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letra de lyrical law vs. royce da 5'9" - canibus

[canibus]
yo, i don’t need no 2pac budget to get 2pac rugged. i get at you with nothing, f-ck it. see the difference between me and you is i know what i’m up against and im’ma still go in. i know y’all got money. i know y’all got sugar daddies in high places

tell me something n-gga. do you know who mcgregor mathers is? you don’t know mcgregor mathers is elvis’ grandfather? i only met proof one time in 2000 on elvis’ tour bus in syracuse, new york. the n-gga stepped to his business with me in defense of elvis cause he loved elvis. we almost came to blows on that bus over how much this n-gga loved elvis. and all i did was tell elvis the truth about how i wasn’t comfortable with what he said with that “cancerous coulda respond back with a battle rap you wrote for canibus” sh-t. i done said it a million times that i felt it was an ambiguous line to say about somebody you claim you idolized, especially with all that sh-t i was dealing with. that’s why when clef told me elvis was ghostwriting for l, i didn’t even understand why the f-ck elvis came to my video set for “i honor u”, talking ’bout “i just want to do something with you, dog.” everybody and their momma in this music industry turned their back on me, a&r’s, dj’s, artists, fans, everybody. twelve albums later, n-ggas want to act like they don’t know how much i love hip-hop, and what i stand for in hip-hop, and how i don’t lay down for knowing justice is against the culture. the way i feel about this sh-t, it goes all the way back to betrayal because at the end of the day, n-ggas like you only give a f-ck about yourself, and devil rewards you for selling out your own n-ggas, real talk

let me ask you something, royce. why did the n-gga that used to run with proof real tough get on the phone and tell me “thank you” for holding them down cause deshaun’s family was starving? this was before i wrote my f-cking verse for “air strike.” he told me to throw rosenberg under the bus. he told me wasn’t n0body over there eating, none of the holtons or d12, none of them. i couldn’t even believe it. i didn’t even write my verse for air strike and this n-gga’s telling me “thank you.” ’til this day, the only way i can rationalize it is to think with my heart and know that proof was talking to me through this n-gga, telling me “thank you”, cause after “air strike” came out, elvis and rosenberg doubled back to feed holton’s family. listen, i respect d12, but how can i tell them that? why would they listen to me? they’re not gon’ bite the hand that feed them, so i made it easy for n-ggas. i lit the wick and they cut the fuse. i gave them the chance to tell the whole world the same sh-t proof told me through his man. i gave them the chance to tell the world about how they really feel about elvis pushing them to the side to sign voltron 5. you will have to be blind, deaf, and numb not to see how them n-ggas must feel right now. i guarantee you after i said that line, ya n-ggas came together like a team cause y’all had a common enemy, me. recognize what’s real, n-gga. stop talking about you don’t want n0body dividing you when you ain’t doing nothing for n-ggas any godd-mn way. it’s f-cked up cause crook is a real n-gga, and ortiz is cool too, but you’re the one that’s trying to divide n-ggas. how you’re gon’ do a hrsmn record without me on it, motherf-cker?

you so gangster? the f-ck you’re doing on twitter talking to some fake -ss account anyway? you don’t think i know what’s going on? you think i don’t know what the f-ck is going on? you think i don’t know elvis got the whole hip-hop industry on payroll, including you? how easy is it to read between those lines? i ain’t seen near one site confirm what the real canibus twitter is. they just keep repeating the fake twitter account to f-ck me around instead of trying to rectify the problem, so when you do the hrsmn record without me on the sh-t, everybody gon’ think i did it to myself. wow, g*nius, huh? act like you know, n-gga. canibus don’t need no twitter to tell you what the f-ck he feeling, n-gga. i mastered my pen and i mastered these rhymes. go make some f-cking music and stop typing into a freaking machine

i won the whole hip hop franchise in ’98 when i started my album up with a dial-up modem. i was the first mc with a website. all of a sudden, n0body in the first-world country could function without technology, but instead of n-ggas using this sh-t to be more real, they used the smoke and mirrors to make us antagonize each other with the exponential ability to brainwash the entire hip-hop generation to turn their backs on the champions of the culture, to isolate and alienate the artists who the media has purposefully blackballed, like yours truly

you know what, i’m done, man. f-ck you, royce. you don’t give a f-ck about hip-hop, man. how you gon’ call yourself a lyricist and disrespect me? keep doing what your master tell you to do, cause there’s always a company that’s gon’ buy you that number one spot for selling that watered-down bullsh-t until they switch you out. and check this out, all that weapon talk, yada yada, tell them super security n-ggas to teach you how to dis-ssemble, clean, and re-ssemble your sh-t if you’re trying to get funky like that, n-gga

- canibus

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