2 DEMISE
check yo private man

f@ck! my hard drive sounds like it's dying of lung cancer! I'm burning to DVDs whatever i have on the hard drive. the review is ready, but not sent to the editor. will do that tomorrow when i bring this file to my workplace. incidentally, page 21 and 22 of this sh!t won't open from wy work computer (yeah yeah yeah), so don't get worried if i disappear once in a while.

2 mega


yo, son, thanx, was nice reading ya shit. Ya good very good Russian. Real style.



to both you men

take no offence, folks, but I just don't get ignited off Nas's Illmatic , and, moreover, Street disciples is shit. Worst album ever. However, though, I fucking like his It was written. Affirmative action is the shit that give me real vibes.

props

Ay Moz, my man, I can't wait... If my review finally appears on ur site, I'll be 1 of da happiest...
I remember how I had found Illmatic link couple of years ago... And d/l it... Fuck after years of reading how good it is I got an opportunity to check it by myself. And I was not dissapointed even on 0,5 %...
Was happy as fuck:) Just as now

2 Demise
ok, man, let's quit 'bout Illmatic. Maybe u'll got its flavor lil later... I don't know...
Check Live Nigga Rap on IWW... pure raw hiphop
"we mobbin
puttin niggas in mausolems..."
Mobb Deep was so cool years ago...

fuckin computers
always have some problems... this shit doesn't work, this shit doesn't open... hate it

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you'se a notebook crook
with loose leaf beaf
the backseat criminal who pass the heat
to somebody who blast the heat
man,
it sounds bad on the pad
what happened in the streets...

who is it, who knows?:)

you'se a notebook crook
with loose leaf beaf
a backseat criminal who pass the heat
to somebody who blast the heat
man,
it sounds bad on the pad
what happened in the streets...

who is it?:)

who's tale you tellin'?
are you frail or fellon?
were makin' sells or watch the niggas sellin'?
you exploit niggas lives in your rhymes
and then avoid them
you never felt the moisture in the air
of coke boilin'...

and this?:)

fuck, then this 22nd page gonna ends?

maybe u would open 23rd, Moz...

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[Sampled Intro: same outro from Poet Laureate]
Uhh I dont understand how a writer could ever get writer's block, so called
My problem is having too much.. and being unable to get it down...

[Canibus]
Yo, why is the ripper so ill?
That would be a unpardonable breach of confidence for me to reveal!
He said "One of these days, all eyes would be on me
when they look up in the sky and see the neon C"
Rhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encased
in glass with an ion beam for longevity
For more then 10 centuries, impressions and memories
the first time the machine inventor will mention me
Canibus was a visionary indeed
he believed light could travel in multiples of C
The organic supercomputer that solved the mysteries
of Clan Calusa with 2 blue metric rulers
Liked Cool J, but thought Stephen J. Gould was cooler
and he never liked to propagate rumors
Smoked Canary Island cigars
liked America, luxury cars and beautiful Asian broads
He had a strong mind, he used to philosophize
about rhymes while he was pruning his Banzai
He claimed that he had written the greatest rhyme of all time
but he would never take it out his archives
He wrote 2 songs per day
and was constantly was experimenting with his wordplay
In his youth he did a report on the Sloan Digital Sky survey
he got an F but he deserved an A
I followed his career from the first day
it seemed the lack of support contributed to his inert ways
I seen him pull in 24 hour workdays
with deferred pay, undeterred by the word "shame"
Public humiliation was the worst pain
he was spinnin out of control like a class 5 hurricane
He said he wouldn't want another MC to suffer the same
Especially when there's nothing to gain
He was the illest alive but nobody would face it
he spit till his toungue was too torched to taste, it
properly funded corporations carbon dated his latest creations
to extract the information
They found it utterly amazing
they claimed the body of his work was the same thing as a priceless painting
Never mattered to him, the art galleries hated him
cause Thomas K.K. called, said he would take 10
Complete enigmas wrapped in puzzles encrypted in language
with sound but without shape or signature
Kept files in his garage, on MS-DOS
in a fire-proof pod, he thought it was odd
Outside there was a shed with an Oppenheimer lock
he apparently kept more wax then Madame Tussaud's
We were in total awe, cause it blew our minds
so many rhymes that were intricately designed
He WAS Poet Laureate of his time
and if you dont mind, Id like to share some of his rhymes

[*beat switches*]

Alone in my room, looking thru the 32X telescope zoom
adjusting the focus of the moon
One should not assume the philosophy of David Hume
is nothing more then a subjective conclusion
What is the maximum field rate application?
the run away glaciation surrounding the ocean basin
affects the population, fluctuation
on a continuous basis but thats just the basics
The juxtaposition of Canibus's position
the precision something no other has written
Way above and beyond what was intended
the unparallel Malleable annunciation of a sentence
You didnt go to college obviously
I can tell by your ungodly unintelligible terminology
A remarkable odyssey, the rhymes of modern speeds
when the brain orders the body not to breathe
Incompetency is not up to speed, you not in my league
you couldnt possibly be hotter then me
Or oppositely your minus 25 degrees, you'd squeeze
but the condensation makes rifle barrels freeze
Allow me to speak figuratively, nigga please
my intellectual properties are about the size of Greece
Your counselor advised you not to speak
my counselor advised me to keep rhymin until they stopped the beat
In the words of Joseph Heller, "I learned how to write better"
even though it sort of urked me
He said he didnt understand the process of the imagination
but he felt he was at its mercy
Which exploits my point perfectly and certainly reinforces
the reason why nobody's probably ever heard of me
Couldnt understand what I mean by ill
unless you try to translate what I print to film
This is the line of will, the circle of time
the cycle of eternity, the emergence of 1 line
Academic phonetics render critics tounge-tied
Ive personified dry humor of cum-laude alumni
A wise man sees failure as progress
a fool divorces his knowledge and misses the logic
And loses his soul in the process
obsessed with nonsense with a caricature that has no content
My style is masterful, multi-lateral
I could battle a fool and be naturally cruel
Words of scourn are a disasterous tool
from an existentialist's view, I'm a better rapper then you
Grab the mic and rip your physical fabric in 2
my attitude is fucked up but abrogable
Different methods interpreted into different forms
from entirely different perceptions and seen from different norms
Not to spit in the palm theres much more involved
theres much more pieces of the puzzle for you to solve
48 orders of mechanical laws
and rays of creational cause, enhance the cadence of my bars
Maybe I am self-obsorbed
but thats the effect, to find the cause you should ask my A&R
Today is what it is, but only because yesterday was what it was
permitting you heard of Beezlebub
A tale of demons and drugs, pissy drunk in the club
with the DJ doing the needle rub
Chances are you'll never see me son
yeah I know my names Canibus but I cant help you if you need a dub

[*beat switches*]

I came to holla at some big booty bitches
and listen to the speakers thump, where you get conceited from?
Im so nice on the mic, they wanna beat me up
its deep as fuck, I aint seen it all but ive seen enough
Really unbelievable stuff
theres a lot of times where I wanna speak but I'm stuck
I should leave this rap shit alone
and kick my incredible in rhymes in the privacy of my own home
My imagination is my own
delibity to speak to freely lyrically on the microphone
Wit a pen in my hand, I bring motion to the enyogram
and become "Cani-millenia man"
Grave my back with the emperor's stamp
been spittin scientific rap since the 17th century began
Tryna' escape the wicked empire of Def Jam
and the land where lyrics are bland and heretics hang
Every warrior has an axe to bury
but he has to learn to discern between enemy and adversary
I said to myself, "Germaine this is insane
It's suicide its controlled flight into terrain"
I fought to regain, control of the plain, but went up in a ball of flames
and got banned from the hip-hop hall of fame
For two bars I kept hearin in my head
over and over again, it cost me everything

[*beat changes back to the original beat*]

I'm convinced now that more then truth is at stake
Where people create language that pretends to communicate
Euphamisms are misundertood as mistakes
but its a bi-product of the ghetto music we make
From an extroverted point of view I think its to late
Hip Hop has never been the same since '88
Since it became a lucrative profession as a misconception
in the movement in any direction as progression
Even though of the potency of it lessens
big money industries writing checks to suppress the question
And nobody gives a fuck no more, no one goes to the book store
ever since the influence of Moore's Law
But I stay in the lab, like Niels Bohr
his son Aage, Edward Lawrence, and Leo Szilard
Lyrically I take rap music and turn the knob
to the right full throttle and added panache
Why would I argue with my own conscience over the truth?
That's like me telling myself don't tell me what to do
Dialysis and analyses of battle MC's
sometimes I say things I myself can't believe
My lyrical is so skillfully eliptical
I can understand how it makes you miserable
You wonder why I never let you play your beats for me
or why I keep my studio shrouded in secrecy
You wonder whats my infatuation with Alicia Keyes
"Canibus why dont you speak to me?"
Yo, I meant it when I said no one can shine on a song that features me
That's why I said it so vehemently
You need to replace the hate with respect
I'm probably the best yet, Poet Laureate!!!

[Sampled outro]
Generally I take.. I go with the given..
ya know with what comes to me .. over the celestial wireless ..
whenever it comes, you're lucky when you get it..

[Cormega]
Spank, what'chu doing? I know you up there
In heaven with a pretty angel braidin' ya hair
Eatin ya sunflower seeds drinkin ya beer
All I could do is wish you was here, in the physical
Super hit me on the two way and left me a message sayin
You mighta got killed, it couldn't be real
Then reality struck me, nah, that shit crushed me
Your life ended, you cheated me outta a friendship
Plus we wasn't speakin as frequent
I was O.T., you was in Queensbridge
Son you know me, it wasn't no secret
I wasn't agreeing with niggas motives, shit is corrosive
Like rust, who can I trust when niggas is cobras?
Yo I spoke at ya funeral, your aunt sang beautiful
Ya moms so proud the way the crew came through for you
Word son, the love is real

Chorus [Cormega]
Did you ever lose a nigga you love?
Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs?
And will you be forgiven when your spirit is judged
This song is dedicated to my niggas above
Did you ever lose a nigga you love?
Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs?
And will you be forgiven when your spirit is judged
This song is dedicated to my niggas above

[Cormega]
Blue, I think of you and the tears begin
I know you my dog, thats a man best friend
My life ain't the same since you met ya end
So for you I represent my nigga
When I come to Greensborough I think of you
Sittin on twenties, sippin on remy
If you looked in dudes eyes then you woulda saw envy
And maybe you'd still be alive, you hear me son?
I mean ya daughter was barely one
Too young to understand she'll never see you again
Little Ariel at daddy burial
Unaware of how much daddy cared for you
And I don't gotta talk about the things I'll do
Son I got'chu, be easy
Ya little girl will never need and never see the treachery this world has to
offer
Yes believe my nigga, uhh

Chorus

[Cormega]
Mommy, I need you to guide me
And help me find a judist among me
I know truely you love me
I battled no power but the ruler above me
And prayed for my enemies aswell as my friends
Will I ever see you again?
Ma, you was so pretty
I'd give anything to have you near me
Life is precious like a diamond necklace
I need you, to point me in the right direction
I'm still learnin lifes lessons, ya my inner essence
I'm your reflection as you seen in my conception
Through-out my adolesence I was missin you, wishin you
would appear in the physical, but you never came
Rappers feel they my eqaul, but can't measure my pain
That run through me like blood in my veins
My life could be a movie,
Who am I? a real thug yours truely
'Mega, 'Mega, for all my fallen...

Chorus

Verse 1: (Prodigy)

You's a notebook crook, with loose sleave beef
a backseat criminal that pass the heat
to somebody that blast the heat
Man, it sound bad on the pad, what happened in the street?
revealing on the vinyl an analog outlaw
alot of gats on your DAT, tape southpaw
you thuggin' when the mic's plugged in
barkin' through the speakers like you got no sense
you wild on the two inch
got your platinum plaques to prove it
your music's been around the World movin'
and it comes right back around on the ground, don't it?
now it's time to face your opponent
Infamous cling to this real shit, stuck where we started at
fuck that, not because we have to, I want to
I love this shit, the raw is what I live for
to hear the sound of the crowd roar for more
to see the niggas that can't pay rush the door
whylin' on the dancefloor
when they song come on, swingin' they fists, ready for war
but it's a different type of effect, it's not violence
they're just tranced by the advance
tranked by the sound bank
put under the drum, numbed off of our shit
now who you rockin' wit'? them or us
deep love or cheap lust?, QB 'll bust
Infamous 'till we pass on
you laughin' at the wrong shit, I take ac-tion
defend my confedons
nigga I write bombs that'll shatter your ambitions of bein' top dog
as we move through the stage fog
I need to bass more
so I can taste it and make ya'll go AWOL
and lose it, say no more, brace your delf, nigga it's on..

Verse 2: (Cormega)

(yo, back up yo..)

Who's tale you tellin'? are you frail or felon?
were you makin' sales or watchin' niggas sellin'?
you exploit niggas lives in your rhymes and then avoid 'em
you never felt the moisture in the air of coke boilin'
you never felt the razor scrapin' your plate
your hands achin' yet you keep choppin' 'cause theres paper to make
you never felt the power of invincibility
clutchin' a gun like fuck it dun, it's him or me
at your best you was a hand to hand
no more than Three grams
what the fuck you know about a Ki, man?
you never hustled
lets get it right, my nigga Y would've stuck you
stop dry snitchin' in your rhymes, listen
what you tryin' to do? help the guys in Blue?
indight niggas so that can be another rhyme for you?
you a parasite, you never had a life
so you throw other niggas lives in your pad at night
it's clever when you write it
spoken well for a dude who never been indighted
you know the deal mothafucka, the real make the fake niggas kneel
and lose appetites when you taste niggas steel
my rhymes are what it takes to get a deal and make it real
I'm like Big, you can't replace the skill
I laced it ill like Cocaine in Scarface's grill
your mothafuckin' flow is basic, chill
I'm Cormega, raw forever
y'all niggas know my steez, I'm reppin' for Queens
you minor league
I'm big time like Mark McGwire's team
your whole team is pussy, when I squeeze vaginas bleed
my lyrics stay official
I bagged up coke on dishes made of crystal
your niggas, they won't miss you
my Nickel-plated pistol - got Sixteen shots, you can take 'em wit' you
to the coffin or DA's office
surgeory, nurses screamin' "We lost him!"
life suddenly divorced him, fuck it, it cost him
if you want beef say no more
brace your delf, nigga it's on, we spray Four-Fours, bitch!

Heh heh, yea
Hahahaha, right
Part the crowd like the Red Sea
Don't even tempt me

[Chorus]
We want to kill you (My niggas fight to this)
We want to kill you (My niggas fight to this)
We want to kill you (My niggas fight to this)
We want to kill you (Y'all creeps can't dig this)

[Prodigy]
Aiyyo, peace to our way of life, hats off to all the trife
This holster's for the autos and foot-long knives
Especially for stacks of greenbacks
My outfit'll perform, so blow all stain raps
Now lemme take y'all niggas back to my basics of this
Your anxious to flip fag, catch a facelift
My shank do remarkable things for fakeness
My whole mob got the same patience
Throw on your track Asics, and make moves like a spaceship
We pack places, Infamous bangs your nation
You're light at the weight station, that weak shit need replacin
Put this in heavy rotation
Overdose music, it's theraputic to the user
Drive awhile under the influence of this
Careful 'cause you might just crash and shit
Total your whip and still pull my tape out your deck
Me and Mobb tryna connect, like thirty-thousand dollar links
Unpopable, unstopable, topple

[Cormega]
Yo, yo
My drug clientele was bringin' me money well
Smokin' buddha, L's, and weed so good they leave a funny smell
Niggas scopin' me, hopin' police is close to me
Mega regulatin', the way shit supposed to be
Gold chain chokin' me, cocaine provokin' me
To live my destiny, jacuzzi waters soakin' me
Floatin in a smokin Durango, doin my thing yo
My mac-milli (what?) sweeter than a mango
Son you know the drilly, the drama is a part of me
Did time for, cocaine, knives, and armed robbery
My rhyme rid graffiti as a live nigga prophecy
Mega poetic, rhymes are like dimes but no credit
I'll leave your mind paralyzed dunn, but don't wet it
Scarface persona, I acquired a taste for drama
And I embrace this spray shit, you banned from the projects
Your love here (fuck it) ain't shit, yo I'ma see you
Nigga you transparent, see through rhymes, fully automated
You semi-crime related, Cormega and Mobb Deep rhyme amazin'
Thug shit you can't fuck with, what

[Havoc]
Fuck your bullshit rep, nigga you ass bet
Talkin' all that shit, don't even got cash yet
Our flaws, try to get away no gats tossed
Got drama with my clique I'ma take it to the source
QBC representive, I'm just tryin to live
If I can't get to you, I'ma take it to your kids
Spray your crib, fuck it son, somethin' gotta give
If I can't live, then ain't nothin' gonna live
That's dead ass, 'bout to put this whole shit in the smash
You real? Hit that ass up with 4 wheels
The ?darkside?, you gonna squeal, like them other rappers
You know we kick the truth, you wanna clap us
I got this, strictly out the mouth, nothin' but hot shit
Pop shit, couldn't fuck this when we drop shit
You helpless, put your whole shit outta service
We don't smoke shit (Thank God for this)
Yo if it wasn't, for niggas like us, you'd just be assed up
Hustlin' for petty get cats (come on now, you know I know)
When it come to gats I'm a ho, never bite my tongue
Let them playa haters know, how we comin'
Straight comin' through while you runnin'
Get dunnin', had that ass shakin' like a bitch when she comin'
Wanted a mil, slipped that ass like a mickey
It's 50-50 fuckin' with this nigga, just come and get me

[Chorus] 2x
(It's no doubt)
We want to kill you (that's right)
(It's no doubt)
We want to kill you (that's right)
(It's no doubt)
We want to kill you (that's right)
(It's no doubt)
We want to kill you (that's right)