R U Lyrically Fit?

[Canibus] Get ready for the Luminati tsunami! [Lou] C4 ??? ???, eat meat raw Street dawgs, rip these off And put C's on, had to ease off From a show I just peed on, bought a two-seater that I put 10G's on Beat her Cause she took my mother fuckin ring off She took me to Supreme Court, and the judge got screamed on They sent me up North, to a prison with a ??? All day long, lift weights we ??? ??? Meet King-Kong, Big Don, and Little Shawn Murda One got big arms, he real strong Beat his own mom cause she stole from the weed farm Word on the streets, raw Don't beef with Armstrong, wrong season Lou crush anything he breathes on Pass me the paper and pen, and put beats on Rip rap songs, ??? ??? ??? From ArchivesMusic.com and Natural Rap Zone [Canibus] Yo! You mess with my horse, you dead as a corpse Forget it, rhymes without ending With infinite lyrics, fools you do get abused like broads In a battle for truth with rhymes and metaphors When my horse appears, count your prayers Stab you in the ear, then pull out the spear Watch the crowd cheer, leave the floor wet With all the blood stains, so the audience knows The Canibus runs things, I rip down stages On many occasions, dozen of broken down mics and melted tape decks Everywhere I go, niggas wanna rob me, bootleggers be in the front row Trying to get a clear copy, so take caution Cause I'm a horseman, and I'll snatch that ass up quick like "turn it off man" So just acknowledge, the way that I'm gifted Cause if rap was a felony, I'd be in prison Hogging up the phone, cussin' at the C.O's 25 to life, with no parole When battling me, you must be feelin' yourself I rip the Jacker so hard, he might kill himself Like his name was Todd or James, back in the dark days It's like a pit bull getting bit by a Shar-Pei I defend my horse, my men, my friends My baby's momma, and my offspring So bring it on then, so I can show you how I devour Niggas like a rottweiler with acidic saliva Step ya shit up, nigga, the rippa's much iller Cause when I write rhymes, I use the mind to pick the pen up Most artists are garbage, no skills They belong in a landfill, nobody feels it when the grab the mic (let me hear something else) And start bragging about their massive ice I can't eat MC's cause I lost my appetite I'm a beast, you a midget, with wack lyrics Like doctor evil said (quiet, shut up, zip it) I reign superior, my metaphors are scarier Non-ill rappers, you better evacuate Before I exfoliate your face, with abrasive phrases To give your face a face-lift, Germaine spits insane shit So stop hating if you can't applaud me, and give rap music the glory [Lou] 'C' - True Hollywood Story