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Canibus - Handle The Heights lyrics

(Young Girl)
He's Almighty, They can handle the heights,
Show em what time it is.

(Hook: Canibus, (Killah Priest sample)
(Everybody can't emcee)
Can you handle the heights, Can you manage the life,
Start spittin some lyrical shit that I could listen to,
(Everybody can't emcee)
Yeah, Can you handle the heights, Watch how I handle this mic.

(Canibus)
Produce your past, remove your mask
I blow nerve gas through chicken wire at your ass
Prepare protocols, y'all, I declare war
Butt-stock to the skull, 'til the last man fall
I'm a H2O buffalo, a maelstrom produces my undertow
A slow process you must undergo
Javelin Fangz shit, bang you in the head with a bang stick
See if you can bang like this
I am Black Pegasus, I escort the Albatross
Sagittarius archers serve as my ground force
You shout, gallstone gout sprout from your mouth
I drop white phosphorous bomblets from snow clouds
Come around unannounced, zombies crawl out the ground
My team's authorized to gun em down
Look alive, look lively, La Di motherfucking Da Di
My posse on Broadway catching bodies


(Hook 2: Canibus, (Killah Priest sample), [M-80])
Can you handle the heights,
(Everybody can't emcee) Can you manage the life,
Start spitting some lyrical shit that I could listen to,
Can you handle the heights,
(Everybody can't emcee) [Watch how I handle this mic]
Start spitting some lyrical shit that I could listen to.

(M-80)
I can handle it, The Los Angeles mic evangelist,
Ignite flows like a candle stick when strictly out my manuscript,
What I do for success is considered a threat,
Your best bet against Allah is bullets brang by rap arras,
Didn't have what it takes, I would've stolen it,
Shift, Shaped and molded it and called it my own,
So when I dictate my dialect the science is revival,
This is highly obvious M-80's home on his thrown,
Was in your shoes I would save up some funds,
Do knowledge of self then reflect in a pair of new ones,
So you would know how it feels to appeal the dome,
You value your heart and sole more then your cushion insoles,
Gave a what, I would want a receipt,
So I could write you off on taxes every time that you speak,
I was born to compete amongst a swarm of unique intelligent emcees
While your destiny is prone for defeat.

(Hook 2: Canibus, (Killah Priest sample), [Bronze Nazareth])
Can you Handle the Heights,
(Everybody can't emcee) Can you manage the life,
Start spitting some lyrical shit that I could listen to,
Can you Handle the Heights, [Yeah, Watch me handle this mic]
(Everybody can't emcee) [Gun Rule vandal in sight]
Start spitting some lyrical shit that I could listen to.

(Bronze Nazareth)
Ayo, I spit heat searing, Beat clearing shots at your sternum,
Burn them and send Hallmark post cards to the sermon,
Dirty vermin with shiny crowns in the Dirty Glove,
Show me thirty rounds worth of love, Bringing in slugs,
I speak life sentences, trapped in the years,
Words escape like inmates from trapped between ears,
Practice cracking sutures, pollution from mutual war,
My thoughts on that theatre shit like Lincoln on the Ford floor,
Keep the Magnum P.I. on top of it prophet,
Detroit West burglars with murderous logic,
Pin point chest and vertebrae, get burnt through your topic,
Serving multitudes of fraudulent emcees be the conquest,
We send warning through gas, harass like mass gnats,
We toast, We crack glass, Smoke hash through Alaskan pipe line,
Recite grenades, Bronze sonic mind,
Running in front of the grim reaper, I'm ahead of my time.

(Hook 4: Canibus, (Killah Priest sample), [Keith Murray])
Can you handle the heights,
(Everybody can't emcee) Can you manage the life,
Start spitting some lyrical shit that I could listen to,
Can you handle the heights,
[Yo, Yo, Check how I handle this mic]
(Everybody can't emcee)
Start spitting some lyrical shit that I could listen to.

(Keith Murray)
Aiyo, Everybody and they Momma wanna rhyme,
So I hit em with more power then a molecule enzyme,
Rappers persist to rock a mic like this,
But ain't mentally spiritually lyrically physically fit,
You are not accustomed to my blows to the chest,
I wear you down like post dramatic stress,
I got too much mental capacity,
For an uneducated street punk to fuck with me,
I drink like a fish, got a memory like an elephant,
Submission specialist, murder emcees excellence,
Peep the rug scheme and the way I annunciate,
My caliglialism is in the slang I pronunciate,
Metaphorically can't be challenge'n but not meant to complicate,
I eat emcees, Rappers I regurgitate,
You ain't even gotta be considered talented to be considered exceptionable,
In this hip hop profession, meritocracy is the standard status quo yo,
And every Joe lip professor,
Before you open your mouth make sure you can run that route,
Before you get knocked the fuck out.

(Outro: Keith Murray)
Yeah, Can you handle the heights,
Yeah, Check how I handle this mic,
Uh, Yeah, Can you handle the life,
Uh, Yeah, Nigga, Get your game up,
If I catch you it's a problem...