PlusScience - There Has He Been lyrics

[Intro] Yea, Mic Club and Waste Management +Javelin Fangz+ WolfGang, sharp fangz Yea [Canibus] The vocalist with osmosis spit Canibus on some robust robot sh** You're not fit, drop, give me fifty bars of spit 950 more bars just to talk to the kid They just rappers I'm a cloud of galactic matter comin' at ya Like radar or race car spelt backwards The mirror image of the emperor's lyrics Concubines are forbidden to compare it until I finish The magnetic patient will record the same thing While erasin' the lost dynasty of Beijing Spittin' rhymes cause significant mission lapse time You'll be fine, don't rewind; move onto the next line Three bogies 10 o'clock high, I die if I do not try Ostriches are not supposed to fly Fighter pilots with no eyelids Did you see what I just did? Hydraulic pressure gettin' as high as a b**h Textbook vertical spin, landed on the wing, I'm in The evil bald Eagle strike you again Yuri Gagarin, I met him when we he came to Heaven My first guest from terra firma Pa**age Magellan I didn't hesitate to tell him, 2012 you police yourselves As Earth travels through the gravity belt And I can offer you no help The Period of Purification can be described as somethin' you call Hell Yeah, S-P-E-L-L, R-A-P-E-L down to W-E-L-L Wolfgang countdown! [K-Solo] Start at your head, I end it quick and end your a** Send your career on a collision course; then you'll crash I'mma laugh mothaf**er, its gon' only get worse You'll hit a tree and you go flyin' through your window headfirst Foes come in the white mink, leave in the red fur Get your f**in' a** kicked, leave with your head hurt Beef with me equals dead thugs Even when I'm f**in' sleep, stomp out you bedbugs The Hitman buck quick One thing I can't stand in this rap game is a b**h a** who s** dick Rap too good for the hood, who's the don And they said I'd never make it without help from you know who But I proved them wrong Even without money in my pocket I still move along And I'm happy Canibus got me to do this song I was never a**ed out; my label's the only label And the mothaf**in' world is able to take the trash out Call me sweet, Big Kevin I f** a b**h 'til she pa** out I got hands too when I cum, a lot of n***as don't wanna back out Dirty n***as, they gon' pull a mac out Cause I rap grapple and box, make competition tap out I put it down; I cut them down, cut them down You know I'm known to shut them down Dudes is jokin', I laugh, take cash cause they clowns If they got beef with that I get Canibus to spray the rounds Take them down; I'm the Godfather, Long Island music here to take the crown Breeze through, enemies quiet, they don't make a sound Get a bucket of red blood, paint the town I'm a beast, when I walk I shake the ground Who hatin' now? Who hatin' now? Who hatin' now?