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[Overlapped lines from songs in the past]
(OVERLAP 1) "I'll battle you on the net, I'll battle you in the flesh I'll battle you over the phone you can call me collect" "Verbally viscious, telekenetically gifted, Took a minute to exhibit that I'm sick with it" "Have you any idea what I'll do to crews like you How many niggaz in my career I've ran through" "At 1000 degrees celsius I make Emcees melt, Fuck my record label I appear courtesy of myself" "Canibus is the type to fight for mics, beatin' niggaz to death and beatin' dead niggaz to life" "While you niggaz is babblin' my lyrics is travelin' like a javelin to stab you in the abdomen" "The intellectual athelete accurately rappin' so rapidly, Yet he makes perfect sense mathematically" "I walk the B-Lock withe the G-Lock, C-ocked, trynna' get the DR-op on the C-ops" "The Canibus is a animal with a mechanical mandible comin' to damage you spittin' understandable slang at you" "Rhymes richocet off the inner walls of my lungs and go past the tongue faster than bullets come out of guns "Whenever the head is severed from the human body with a sharp enough weapon the brain remains conscious for 10 seconds" "What's the matter with ya'll, I'll spatter ya'll, against the muthafuckin' wall with these raw lyrics I catapault "I'll hop into the back seat of a cab and rhyme, Till the meter says 9, 9, 9, 9!!!" (Verse 1) Yea, it's the C-Quel, the C-Quel, Yo! I'm hardcore from the nappy follicles in my pores To every single pore in my skull Hard from my mouth to my jaws >From my jaws to my torso where my organs are stored And from my balls in my draws to the floor I pray to God they hurry up and start the third World War So I can start World War 4 and murder us all I don't give a fuck if you rich or you poor Don't give a fuck if you got ya' picture in the Source of Forbes I don't give a fuck who won an award On stage tryna' thank God I'll chop ya' tongue off wit' a sword Let they blood pour all on the floor If it ain't a cordless, you gettin' punched in the jaw and hung wit' the cord I'll leave ya' corpse stiff as a board Like frozen meat tryna' thaw then bury you under the morge Gettin' in my way is like jumpin' in front of a car Breakin' the sound barrier, that means the car is in front of the horn By the time you hear it blowin', it's too late to respond By the time you feel it hit chu, I'm gone I'll send ya' to hell where you belong So by the time ya' body hits the floor Ya' spirit won't be in it no more Who could flow for 4 minutes or more Without breaks, without mistakes, without flaws I got millions of styles and I mastered'em all A metaphor matador fast enough to make the bullcharge and crash in the wall (OVERLAP 2) "Whoever grabs the mic after me'll get booed Get everything in the club thrown at you and ya' crew" "I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it, I'll snatch ya' crown with ya' head still attached to it" "I battle you the respect, I'll battle you over a blank check I'll battle you with a gun to my neck" "Ambushin' emcees, jumpin' out the trees like Vietnamese in fatigues covered with leaves" "Next year, you'll be walkin' around the "How Can I Be Down" conference with a laminate, that said "I Got Shitted-On By Canibus" "Turn ya' head round gimmie the cheddar, I'd rather be a lion for a day than a lamb who lives forever" "Fuck ya'll, you don't impress me and no one can test me, an emcee so ill I got AIDS scared to catch me" (Verse 2) Canibus is what the hardcore niggas is waitin' on Debatin' on what the fuck is takin' so long Well I'm here now, verbal ass whippins bout to get shared out Wack niggas bout to get aired out Faggit niggas get they ass teared out Grab a wise man by his goatee and rip his fuckin' beard out Cold beat a niggas ass like Stout Then bust a shot in the muthafuckin' courtroom and watch it clear out A hundred thousand mile warranty Metaphorically, I'll use a hundred thousand styles and murder you orally I took a lion on tour wit' me, made him respect authority Smacked him in the head for trynna' roar at me And there ain't nothin' on this God damn planet that's worth more to me In the name of Hip-Hop niggas could corner me Torture me, slice me then stitch me up like embroidery Way back before gold-plated male and female RCA jacks was used for crystal clear playback I was trynna' blaze ADATS, and if a nigga said my demo was wack? I'd beat his ass and took my tape back "Yea nigga" <smack> "What? Yeah nigga take that" Anybody get outta' line, get they face slapped Quick fast, the Can-I-Bus'll buss yo' ass Then I'll bust you wit' a shotgun blast It's not fun so I don't laugh To me this rap shit is as serious as, the death of a loved one You know how you be feelin' sad That's how I feel when I grab the microphone but niggas don't understand Canibus is unequivocably the illest killin' machine in the industry For the 20th century Trapped in a max security building Sufferin' from a severe illness called brillance (echoes) |
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| 2. |
| 3:31 |
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[Canibus]
Yo! My offense is a mixture of Mike and Muhammad Knock a nigga unconcious and talk shit In bare-knuckle boxin', speed is the object Weavin' and dodgin' with defensive blockin' So in the ring, you cannot win The top ten become nine dead if I ever decide to hop in With the one-two, one-two shot to the chin knock you out like ten shots of vodka and gin The beautiful blend of power and strength From the top of my head, down to where my toe cuticles end I verbally burn a nigga, Lyrically hurt a nigga, Pull a voodoo verse on a nigga, Kennedy curse a nigga, Who can spit the words quicker than the average man? Who can embarrass a man? Bite you with fangs and mangle ya hands On candid cam, the Canibus can The Canibus can with the stamina to damage a man <Chorus> It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you, Without a strong rhyme to step to I told y'all (C'mon!!) I roast y'all (C'mon!!) So come on (Hold on) Hold on!! It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you, Without a strong rhyme to step to I told y'all (C'mon!!) I roast y'all (C'mon!!) So come on (Hold on) Hold on!! [Canibus] Yo! I spit for it (lie for it!) Live for it (die for it!) Back out the nine, commit a homicide for it If I'm handcuffed with the right to remain silent for it I'ma blow trial and do the federal time for it you mad at the last album, I apologise for it, Yo, I can't call it, motherfuckin' Wyclef spoiled it, But this time for 99 I got 5 on it You should double up and put a dime on it, Matter of fact, triple your nickle and put 14.99 on it I'ma shine on it, Watch Flex drop a bomb on it About ten times on it Watch people call a request line for it Cypher sounds keep pushin rewind on it Look out for the album with the Canibus design on it 12 O'Clock in the morning you'll be standin on line for it I'm a live poet, with a sharp ear and eye for it Coz I tear down mics and put a out of order sign on it <Chorus> [Canibus] Yo, I rip shit with the ballistic characteristics Of a hollow tip at point blank distance I flip shit when I spit shit Father forgive Bis, I just snatched the Jesus piece off some Christians Coz they sounded like idiots They went from silver to gold to platinum After the millenium they'll probably be wearin' Iridium They so gassed, if a bitch sucked they dick they'd probably cum helium Y'all niggaz can't be serious,I was nice before ice Before Christ, before the words let there be light And a light took over the night I was born with a mic Lord of the mic before all plant and animal life Took this rap shit to new heights Before the Wright brothers took flight Before dog fightin' and aerial strikes Before MC's picked up pens and started to write Before promotional marketin and posterlights The Can-I-Bus'll bust up mics Punch out lights Punch out your motherfuckin eyesight For the title bought fight Ask Ty Fyffe, I snatch the track for half price The Canibus is too nice Gimme that mic! <Chorus> |
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| 3. |
| 4:24 |
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(Blood spillin in the streets!) The what?
(Blood spillin in the streets!) (Blood spillin in the streets!) The what? (Blood spillin in the streets!) [Journalist] Uhh, yo, yo, aiyyo Aiyyo wit two precise niggaz, holdin the right biscuits There'll be a lot of cats leakin out they life liquid Niggaz who actin hard this ain't Columbia Pictures when we throw two in yo' ass while you huggin on your mistress From Philly, where cats quick to mute you at Cuckoo cats, twist back your FUBU cap Crucial black - two chicks to screw you at Then they shove a poolstick where you doodoo at While you checkin on your pagers, weapons in your faces Shot blazin, cops section off the pavement Hoppin out with gauges, prepare for the occasion We throw about eight in, the house that you was raised in Mouthin off fakin'll make you a loud patient Achin, with your arms in a alcohol basin And while your brain's achin I'ma have your dame slavin Cocaine and apron, over a flame bakin (Chorus: Journalist & Canibus) [J] Niggaz take it for granted - until they layin dead on the granite [C] Innocent bystanders get shot by standin [J] Y'all better duck when you hear the cannon [Both] or y'all be checkin for leaks - Niggas'll leave your blood spillin in the streets [J] Niggaz take it for granted - until they layin dead on the granite [C] Innocent bystanders get shot by standin [J] Y'all shoulda ducked when y'all heard the cannon now you layin deceased [Both] Niggas'll leave your blood spillin in the streets [Canibus] Can you feel it? Nothin can save ya Cause this is the season of the infrared laser And since I got time, what I'm gonna do is show you how you can get spotted by one too Cause I don't give a fuck, I just cock back and bust With more arms than an octopus, as if one gun wasn't enough I fuck around and pull eight out Blast your face off or blow your brains out Nigga, I'll leave you laid out Then I pull the gat in my waist out Put it in your mouth and keep squeezin til the whole clip is sprayed out Take the gun in my ankle brace out; shoot you in the stomach till I see the last meal you ate drain out Your face look spaced out, I gut you like a trout Scream my name out while I'm scrapin your rib cage out Squeeze with the index, spray like a bottle of Windex Bullets buzzin by your head like insects From your head to your mid-sec' And I ain't even shoot you in the legs or your limbs or your dick yet Your masculinity is questionable, you probably a homosexual Just the thought of havin a woman lay next to you probably threatens you You probably look at grapes and see testicles You probably fantasize about vegetables like cucumbers and bananas havin sex with you And you probably let gerbels crawl up your rectum too Shame on you; I (*defecate*) on you and simultaneously (*urinate*) on you and pour some acid rain on you I stop your heartbeat with heat You weak nigga, I'll leave your blood spillin in the street (Chorus repeat) [C] Ayyo Journalist what you workin with? [J] Old school burners with barrels big enough for you head to fit in the circle shit, What you holdin Canibus? [Canibus] 30 bulllet banana clips Just to handle the kick I gotta glue it to my hands and shit We got permits to murder shit We critically injure niggaz who deserve the shit Put em in a tournaquet [Journalist] Bomb proof Suburbans with tractor-tread tires so we can ride through the dirt with it (drive over curbs with it) Merc in it, even over slippery surfaces we can swerve in it (And crash into niggaz who don't deserve they shit) Try stoppin the dudes, you gotta be bruised Cockin the tools that knock you out your socks and your shoes [Canibus] We'll leave you shoeless and keep shootin Look how much life liquid you losin You need a blood transfusion [Journalist] In the back of a medic truck, shots in your neck and gut while we holdin our weapons up, I'm still reppin' Philly - what? (Blood spillin in the streets!) The what? (Blood spillin in the streets!) (Blood spillin in the streets!) The what? (Blood spillin in the streets!) (Chorus repeat) .. The what? .. The what? .. |
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Chorus: Canibus
Yo, you better watch who you beef wit You might be walkin down the street, then suddenly you hear tires screechin Niggaz'll be hoppin out with heat and throw you in the car seat and leave your lady standin there screamin The whole weekend, you get blindfolded and beaten Nose bleedin, gaspin for air, wheezin You got kidnapped and you don't even know the reason We even called your fam for ransom, they said, "Keep him" Watch who you beef wit [Canibus] .. yeah, it ain't no secret Talkin that street shit'll get you in some deep shit See, niggaz know who you be wit Where you be at, when you be gone, when you be back All of my niggaz got doctor degrees in thuggonometry We all know how to hold the heat properly And how to conduct an armed robbery for personal property and can go without food or water for 24 hours at least We fugitives, who ain't doin a bid, and shoot to live even if it means leavin you for dead Cause niggaz like you get scared, look for loopholes Pick the phone up and dial 9-uno-uno What happened to them crew of niggaz that you talk about? Them crew of niggaz that you never walk without? I know what happened; y'all heard about the double-action portable gatling and y'all don't wanna get blasted Chorus [Canibus] Aiyyo we run up in radio stations on some unannounced shit Catch the DJ off guard and roundhouse him Duct tape his mouth then, put a pound to his gut and force him to play five cuts off the up-and-comin album Just the way I planned it, niggaz'll start to panic Brains get hijacked like planes and crashlandin Bitch niggaz pray to the Lord; the black box that was supposed to record the pilot's voice got destroyed So watch who you beef wit And watch who you suck your teeth at It'll probably be somethin you regret You get wet with horizontal rain droplets Miniature rockets, comin out barrels of metal objects Niggaz get shot in the face on the ground shakin like tectonic plates that cause earthquakes Now you got your grill in the ground, how that dirt taste? You shouldn't have started this shit in the first place Chorus [Canibus] Cause niggaz is comin to get you, ready to rip you with intercontinental ballistic missiles and pistols Put a red dot on your head like you Hindu then put a hole in you big enough to put my open fist through We could verbally diss you or we could get physical Whatever niggaz wanna do, we could do it too Cause you a sinner, I'm a sinner, we all sinners We rob niggaz for they presents at they barmitzvahs We rob niggaz for they body organs, and sold em to the highest bidders Things like hearts and livers One and a half million in cash when it's delivered Then go to Yom Kippur and beg for God to forgive us So you the type that, find violence real frightenin Or hold your crucifix tighter when shells is firin Sittin by your bed perspirin, tryin to crawl underneath it You need to watch who you beef wit Chorus [Canibus] Keep that low-down stinkin dirty motherfucker You need to watch who you beef wit You need to watch who you beef wit Yeah nigga, watch who you beef wit Watch who you beef wit |
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| 6. |
| 4:08 |
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(Canibus) Yeah, I bust 'em... you punish 'em
(Canibus) Yeah...let me bust 'em (Rakim) Naw, I'ma punish 'em (Canibus) Ra, let me bust 'em (Rakim) Naw, I'ma punish 'em (Canibus) Naw, let me bust 'em (Rakim) Naw, I'ma punish 'em (Canibus) Come on Ra, let me bust 'em (Rakim) Yo Bis, I'ma punish 'em (Canibus) Yo, yo... Out on the battling tip my verbal lateral grip Keeps my tongue glued to the A-Dat when I'm trackin' 'em swift Let my spit lubricate the chap on my lips And make you rappers have fits 'cause I'm back in the mix Forget a pad and a pen, I write rhymes on an IBM Ebonics is dead, the binary language is in Canibus practices in a room wit a thousand candles lit Meditating on this rapping shit Because my freestyle reigns sovereign Wit a deeper conscious than the prophet Muhammad was born wit My brain cavity is enormous My left hemisphere alone harnesses all of the 7 sharveous While the right one harnesses darkness The type of dark that makes a house haunted The type of dark that people get lost in The type of dark you fear when you're dead in your coffin I hear you talkin' but I ignore it Cause you garbage and your rhymes borin' So keep standin' on the corner, the thrash-man will collect you in the mornin' Thug cats frontin' Wacker than Blinky Blink on the back of the wack-ass wagon babblin' about - nothin' Now that real hood rats could get it on, black Meet me at The Tunnel where pussy cats get robbed at Rubber faced rappers get stretched like elastic claymation characters with verbal vernaculars Slappin' ya like a white water raft or an Olympic kayak paddlin' across the - Niagara Fake MCs haul ass like they runnin' track Where ever Canibus or Rakim is at (Canibus) Let me bust 'em (Rakim) Naw, I'ma punish 'em (Canibus) Naw, let me bust 'em (Rakim) Naw, I'ma punish 'em (Canibus) Ra, let me bust 'em (Rakim) Naw, I'ma punish 'em (Canibus) Naw,let me bust 'em (Rakim) Naw, I'ma punish 'em (Canibus) Naw, let me bust 'em (Rakim) Naw, I'ma punish 'em (Canibus) Ra, let me bust 'em (Rakim) Naw, I'ma punish 'em (Canibus) Naw, let me bust 'em (Rakim) Naw, I'ma punish 'em (Canibus) Come on Ra, let me bust 'em (Rakim) Yo Bis, I'ma punish 'em (Rakim) Be ready and at ya best The celebrity match of death Heart snatched through your chest, cardiac arrest Crack your neck while I break your arms, catch your breath Then I asked the ref, "how many cats is left?" One on one, who challenging? Come get did All I have is a pen and punish you kids Abdomen punctured and look what I did to his wig Wanna live then I stab 'em in the lung with his rib Every word I say detach a vertebrae from your spine Rematch wherever we meet at, any place anytime Get your snot-box smashed with a 9 Smacked with a rhyme, push your forehead to the back of your mind Try to explain what it's like seeing your brain Your insane, soon to be ID'ed as remains Then I reincarnate 'em and kill 'em again Again and again, again and again (Chorus) (Canibus): Yo, yo∼. The battle started with a grapple He had real long hair so a grabbed a hand full And chopped 'em in the Adams-apple His partner in back of you tried to attack you So I'ma twist 'em up like a pret-zel then I'ma tag you (Rakim): I'm on some stone cold shit Warn your whole click Cartilage get blown until the whole bone split Who wanna spit, bang quick, strangle 'em wit his lip He tried to flip but I left his body danglin' (Canibus): You left 'em danglin' I can't believe he wanna grapple again I swung 'em around like I was dancing wit 'em Put his arms in back of his head and snapped 'em again Then I grabbed his limbs and put in the figure-"6 subtracted from 10" (Rakim): Seven birds, make 'em swerve 'til their vision is blurred Turn cats that suped from superb to nerds Just say the word, I'll leave your DNA on the curb And stick my dick in your ear and fuck what you heard |
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| 3:13 |
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[Canibus]
Yo, sittin on chrome, sittin on low pro 20 inch firestones Grippin the road with the wickedest flow, 'Bis is a pro I zigzag throughout sly loam Accelerate and decelerate in and out the cones Poisonous poems travel through walkman headphones Into your dome Osteoperosis your bones, Who's the nicest nigga you know in the year two triple-oh Spit turn to icicles in the mid air and slit your throat Drain your carcass dry rip out your heart bitch I write rhymes using your blood for my ink cartridges Paleoanthropologists, polish the bones of rapper artist after I dip in my hydrochloric waters Canibus, with the seams burstin, perfect Everyday the earth spins I write verses My soul purpose as a verbalist, is to make my words twist and connect like letters when they're in cursive Chorus: repeat 4X I'll pray on them, spray on them First nigga to violate I'll regulate without warning [Canibus] Yo, Yo, I'm faster than leopards running across the vast desert In twenty-two yards per second to catch me to daily delicatessen With thirty minutes to eat'em, forty minutes to digest 'em And fifty minutes for it to pass through my intestines So ask yourself a question - can the Canibus rhyme? Is a fuckin porcupine half swine? No time to make up your mind, you wanna run or die? Clip you while you're running by, trip you up from behind My rhymes, confuse niggas like somebody try to gang-bang wearin a blue shirt and red pants, throwin up signs with their left hand Standin out on the corner of wetlands with a confederate flag for a headband God dam eggplants, niggas gettin me vexed man Cause I'm surrounded by garbage like Fred Sav and I can't seem to get away from it I dreamed that I stabbed Leviathan through the stomach, and ate from it In my past life I slayed hundreds, and in the life before that I played trumpets, to warn you that I was comin There's one billion ways to die, and I already tried nine-hundred million nine hundred and ninety nine When I aim and fire my rhymes, like a hundred cannon balls flying Striking you one at a time, in a parallel line Why the art of emceein is steady dyin That nigga Canibus is still in his prime, bust a rhyme Chorus: repeat 4X I'll pray on them, spray on them First nigga to violate I'll regulate without warning [Canibus] Club Dodge, I wrecked that Limelight, cursed that Envy, I murdered that Club SoHo, never heard of that Wetlands, dried it up Cheaters, decided to club, fired up looking for a chicken to tie up Club New York, I heard it's hot there beats be rocking there Too many niggaz be getting stabbed and shot there Speed, I slowed it down The Tunnel, they hold it down Home of the underground, why they always close it down Century club, the hot shit House of Blues, I rocked it One twelve ATL, that's the Dirty South bomb shit Synagogue, yeah I be there Caribbean City, roll deep there Lyricist Lounge, they be some real emcees there there there {*fades out*} |
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| 4:00 |
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[Canibus]
Yo (Die Slow) Yea (Die Slow) Ya niggas better..(Die Slow) Uh (Die Slow) All you can do is (Die Slow) nigga (Die Slow) (Die Slow) 4x All you can do is die (Slow) Yea (Die Slow) 2x Fuck ya'll (Die Slow) 2x Die Slow nigga (Die Slow) (Canibus) Yo You against me.. No contest My tongue hydraulics Strong enough to flip a 64 impala with 3 adult passengers and a 4 hundred pound driver And drown you in less than an ounce of your own saliva Rubberface rappers get, stretched like elastic Claymation characters wit verbal vernacular Slappin' ya, like a white water rafter Or a Olympic kayaker, paddlin' across the Niagara My afterburners'll be burnin' you after Ya' body already been splashed with acid And you turn to ashes Assassins camouflauged in the grass blastin' Leavin' blood all over ya' lady like Jackie O'Nassis I'll fly ya' body outta Dallas Perform plastic surgery while we airborne and switch caskets Then lie to the masses I'll tell'em that you got murdered over some East West beef, between rappers Radio stations'll express they sadness Play classics back to back and pass out "Stop The Violence" pamphlets Just imagine, every night ya' girls fuckin' ya' best friend While you in hell throwin' tantrums I'll be lampin' in a mansion somewhere out in the Hamptons Givin' some pretty ass bitch a spankin' Nigga you can't win I'm laughin' cause you a has been You'll never get ya' groove back So don't even bother askin', Angela Bassett You'll just get ya' ass kicked Get ya' head chopped off and dropped in a basket My left arms taken but my right ones free That means I could diss another muthafuckin' emcee Wit rhymes that appear clearer than liquid crystal My lyrical is more visual than television screen pixels I fire pistols, hit you wit' minature missles Riddle ya' body wit' holes then watch the blood sprinkle Ya probably had no idea what you was gettin' into On the mic, Can-I-Bus is invincible Fuck you (CONVO 1) ("Die Slow" through out the convo) Hey Yo that nigga got an attitude Yeah he be actin rude And he's always trynna' battle you That last album was terrible When he's on the radio he never got a clean mouth Yeah everytime he freestyles, his words be gettin' bleeped out You got the album? Naw I heard it was weak You got the album? I said it was weak But the shit don't come out till next week Hey Yo I like the nigga's beats Yo that shit be comin' bugged out Hey Yo that nigga Bis dumbs out He waited too long to come out............ (Journalist) To you bitch niggas who talk alot But walk the block, in halter tops Left side of ya chest, mark the spot That's where a nigga put it, when i'm hooded Then fill you up wit big bullets Prepare you for some channel 6 footage Know what is, Me and Bis, runnin' through ya courtyard Creepin' wit a four-five and reachin for ya door knob Throw a gun under ya chin, see how quick your whore rise One shot could have a short slide, right out the North side Your whole flow is porkrine Spit the small oints I'm nasty, but my small joints grip the bar point Drop on top of the blue line..right beside the red one Keep the flow fairsome, 'till the day my career done Bring it to ya ass if you the challengin type Especially those, surroundin' the mic Sound of the light To the Journ, ya'll ain't no suitable spitters True to you niggas Lay you out on MD's, recoupin' ya liver Shoutin' my name, Ya best to control the noise soldier boy Or homicide will be all over you poys with Polaroids (CONVO 2) ("Die Slow" through out the convo) Yea, yo that nigga Journalist gets busy yo I heard he's from Philly yo I seen him in Bis video He's so skinny tho' Now he's rollin' wit Canibus? I don't even understand his shit That nigga sounds like an amaetur Yo i heard Jay manage him Yo he got some heavy gold shit Man, that's some old shit Yea yo the niggas that he roll wit' probably let 'em hold it He got alotta Benji's - no he don't! Everytime I see him in the back of The Source, he look dingy! |
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Yo, yo..
If I had half as many bars in gold as I had in lyrics when I flowed I'd be the richest man on the globe Niggaz wanna know is Canibus gold? That's a stupid-ass question motherfucker, is Canada cold? Bout a thousand degrees lower than liquid nitro is Five thousand degrees hotter than flame throwers I reflect light, bounce off walls and wreck mics Disconnect your windpipe by cuttin your neck with a knife Rip through, everything from tissues to blood vessels My ninjitsu, kill you with the art of Tenchu I zig zag, zig crushin a kid With G-forces violent enough to crush your ribs like pilots that fly Russian MIG Comin to punish you pigs Give a fuck who you is; nigga, Canibus in ya biz From the lowest point in the planet to Mt. Everest I kick the illest shit, spray-paintin my name across the pyramids The rap terrorist, Professor Emeritus Fuck forbidden fruit I was eating pussy in Genesis Chorus: Panama P.I. What you got niggaz that's ready to brawl? I'll give you the phone card and the celly to make a call What the fuck y'all bitch niggaz actin like y'all tuff for? We'll stuff y'all, uppercut y'all, confront y'all On stage we break arms, legs, backs and jaws Enough damage to cancel your tour (Fuck y'all!) [Canibus] Now I said it once and I'll say it a thousand times I got thousands of rhymes, the rechargeable alkaline kind You wanna a piece of mind? Fine, we can take it outside Otherwise you're wastin your time, cause I'ma shine for the one-triple-9, niggaz gamblin damage they eyes Goin blind, tryin to keep up with these lyrical lines The type of nigga you can't flow behind without a dope rhyme You fuck around and get clotheslined til you nosedive We can rhyme fair and square or fair in the sphere Anyplace, anywhere, you niggaz don't have a prayer Cause doomsday is near, faggot niggaz is scared They stand and stare as I appear upon a cushion of air With a long white beard flamin, hot enough to sunburn Satan Hotter than white people takin vacation out in Jamaica out in the sun bathin; sun bakin in gamma ray radiation til they skin color look cajun Motherfuckers start agin to the point where they faces shrivel up like raisins and they become cancer patients Chorus [Canibus] Yo, yo, yo.. I manipulate the metaphysical power to hold my breath for half an hour Continuously breathin outward; you ain't an MC you a coward I make wack rappers lose control of they bladders and piss in they trousers Pink pussy possum niggaz play dead While my heat waves hit, and verbal x-rays evaporate shit Water molecules get transformed to vapors My lyrics turn the Pacific into a dry lakebed Electromagnetic cassettes melt tape decks Niggaz battle in space; tryin to hold it down but they can't cause they weightless Amateur swordsmen gets stabbed through they face mask trying to escape death A world where the whole globe will contract Ebola from drinkin spring water darker than Coca-Cola Human with AIDS, computers with Y2K I rock rhymes counter-clockwise until doomsday Fuck y'all, fuck y'all, fuck y'all |
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| 4:59 |
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[Verse 1]
Yo, yo, yo, now when you see that big ass C, you know I'm comin through And when you know I'm comin through, you know what I'ma do I never sent to battlin me, would be impossible I just think it's highly motherfucking improbable You talkin to a nigga, niggas split molecules To subatomic particles, strong enough to stop a bull Bodies slam, to oxygen, drop a mule Urinating rocket fuel, freestylin over gospel tunes Rhymes by the thousands, rhymes for hours I could kick a rhyme longer than your whole album Kickboxer, beatin the shit out niggas proper I beat 'em till they holler, beat 'em til the cops come Beatin niggas til they have seizures, beat 'em til they start screamin Like fax machines when they start receivin Beat 'em til my own hands start bleedin Beat 'em til they lungs stop breathing and they heart stop beatin >From 12 am to 12 pm in the evening With three 15 minute breaks in between 'em Good jesus, that's a really stingy beatin That's what you get for fuckin with this lyrical demon Bloodstream's been, contaminated for eons I got cast out of heaven for treason Got cast out of the Garden of Eden for lettin the reptillian beast in Got locked up for a DUI and speedin A whole legion of half decent emcees get released when They spit a hundred bars for they freedom See I'm much too nice to compete wit Too nice to flow over beats wit, too nice to hold a M I C wit Off some diesel Hercules shit, I cold flip And start to punch trees til they leafless Inhale with two real deep breaths, hold my breath Til the whole planet suffocates and then release it [release it] HOOK 2X: Yo, you aint as cold as us Or as bold as us When you get thrown to the wolves, you get thrown to us [When we in the warzone, we got the chrome wit us] Cuz we rollin rough, when the soldiers rush Either you roll wit us, or get blown to dust [ashes to ashes and dust to dust] [Verse 2] Yo, yo, now for the last couple of months, things been real quiet Cuz I aint heard shit worth buyin I'm bout to show you niggas how I'm driven The drive comes from my lyrics and my lyrics come from my inner spirit Five bringin the, faster than 12 cylinder engines with nitrogen in 'em Faster than F-1 with light pistons Fast enough to give your brain an aneurysm Cuz you niggas is slower than fat bitches with tabalism The way I rip apart the competition when I be spittin The name Canibus might as well be Cannibalism Show me a man that can't feel him I'll show you a man that'll grab him by the neck And put his head to the fan on the ceiling Suffer real bad from television shit Drop him off the roof of a building and let the news film him I hop in front of the cameras and tell 'em how I'm feelin I tell 'em how I feel that hip hop, should deal wit it Tell 'em how I'm tired of the state rappers in Ninety percent of the shit that rappers give is subject matter less Not original, but blasphemous, just a bunch of the same characters Shootin the same videos, it's embarassing You's in the same formal as the ?havel head? You's are the same actors and actresses, same shit different laxative Face it nigga you wack as shit I'm snatchin your mic I make you run for your life, children in the daylight That track you at night, my global position is satellite Got a infrared blaster to test your body's fahrenheit Wherever you go, I track you through hail, sleet, or snow I track you til you're seizure grows into a afro Until you plaid 'em into cornrows Track you til your shoe soles develop holes And you get, corns on your toes Til your teeth develop hollow coses But you been goin so long without deodorant you don't even notice it Motherfucker HOOK 4X |
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| 11. |
| 4:04 |
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Phuk..U (4x)
Ok Phuk..U (4x) (Verse 1) Yo, yo Ayo, nobody can flow wit Bis Rock a show wit bis Or go toe to toe wit Bis None of yall can co-exist We livin in an Ice Age and its cold as shit 100,000 dollar price range, niggas is frozen stiff All I know is this My felt tip hotter than hell get 186 thousand miles per sec can melt flesh Give a nigga a tan Aerosol cans expand and explode in my hand While I promote that new Canibus jam Niggas feel it underground wit stalactites hangin from the ceiling I'm out on tour wit 30 city trips Every state its like bitches be bulimic for dicks Screamin the chorus Half unconscious I hold my cordless Smoke the most enormous trees in the rain forest While the people go insane for us I pierce a cloud and make it rain on us Break the equipment and tell the engineer that I aint payin for it I freestyle the whole set Kickin a hundred bars, nigga fuck who's on next Fuck you! Chorus 1 - Phuk.. U.. (2x) Ok Phuk.. U.. (4x) Ok (Verse 2) -Fuck- them extra niggas that's always around you -Fuck- niggas that talk about you and try to clown you -Fuck- niggas you run into that never did nuttin' for you -Fuck- niggas thats lyin tellin people they discovered you -Ok, Fuck- niggas that're jealous cause you nicer than them Don't give a -fuck- who you offend you gotta fight till the end If you -fuck- a groupie chicken when you out on tour Smoke a little bit of weed wit her then -fuck- her some more Tell her to bring three friends so you can -fuck- all four Menage-a-trois, what the -fuck- she expect you a dog Almighty god blessed you wit a dick and two balls So if you like to -fuck- pussy that don't mean that you wrong Unless you -fuck- it raw dog I -fuck- a nappy dug out Bust in her mouth Kick her the -fuck- out She'll cuss me out, like... (Repeat chorus 1) (Verse 3) Yo, yo Ya superstar status don't mean shit to me Lyrically sucker emcees still get frequency Try to dis me now How you sound? Yo, whoever signed you must be runnin the circus cuz you a clown You a rapper wit a drug habit, hidin the truth Camoflaugin ya needle tracks wit some colorful tattoos You was never equipped for this Never equipped to spit wit Bis I'm swift as shit Let me point out the main differences You magnificent I'm mic-nificent Yo, i'd even go out on a limb wit it Say you write a little bit That don't make you a tight lyricist Cause you don't practice or stick with it Look at the 60 hour shifts I spend wit this I never quit, I got a gift for the art A low maintenance cost No physical movin parts In '98, niggas thought I was God How the fuck did that change I'm still one of the illest niggas in the game So look inside yourself and tell me what you see If you see a hungry nigga then you lookin at me And its aight if you don't trust me Cause I don't trust you As a matter of fact I'll probably bust you Motherfucker, Fuck you Chorus 2 - Ok, Phuk.. U.. (4x) Ok, Phuk.. U.. (4x) Ok.. |
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| 12. |
| 1:22 |
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[Pharoahe Monch]
Yo yo The sheer fuckin assemblin of these fo' niggas rekindling war Seek the Horsemen, we walk the planet Earth on all four's Cause your empire to Fall like the season before winter Don't get beside yourself like clone twins in the placenta Assassinate the mayor through time-travel The assignment: to reduce all molecules and pass through solid confinement The only way you could flooowww *slows down* iiisss iiifff I liquidize your rhyme Consequently blowin by me crystalizin your mind The government assigned sentinals for Horsemen elimination Claimin we were mutants of artificial insemenation Lost my limbs to bomb shrapnel But through cell regeneration the blood accelerates at twice the speed Peep the vindication indeed Think tank full when you blink, think syncronicity Rob three banks at the same time through Multiplicity shine PLEASE!!! These four niggas combine alone Bringin a nation of MC's to their knees wit ease Seige a soldier and hold men for ransom Stop procreation, chop they cocks off so they can't come Block off a forty mile radius, bomb your fanbase Seeds to abnormally born and scorn wit a man's face Indeed watch the moon bleed, we lead by example Loop my life in time, stretch it in a nine like a sample [Canibus] (Horsemen) We rock quadropeds (Horsemen, enforce men) Chop off your fuckin head (We the Horsemen, enforce men) Leave you all dead then we eat your car-cus (The Horsemen) I'm a Horseman (enforce men) I'm a Horseman (The Horsemen) I'm a Horseman (The forcemen) WE THE HORSEMEN! |
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| 13. |
| 6:00 |
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[Ras Kass]
The beginning of the end niggas! [Canibus] Yeah, we gon' rock this shit forever, the alpha and the omega The Canibus'll make your eyes redder FUCK ya'll niggas talkin bout cheddar [Ras Kass] Brought to you by your millennium group The Horsemen [Canibus] Four swordsmen (From the land of the lost) Ras Kass, Killah Priest and Kurupt wit Can-i-bus Throw your 4's up or get your vocal cords cut MOTHAFUCKER!!! [Both] Wavin the four-four! [Kurupt] I'm headless nigga, but I packs a big piece Blastin, they let assassins loose on the street Murderous notes I wrote, I lacerate throats I toss fire at niggas Mothafuck a six, the condos is supposed to be flip bricks All thirty-nine of your bitches, pretty-ass bitch nigga I'll throw some fucked up kicks on Next is a small tank top, the spot, shot it up Beat you in your face wit a rope knotted up Cuz we don't give a fuck, the Headless Horseman Kurupt See I'm off the wall nigga, Horsementality A Horseman nigga and that's all I'll be See I'm tired of this Barkley shit Niggas talkin shit, I wanna see the streets dark again Let the heaters spark again Police callin all cars off then Powerful as a mothafuckin Vulcan My specialty is poetically lyrically energetically ultramagnetically Dogg Pound pedigree Fuck the shiny shit, fuck a bitch, only grimy shit Dirty shit, holocaust thirty-thirty shit Missle click, assassin Sicilian Kill women and kill men, and kidnap children For vengance in the name of the Horsemen Slice your Achilles tendon, the Headless Horseman And we abide by the code of the streets The makings of a real MC nigga (C...C...C...C) yeah bitch! [Canibus] So just abide by what you ride by Cuz we abide by what we ride by Just abide by what you ride by Cuz we abide by what we ride by [Killah Priest] Mothafucker, it's started, four apocalypic prophets Appearin outta floatin objects Wearin mid-western garments Long trenchcoats wit our hands in our pockets Slappin all you scary-ass rap artists half retarded Swear by our fore fathers Anything you speak, think, or show will be disregarded Then I drag your frightened ass through the darkness Bring you out the other side as a carcus I'm heartless, regardless if you claim to be gods or goddess To me, ya'll all garbage I see all of ya'll as movin targets And my lyrics be the atomic rocket Cosmic vomic spittin, hittin at ya Vietnam vets Wit military arms and bombs strapped to our chest Castin meteor storms and comets Now who wanna make the next rise comet And be the first one left unconcious After I squeeze your head like the Charmin Fuck around and see a lightning bolt around your throat And squeeze till your head smoke from all the electric volts Satanically sacrifice your ass like in a colt Have your seance inside of a dark synogogue We was lyrically sent to ya'll Like deminigod to put a end to ya'll Spit bites like dogs and get the scent of ya'll Horsemen, we be scorchin when we be walkin Wit the power to put a graveyard inside a coffin [Ras Kass] Let's serve it out like the breeze Now watch me do one-armed handstands And hang these N-U-T's over seven continents and seven seas Streets is Lebonese Be rockin Bogari wrist watches and sniper marines Most of these MC's can't even rap Just modeling, go gold and get big-headed like they swallowin colleges I spit empty gravesites, rap stars fill em out You what? Thirty, forty years old and still wack as fuck Me? I'm ain't even in my prime When I write my dopest rhyme, western civilization declines Catch me hoppin off the A train in a New York state of mind But I rep westside, so I keep L.A. time That's a three-hour difference So when my bitch is a six, she really a nine In seven days, she'd still be a dime Call me Blaze Skywalker hittin jugular veins Crack open your skull wit a paperate and suck out your brains Kiddo, I be doin my thug-thizzo for shizzo And the wife of a careless man is almost a widow So what's happening, from P.I. to '99 Madden Since police be jackin blacks, I talk to pigs in Pig Latin Uckfe uye ichbe echbe a igginebe and free Keith Murray (*Translation: Fuck you bitch ass niggas*) [Canibus] Yo yo yo yo I kick a verse at six-hundred and sixty-six meghertz Make lightning flash across the sky everytime I curse Six-hundred and sixty-six flashes Give out six-hundred and sixty-six lashes To the backs of six-hundred and sixty-six Master of Ceremony has-beens Put a crown of thorns on whoever the king of rap is If he's a *Catholic* I nail him to a crucifix Then I beat him till he's blackish-blueish Then perform acupuncture wit six-hundred and sixty-six toothpicks Beat em wit two whips wit pieces of broken glass glued to it Your whole crew gets bayed and nuetered As i aim and shoot it, you get sprayed with bullets Your armored cars and your kevlar vests is useless I'ma fuck all of you pussies like group sex You get six-hundred and sixty-six years imprisonment For bitin off another niggas' shit you bitch You got caught, now you on the other side of the law Snitchin on mad niggas in a soundproof court To get some of your sentence knocked off, na nigga you wildin Cuz you still be in Riker's Island gettin forced to toss salads You scared of that, wit a phobia fear of that I'ma tape it on a digital video DAT and send a copy to Miramax Leave you exposed, turn on the fiction and fact so everybody you know You a sucker-ass nigga, father-fuckin ass nigga That got fucked in the ass by a father figure (Battle who?) I'll bruise and bash you, blast you Autograph you wit a bullet wound for a tattoo Delivering mind blowin rhymes and poems Controllin my tongue when I'm flowin like pilot controlled Boeings When I get bitten, I bite back Quicker than Tyson attacks, I don't give a FUCK if I don't get my license back So, take caution The Four Horsemen'll chop your head off wit a sword then Gallop northward MC's take caution The Four Horsemen'll chop your head off wit a sword then Gallop northward mothafuckers Yeah, so just abide by what your ride by Cuz we abide by what we ride by Just abide by what your ride by Cuz we abide by what we ride by, HA! [All] Wavin the four-four! All you heard was "Priest, don't hit me no more" Wavin the four-four! All you heard was "Bis, don't hit me no more" Wavin the four-four! All you heard was "Ras, don't hit me no more" Wavin the four-four! Aiyyo Kurupt, hit them niggas wit the hardcore [Kurupt] Yeah nigga, I'm headless without thoughts Wit my mothafuckin arms crossed I transform from a Dogg to a Horse Took over the whole race course Throw the jockey off the saddle, now who the fuck really wanna battle? *Fading* Got me a pistol, launch it off like a missle Let it whistle, they fall fuckin 'round wit the Dogg I'm a hog |
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| 4:58 |
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Yeah!!! That's the beat right there.
I'm about to black out with 100 bars on some professional shit. So don't try this at home, yo. Yo, yo, yo My style of rhymin is ancient like Aztecs and Mayans Because I recognize its all about timin Me and my freestyle alliance practicin African voodoo science In front of 20 ft. bonfires lookin skyward Calculating May 5, 2000 the nine planets'll be in alignment The arrival of the prophet in the cockpit Of a starship the size of the Hale-Bopp comet With mercury ion rockets And a big ass "Canibus comin soon" poster on the side of it I'm known geographically and intergalactically That's why I got extraterrestrials that wanna battle me They even tried kidnappin me And they would've snatched me If their craft didn't get trapped in the Earth's gravity Engines stalled and failed. Crashed into a farmer's field And that's really what caused Roswell Undercover operatives workin for COM 12 Disguised as a nigga signed with a record deal Lyrically I'm off scale So all hail or get tossed towards Hell, whatever y'all feel Briusin niggas, confusin niggas like Chip Fu from the Fu-Schnickens Hit you with nuclear cruiser missiles Hear the wild wolf growl Styles stockpiled for miles from the ground to the clouds Wack niggas wanna be down but its not allowed Interrupt the cipher unannounced and you'll get punched in the mouth With the southpaw southern fist I'll bust your shit. Swell your lip and get the Bubba shrimp Back the tougher shit. What a wimp You giant Goliath. Niggas get shot with a rubber sling I'm an experiment gone bad. My brainwaves on an encephalograph show that I'm stark ravin mad Your whole scientific staff'll get killed in a nuclear blast When I throw the formula stashed in my hand Flammable liquids in the lab explode And you get stabbed with all the flyin glass Trained to blow up commercial aircrafts Trained in chemical weapons class Just to see how long a nigga's breath'll last I put him in a leather mask Spray his ass with a can of pepper gas Then watch him grab his neck and gag Watch the nigga choke to death as I laugh "You wanna battle?" is the type of question you should never ask Nigga, pick a tougher task. See who the fuck'll last Whoever lose'll get a solderin iron up the ass You need to recognize My hand is quicker than the eye Quicker than the 5 speed Jamiroquai drives A lifespan longer than 9 lives. Infinite rhymes that can't die A nigga with a divine mind I dedicate this to the wise. Dedicate it to dames Dividin myself into 100 ten times You can't deny the offerin's an offer Flows that glow with aurora's the spark of light Water fly like a saucer With the torque of a Porsche Murder a million MCs then autograph all of their coffins Been gettin it on since I been born and I'm a live long And I'm a be gettin it on till I'm gone Look at all the stages I been on. All the songs that I spit on I took an oath to rip everything I get on A nigga like me should have Carpal Tunnel syndromes In the wristbones from grippin microphones this long I'm just a small fish in a big pond And gets pissed off whenever I gets picked on Nigga try to flip and get flipped on My army march a million strong Like the nation of Islam with suede timbs on Extremely hostile Fully armed troops dressed in frog suits and night vision goggles A lyrical lynch mob Shittin on niggas drawn to a hideous form with horns and a mink on Duckin down low like Vietnam fightin the Vietcong Screamin "incomin" when I see a bomb Speak to your leader. Surrender your arms You need about a million more soldiers to even the odds Plus 800,000 to even consider a war And 200,000 more to even look hard You better drop your flag and withdraw My cavalry charge accompanied by a blizzard of wicked metaphors And smash y'all. Attach y'all to the back of my horse And drag y'all across the motherfuckin asphalt 9 out of 10 niggas is frauds You know who you are always talkin about your bitches and your cars Your jewelry and your girls. It's like we from two different worlds You motherfuckers really get on my nerves Cause I'm beyond them, on some futuristic cyborg shit I close my eyes when I freestyle so I could read what picture crossed in Then raise my arms like a sorcerer and cast a fireball into the audience To barbecue your brain organs You feel like you've been thrown in a microwave oven I flame broil suckers and hit 'em with some more shit The raw shit. Call my reinforcements, the four horsemen Take a big piece of chalk and draw a line across the stage pulpit I dare a motherfucker to cross it I'll even call my man Black Rob at two in the mornin Tell him it's important. Tell him to call Sting 3 way and sing a chorus Break your camcorders so you motherfuckers can't record it Call the news, I'll kill your reporters Start a lawsuit, I'll kill your lawyers Fuck the soft shit and fuck what y'all think My album's gold cause my album was the bomb, shit Y'all niggas got your ass beat cause you asked for it Got your picture taken and put in a tabloid Cause you a man and you like to touch little boys You fuck 'em in the ass, then you give 'em cash for it That's some sick shit homeboy A hundred years ago, they'd have took you to see Sigmund Freud You fraudulent. Feminine. Fragile as a feather is With an effortless blow, I'll crack your whole skeleton You think you're better than Canibus, where's the evidence? You got below average intelligence and poor penmanship You need to shut the fuck up cause your breath stink Take fifty cents and purchase a pack of peppermints Battlin me you never win You thought you was the only nigga that could sneak a weapon in? Nigga guess again Cause after I'm finished wreckin this shit I'm a drink a whole bottle of Henney and go fuck a lesbian |
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| 2:29 |
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[Verse 1] *acapella*
Yo yo yo Now ain't nobody fuckin wit the mastermind I'm like Einstein, a hundred and fifty times magnified Nicola Tesla an', Jon Von Neuman All wrapped up in the body in one human I rhyme the tightest, shine the brightest I blind the optic fibers in anybody's iris When it comes to rappin, I'll smash your ass Whether you Latin, Black or Anglo-Saxon I'll smack you wit a backhand That crack your back like chiropractors after lookin at your catscan In between albums, I've become a masked man like Batman And stalk my own rap fans I'm like a madman fightin a war Throwin lightning rods, swingin lightning swords Blow you away wit a force that'll leave your body lost Gone, nothin to mourn, nothin to do a autopsy on I rock till I can't rock no more Till I can't get no mothafuckin props no more Till they boo me on stage when I'm out on tour Till 2000 B.C. ain't hot no more I'm a dragon wit the head of a lion, jaws be like saws grindin Claws rip through walls of cast iron I slap fire outta hoodlum, pull out steel and start shootin I clap iron like Duke Nukeum Try to attack 'Bis, you get your face stomped Flatter than a compact disc wit black Timbs Flatter than a Yankee baseball cap rim Flatter than the knife *Jigga* stabbed Un wit [Chorus] If you the first nigga that laugh I'll blow you in half The first nigga to talk trash I'ma blow you in half The first nigga to show your ass I'll blow you in half The first time'll be your last Cuz I'ma blow you in half [Verse 2] Yo check it *beat comes in* I destroy your whole city block when I'm ready to rock Blow the speaker box, magnetically shielded or not Magnetically energy poppin gates of radio waves Oscilate lyrics and beats copulate to pop your tape Manipulatin space in large proportions Millions of brain organs get lost when I start talkin About shit like supernatural forces Gnomes and theories and superstring theories Most of you mothafuckers barely Even understand the English language, much less think clearly When I die, will I go to Heaven or Hell Or will I end up in a place called the Van Allen Belt I researched my roots, lookin for proof The best place to hide a lie is between two truths The aftermath of a nuclear blast When the average death sentence becomes a dead paragraph I dig a 5 by 9 rectangle in the grass Reach your epitab and bury your ass As the coffin gets lowered into the ground slowly I'll sing all of your greatest hits, oldies on karaoke Chorus 2x |
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