Douleurs Communes

(Canibus) I swoop from behind, chew into your spine Nice as Ol'Kainry and produce another line (Canibus) When the God appears, let him through We spit terrible decibels, that level you like September eleventh do The five-bar general Medals of Honor from shoulder to shoulder, salute me when I'm next to you (Canibus) Step into the booth, I'ma rip you in two Persona, none grata, like Dennis Hopper Hollywood actor, slash hip-hopper, spit proper Whip a modern styled Benz with the brahmas Then watch Notre-Dame Depatis, the French Opera Ninety-one districts, spit sick shit Trap the fish in my fishnet with this shit //