up wit big bullets
[02:27.93]Prepare you for some channel 6 footage
[02:29.94]Know what is, Me and Bis, runnin' through ya courtyard
[02:32.85]Creepin' wit a four-five and reachin for ya door knob
[02:35.61]Throw a gun under ya chin, see how quick your whore rise
[02:38.37]One shot could have a short slide, right out the North side
[02:40.95]Your whole flow is porkrine
[02:42.45]Spit the small oints
[02:43.71]I'm nasty, but my small joints grip the bar point
[02:46.17]Drop on top of the blue line..right beside the red one
[02:49.20]Keep the flow fairsome, 'till the day my career done
[02:51.93]Bring it to ya ass if you the challengin type
[02:54.30]Especially those, surroundin' the mic
[02:55.95]Sound of the light
[02:57.00]To the Journ, ya'll ain't no suitable spitters
[02:59.13]True to you niggas
[03:00.12]Lay you out on MD's, recoupin' ya liver
[03:02.43]Shoutin' my name,
[03:03.36]Ya best to control the noise soldier boy
[03:05.25]Or homicide will be all over you poys with Polaroids
[03:07.62](CONVO 2)
[03:07.62]('Die Slow' through out the convo)
[03:07.62]Yea, yo that b***h Journalist gets busy yo
[03:09.66]I heard he's from Philly yo
[03:10.77]I seen him in Bis video
[03:12.30]He's so skinny tho'
[03:13.53]Now he's rollin' wit Canibus?
[03:15.09]I don't even understand his shit
[03:16.35]That b***h sounds like an amaetur
[03:17.67]Yo i heard Jay manage him
[03:18.90]Yo he got some heavy gold shit
[03:20.52]Man, that's some old shit
[03:21.60]Yea yo the niggas that he roll wit'
[03:23.31]probably let 'em hold it
[03:24.48]He got alotta Benji's
[03:25.65]No he don't
[03:26.70]Everytime, when i see him in the back of The Source
[03:28.89]He looks [????]

f/ Journalist
Yo (Die Slow)
Yea (Die Slow)
Ya niggas better..(Die Slow)
Uh (Die Slow)
All you can do is (Die Slow) nigga (Die Slow)
(Die Slow) 4x
All you can do is die (Slow)
Yea
(Die Slow) 2x
**** y'all
(Die Slow) 2x
Die Slow nigga
(Die Slow)
(Canibus)
Yo
You against me.. No contest
My tongue hydraulics
Strong enough to flip a 64 impala with 3 adult passengers
and a 4 hundred pound driver
And drown you in less than an ounce of your own saliva
Rubberface rappers get, stretched like elastic
Claymation characters wit verbal vernacular
Slappin' ya, like a white water rafter
Or a Olympic kayaker, paddlin' across the Niagara
My afterburners'll be burnin' you after
Ya' body already been splashed with acid
And you turn to ashes
Assassins camouflauged in the grass blastin'
Leavin' blood all over ya' lady like Jackie O'Nassis
I'll fly ya' body outta Dallas
Perform plastic surgery while we airborne and switch caskets
Then lie to the masses
I'll tell'em 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 ya' girls ****ing ya' best friend
While you in hell throwin' tantrums
I'll be lampin' in a mansion somewhere out in the Hamptons
Givin' some pretty ass b***h a spankin'
Nigga you can't win
I'm laughin' cause you a has been
You'll never get ya' groove back
So don't even bother askin', Angela Bassett
You'll just get ya' ass kicked
Get ya' head chopped off and dropped in a basket
My left arms taken but my right ones free
That means I could diss another mother****ing emcee
Wit rhymes that appear clearer than liquid crystal
My lyrical is more visual than television screen pixels
I fire pistols, hit you wit' minature missles
Riddle ya' body wit' holes then watch the blood sprinkle
Ya probably had no idea what you was gettin' into
On the mic, Can-I-Bus is invincible
**** you
(CONVO 1)
('Die Slow' through out the convo)
Hey Yo that b***h got an attitude
Yeah he be actin rude
And he's always trynna' 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 b***h's beats
Yo that shit be comin' bugged out
Hey Yo that b***h Bis dumbs out
He waited too long to come out............
(Journalist)
To you b***h niggas who talk alot
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, runnin' through ya courtyard
Creepin' wit a four-five and reachin for ya 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, 'till the day my career done
Bring it to ya ass if you the challengin type
Especially those, surroundin' the mic
Sound of the light
To the Journ, ya'll ain't no suitable spitters
True to you niggas
Lay you out on MD's, recoupin' ya liver
Shoutin' 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 b***h Journalist gets busy yo
I heard he's from Philly yo
I seen him in Bis video
He's so skinny tho'
Now he's rollin' wit Canibus?
I don't even understand his shit
That b***h 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 wit'
probably let 'em hold it
He got alotta Benji's
No he don't
Everytime, when i see him in the back of The Source
He looks