I dedicate this record, ″The Carnival″ to all you brothers takin′ long trips down south, Virginia, Baltimore, all around the world, and your girl gets this message that you ain′t comin′ back. She′s sittin′ back in the room, the lights are off, she′s cryin′, and then my voice comes in POW!, in the middle of the night, and this is what I told her for youEvery time I make a run, girl, you turn around and cry I ask myself why, oh why See, you must understand, I can′t work a 9 to 5 So I′ll be gone ′til November Said I′ll be gone ′til November, I′ll be gone ′til November Yo, tell my girl, yo, I′ll be gone ′til November I′ll be gone ′til November, I′ll be gone ′til November Yo, tell my girl, yo, I′ll be gone ′til November January, February, March, April, May I see you cryin′, but girl, I can′t stay I′ll be gone ′til November, I′ll be gone ′til November And give a kiss to my mother When I come back, there′ll be no need to clock I′ll have enough money to buy out blocks Tell my brother, ″Go to school in September″ So he won′t mess up in summer school in the summer Tell my cousin, Jerry, wear his condom If you don′t wear condom, you′ll see a red lump Woh oh oh oh You sucker MC′s, you got no flow I heard your style, you′re s-o s-oI had to flip nuttin′ and turn it into somethin′ Hip-hop turns to the future rock when I smash a punk (BING!) Commit treason, then I′ll have a reason to hunt you down It′s only right, it′s rappin′ season Yeah, you with the loud voice, posin′ like you′re top choice Your voice, I′ll make a hearse out of your Rolls Royce Besides, I got my girl to remember And I′ll commit it that I′ll be back in November I know the hustle′s hard, but we gotta enterprise
I dedicate this record, ″The Carnival″ to all you brothers takin′ long trips down south, Virginia, Baltimore, all around the world, and your girl gets this message that you ain′t comin′ back. She′s sittin′ back in the room, the lights are off, she′s cryin′, and then my voice comes in POW!, in the middle of the night, and this is what I told her for youEvery time I make a run, girl, you turn around and cry I ask myself why, oh why See, you must understand, I can′t work a 9 to 5 So I′ll be gone ′til November Said I′ll be gone ′til November, I′ll be gone ′til November Yo, tell my girl, yo, I′ll be gone ′til November I′ll be gone ′til November, I′ll be gone ′til November Yo, tell my girl, yo, I′ll be gone ′til November January, February, March, April, May I see you cryin′, but girl, I can′t stay I′ll be gone ′til November, I′ll be gone ′til November And give a kiss to my mother When I come back, there′ll be no need to clock I′ll have enough money to buy out blocks Tell my brother, ″Go to school in September″ So he won′t mess up in summer school in the summer Tell my cousin, Jerry, wear his condom If you don′t wear condom, you′ll see a red lump Woh oh oh oh You sucker MC′s, you got no flow I heard your style, you′re s-o s-oI had to flip nuttin′ and turn it into somethin′ Hip-hop turns to the future rock when I smash a punk (BING!) Commit treason, then I′ll have a reason to hunt you down It′s only right, it′s rappin′ season Yeah, you with the loud voice, posin′ like you′re top choice Your voice, I′ll make a hearse out of your Rolls Royce Besides, I got my girl to remember And I′ll commit it that I′ll be back in November I know the hustle′s hard, but we gotta enterprise
(Intro: Canibus) Genabis, This is Genabis, Remember this,
(Canibus) In the beginning I discovered wordplay, I experimented with some syllables from the first to the third day On the fourth, I searched for the words to say, How to compress complex verbiage in the least amount of space, I was perfect at it and mastered the tactic, On the fifth day I decided I would combine it with mathematics, On the sixth day I became a fanatic, And I couldn't kick the habit, I would just look in the mirror and practice, On the seventh cycle I had to take the day off, I was exhausted, I guessed my work would never pay off, But if it happened to Him, it could happen to me, And if it happened to me it was destined to be,
(Chorus x2: Canibus) Yo, Genabis, Exobus, Levitibus, There ain't a mic on this planet I'm restricted to touch, I read the Cosmos, what God wrote, predicted as much, The inhabitants lack faith but resistance is tough,
(Canibus) They backslide back to church and call the minister's bluff, They'd rather remain unenlightened than listen to ‘Bus, I blew the fuck up, even though it was short and abrupt, I was the first rapper to ever close orbit the Sun, One small step for man, one huge step for mankind, I am the Red Giant of rhymes, Solar deflectors incinerate you whole in one second, Flow is untested, those that I've threatened fold under pressure, At one hundred and twenty beta cycles, High volts ignite your eyeballs until you see the fire in front of you, Optic codes and rods melt one at a time until you realize you're in Hell, Rip the Jacker's not done with you, I terrorize the rap community with impunity, Blow you to pieces and move elusively through the debris, What my enemies want to do to me is old news to me, Those in pursuit of me will never get through to me,
(Chorus x2: Canibus) Yo, Genabis, Exobus, Levitibus, There ain't a mic on this planet I'm restricted to touch, I read the 'Cosmos', what God wrote, predicted as much, The inhabitants lack faith but resistance is tough,
(Canibus) First rapper to speak over beats dogmatically, Mixed with Elizabethan drama and tragedy, My motto is to dress casually and live lavishly, Look at the Victorian tapestry in back of me, Notice the post-Renaissance pictures I drew, Hand sketched drawings of the deserts in Nazca, Peru, The following audio propagates the possible truth, To prove I'm the illest so the choice is not up to you, See, the standard ideological definition of a rap model puts Canibus in scholarly periodicals, The article is substantially impressive, More than a message, a working thesis from several different perspectives, The Rosetta Stone of sentences for rap music's tentative, Entered Apprentices this is Genabis, The Rosetta Stone of sentences for rap music's tentative, Entered Apprentices this is Genabis,
(Chorus x2: Canibus) Yo, Genabis, Exobus, Levitibus, There ain't a mic on this planet I'm restricted to touch, I read the ‘Cosmos', what God wrote predicted as much, The inhabitants lack faith but resistance is tough,
(Canibus) I harness the power of the Chakra, Remote viewing into darkness, describing what I see in the process, Are stone statues surrounded by Neolithic objects Geoglyphs on the Pampa, A dose of propylamine makes it feel like a dream, The dream state is the playground for the supreme, Critics attempt to follow a trend, today they call me a charlatan, But tomorrow I will be the God of men, To create a universe all I need is one thousand trillion, trillion degrees, Sodium 22, betatrons and a cloud chamber, Keep the noise down so I don't arouse my neighbours, Got a message from ‘The Falcon and the Snowman', In an unopened Coca-Cola can, Show the whole plan in coded program, Encrypted by a ProScan, modem with a low-band, hold up, let me load it in
(Canibus) I was created by intelligent design, You are merely a descendant of the unmodified, You diss me out of pride, But when you're finished talking about money and bitches you're simply out of rhymes, Even my worst album was sublime, If I don't slow down I'll distort the timeline, Back through the time tunnel to a ‘100 Bars' again, A master like the honourable Earl of Caernarfon, The grand architect, Used to be a partisan to Lamarckism theory but I lost the bet, No regrets, you live and you learn, I'm through giving advice, I just give concern, Sterilize my hands to prevent catching the germs, And try to rebuild all the bridges I've burned, I prefer modesty over controversy, But what am I to do when these jerks keep bothering me, Jealous because they can't rhyme like me, And they never had a scientific mind like me
(Canibus) I'm above average with verbal semantics, The Aurora Borealis in the form of a rap ballad, They look at me like, "Poor bastard, Why can't you manipulate Billboard with all your metaphor magic?” No matter how hard I practiced, Every microphone I saw, I grabbed it, obviously that's the wrong tactic, I went through a long period of mourning and sadness, When I wrote that Stan shit, But if you want to hear some hardcore Canibus just say so, And I'll come out the egg roll with seven Dead Scrolls, If you can find a better flow, Then I can find a dinosaur on the Galapagos archipelago, Hey, you shouldn't fall for the naivete, Lyrically I'm the illest when my beats is okay, Food for thought, nutrition for the whole brain, Keep your neurotransmitters warm on a cold day, I'm ahead of my time, or so they say, I guess that's why I already feel old and grey, Okay, that's enough knowledge for today, I'm killing them, You better not forget it ‘cause this is Levitibus
(Canibus) Out of the Umbilicus Mundi, This is lyrical lunacy from a human being to speak so fluently, Bars of poetry without precedence, complete par excellence, Listen to the 'Levitibus' testament, To understand me you need help, You've got to see the film ‘The Day After Trinity' written by Jon Else, To understand that, you must know thyself, You should keep listening 'cause Canibus' flow might help
(Canibus) To find the answers that we didn't know, Maybe Edgar Allen Poe's description of El Dorado is not so, See, the reason there's no light at the end of the tunnel, Is ‘cause we're really not in a tunnel we're trapped in a bubble, The government hierarchy and the dregs of society, Can you explain why you believe Hell is fiery? We're suffering from symptoms of drapetomania, Slavery isn't over it just took a new alias, The Data Repository establishment and maintenance, Almost turned me into an atheist scared of aliens, Why write lyrics when I can make a better living, Selling freeze-dried venom to wildlife clinics, ‘Cause I hate the thought of being a predictable bore, Once you get used to me you won't love me no more, The ‘Final Soliloquy of the Internal Paramour', What are we all to do when rap music is gone? I hope “God and the imagination are one”, A golden tongue, can achieve synchronicity with the Sun, Transcended beyond the flesh and the blood, ‘cause this is level one, After this album my message is done
(Canibus) But you can't battle me, so you'd rather embarrass me, I maintain dignity in the face of calamity, They reach out their hand to me and talk dishonestly, But I read through their syntactic structure like Noam Chomsky, A student so overzealous I motivate my trainers, I'd rather get some now than get some later, Take a break from writing rhymes on paper, recondition my character, Change my nature with seven days of Vipassana, Let go of the stress, man I was deeply depressed, So famished, in fact, I needed a rest, To regenerate my mind, Bless the cornerstone of my rhyme with corn, oil and wine, Then see the light in a luminous paradigm, It became more apparent with time, All I had to do was follow the signs, To be a better man I need help, I've just got to find the link between my inner deity and myself
Artist: Canibus Album: Rip the Jacker Song: No Return Producer: Stoupe Time: 4:53
(Intro: Canibus) No Return, No Return, No Return, No Return, There's No Return, No Return…
(Canibus) Yo, Scientists gather in a secret place to debate, They photographed the earth from space and saw my face, They tried to translate the innate Asiatic shape, Before the final earthquakes came but it was too late, Only one-eighth of the human race escaped to space, They were chased by flying phenomena to the lunar base, Flotillas of space centers, lasers probed the entrance, DNA code sensors reject old genetics, I presented my cosmic clearance to a patrol of medics, I was injected with sodium pentothal and questioned, I relayed the message the way I was trained to remember it, I showed them the keypad code and told them to enter it, I told them which alphanumeric buttons were sensitive, He snatched it out of my hand and started depressing it, I told him detonation was definite if he kept at it, And he'd never quit, he just lost his temper and flipped, I bowed my head like, ‘I guess this is it,' My ears popped, the music stopped, and I couldn't hear shit
(Canibus) The driver jogged around to the front and opened the door, He said his name was Muhammed Jamal and he'd be with me ‘til fall, He said the escort service had called, And the package would be waiting for me at the Winthorp, I said thanks, he grabbed my bags fast and put them in the trunk, Then he ran around to the front, slammed it in gear, pulled off slow, Winded down his window and asked me if I minded if he smoked, I said, “No”, we drove off, Cut my cell-phone off, then I swallowed a tablet of Zoloft, Went to sleep and woke up feeling kind of lost, I asked him what the weather's been like lately, He said he doesn't mind the heater and hates the A/C, He said he had a son who was eighteen and made beats, And I happened to be his favourite emcee, I said, “For real? That's crazy! I'll meet him later. Yo Jamal, could you please do me a favor? When we get to the corner, stop at the bodega,” Hopped out the car, walked inside, The store stereo was playing Feliz Navidad, Got a pack of condoms and walked to the back of the line, There was three Taliban that were talking very loud, One reached in his backside and pulled out a Berretta gun, The last word I heard myself say was a four-letter one, He looked me in the eyes and said, “The drama's never done.” ‘Cause there's no return, No return
(Canibus) I heard the ring tone of the red phone, Headquarters informed us there was an explosion in the Red Zone, We were ordered to get ready to go, And to get into our bio-weapons protective gear and clothes, I rode shotgun, my partner Ramirez drove, G.P.S. control gave us coordinates where to go, As soon as we got there I could feel the hot air, For a second I stopped and stared, there was cops everywhere, I told them, “We need to get a square perimeter clear, We've got an hour ‘til nightfall, so light some flares,” I said a twenty-second prayer then ran to the second tier, The lifter was there, then I waved my hands up in the air, To signal that it was clear before I ran upstairs, I could barely see smoke was so thick in the air, I was visually impaired and started to get scared, I heard a woman scream, “Help!” but I didn't know where, I started screaming back, “I'm not going to leave you here!” Saying to myself, damn it's hard to breathe in here, Searched the rooms one by one, like fuck my lungs, Ramirez said, “The fire truck got stuck by the front,” I crawled all the way through the foyer to the end of the hallway, And seen her on the floor next to the doorway, I was half-unconscious, but I just ignored the pain, Helped her to her feet and she had her arm in a brace, All this tar-like black stuff was all on her face, I radioed Ramirez coughing and tried to explain, I heard him say something to me like, “It's all in flames!” There was ceiling debris falling all over the place, I looked her in the eye, she looked into mine, it was strange, Then I blinked for the last time and never saw again.
(Canibus) You want to spar with ‘Bus? Then let's get started ‘cause Atomic thrust turn you into cosmic dust Bomb your borders with Japanese spigot mortars Recompose your composition to sawdust Time is breath, breath is life, life is light Light is no less than capital ‘C' on the mic Beneath the mirage of night, I'll attack you twice Prepare the river sacrifice for my ritual rites Reinforce my habitual likes and dislikes To diss you on the mic ‘cause I'm sick of the hype No one's ever written what I write, compare the calligraphy type Tell me yo, how can I not be nice The royal semen of Caesar frozen in a cryo-freezer On sale for seven figures per millimetre Lethally illegal, I speak to the people In the form of an eagle on top of the Thebes Cathedral With boundless knowledge, like hairless Dalai Lamas With linen garments neatly wrapped around armpits With monasteries in the mountains Trumpets have already sounded, you can't denounce my crown, bitch
(Canibus) The game is Chinese chess Countless issues need to be addressed before the East nukes the West Totalitarianistic cause and effect Run the words through a decompressor, recompress the depth Canibus is the most explosive next to meth The inconsistency of the text makes me complex Pay attention to ‘Bis, my intention is this Leave you spatially adrift, suspended in the abyss Marijuana plant owners smell my aroma Contract sycosis sarcoma and retinoblastoma Confederate federal General Lee electric general FCC omni-directional antenna poles IFF, identification, friend or foe This area's restricted, don't let him through He'll mock your style Rock you to the ground with the bite force of a Sarcosuchus crocodile Travel a fiber optic mile before you can smile So don't ask me why and don't ask how
(Canibus) ‘Til I'm impressed with the print, I can hear a pin drop like Sprint Once it blends I can stop right then Quantum coupling mechanisms and technical shit Confuses you, but I don't think you're any less if it did Just define what is poetry and what is rap I'll demonstrate how to effectively bridge the gap The answer is simple in fact If the protons don't attack the retina, all we'd ever see is black No ability, no extra-ocular motility Silly emcees can't see me lyrically or visually They'll never be better than me I'll triple team them with the Trinity severed in three and give them nine enemies Climb back to periscope depth in two hours, Surrender and throw in the towel The amalgam of the ultimate album, this is Spartibus power
*Rakim samples from Paid in Full's "My Melody" Any MC that disagree with me just wave your arm (4x) Now tear it up y'all, and bless the mic for the gods
(Canibus) I transmit images over the distance Using the inflation premise of ten to the minus thirty-two seconds Back to the Canibus Era, my eponym is apparent Those who hear my efforts got to give me the merit Off lyrics alone I'm a legend But I can't take credit, the English language was not my invention It's the way I put it together The incorrect English editor, can't nobody ever do it better People forget but the history will remember I pled guilty to the charge and accepted the sentence Let the records show I resisted under the pressure My short but precise endeavour to raise the measure
(Canibus) Hip-hop forever, that's what I see when I look in the mirror Regardless of whether I'm not a bestseller I'm a first class spitter, the literal literature ripper Painting pictures for intelligent listeners From any and all dispositions The fusion of what's written creates a vision called Canibusism The intellectual division of science and religion People waste their momentum trying to defend it All I do is put it to ink, then put it to print See what you think, maybe I should speak to a shrink I could fix the way they look at the world They read all these books in a barrel but they can't think for themselves Self-contained, I'm all balls, belts and brains Must be strong because no one ever helps Germaine
(Canibus) Observe the whole world's pain, and tell me you ain't tired of praying The Catholic faith will never be the same You can be put in chains because you've got a Muslim name Sent to Guantanamo Bay and tortured for days Man, I'd rather buy some land and grow an orchard of grapes Drink vegetable-juice and stay away form steaks and shakes and snakes These rats in the corporate race is fakes Nobody ever gives you what they didn't already take Invest away? You'll be broke ‘til you break Man, you learned to pick a lock, you want to open the gate I mimic haters like flight simulators in air bases Recovered from an inverted spin and now I'm famous Those who respond to Rip the Jacker with hate Show poor taste and only exacerbate their fate MicClub.net, get it right Motherfucker, get it right and get a mic
(Canibus) This is Showtime at the Gallows Rip the Jacker
(Canibus) Yo I dialogue with Amen-Ra 'til he gives me the nod And replaces me with a supercomputer automaton I don't barter for time I'm a martyr to rhymes And a selfless soldier with pride that was ordered to die A burning star in the sky, my heart is warped with a drive Expressing thoughts through a rhyme, my metaphors are alive It's like I've been crucified, they 'Hate Me Now' like Nas They punctured me through my side, the bleeding was cauterized I was revived after I died Only then I saw how I was truly admired and worshipped like a god It had mired up my mind and showed me a sign I fell off the ocean liner, someone throw me a line Let the world know the truth but it became my demise You know we're even I don't owe you a dime Sometimes I feel like killing myself, they've stolen my shine I wanted to be the illest for a moment in time From the ink to my pen to my pad to the ink in my arm How could one diss song possibly last this long? Tyson ain't the champ no more, them days is gone And Rip the Jacker ain't too stubborn to say when he's wrong
(Canibus) I should get twenty dollars and go to Econolodge And tie the sawed-off's trigger around the doorknob Call the police squad and tell them I'm in room 1-0-5 And that a dirty bomb's inside Woke up in the cargo plane Playing Christy Lane for some entertainment while I train in the misty rain 'One Day at a Time, Sweet Jesus' is playing I'm sitting there praying, you probably can't believe what I'm saying But the voice in the back of my head keeps saying, "Germaine This is the real deal, man. This is not a dream. This is not a game The only sixteen you've got for now on is locked and loaded and in your hand Deploy and detach on land. You're the man And the pain is the weakness leaving the body, understand?" And reload with a full pack. Call COMSAT Tell them you need suppressive fire for troops in the back, STAT Insurgence and counter-insurgence, move with a purpose Absolutely mission critical, you never get nervous Applicate the shock-tube to the surface Standby! Blow it! Eyes open with your scope on a terrorist Tell him to go to Hell in Arabic Put a bullet through his narrow neck, watch the wall behind him get wet I'm an animal, I'll murder you and stare at your pets Get the tape! I know where the surveillance cameras are kept
(Canibus) If you want a confession, you've got it You want product give me twenty dollars You want gossip, I'll give you logic On any topic, recording the positive data Rip is the best rapper, go confirm the status One million page dissertation written on paper Cheap labour for Pitney Bowe's tree curator My purification process is greater but thinly tapered Verbatim, my album is equal to over fifty acres Can-I-Bus before the Big Bang and after the Big Crunch I've only got to say it once Let there be light and I write a sentence The greatest discovery since opethicus afarensis Back to before Sumerians landed on the canyon In the Cambrian carrying bacteria with antigens And nine-foot stone mannequins The key to nuclear power and Porta Libitinaria Showtime at the Gallows, the Age of Aquarius And space harriers, life's last barrier Showtime at the Gallows!
(Canibus) Yo, some say the pen overpowers the sword The video camera is just as powerful when it records Appalling footage of cops breaking the law Mad at you because of what you saw, now they're breaking your jaw I've been accused of being internally preoccupied ‘Cause the rhymes talk to me and I talk to the rhymes Clinically induced impulses reveal what's hidden Written prescriptions given by qualified clinicians Lafayette pegboards be spinning on turntables To determine the motor coordination available Those able to speak what I spoke repeat my quotes My systematic treatment approach be deep in their throats I inject the frontal lobe of the brain with a lethal dose Of unspeakable dope worse than opium smoke Well spoken like Washington Post or a Fox News Network host Scale intelligence like Wechsler Adult[1] Nonnormative data brain storage matter couldn't capture A couple of years ago they had to put it on Napster Resurrect Rip the Jacker to rip these rappers For every second the clock ticks I'ma attack ya
(Canibus) The C-A-N dash I dash B-U-S gets the last laugh before the critical mass In half the speed of a bulb flash fire will engulf that ass Into a molehill of charcoal ash Only to be blown away by a cold draft Wack emcees got no chance, It's so sad They ask Canibus, ‘Will you ever run out of things to say? How much breath can a man breathe in a day?' Needless to say, I think it's kind of deep in a way People be like ‘‘Bis is too ill keep him away' It's a good thing I got patience I've been waiting here longer than Dr. Levinson's time equations Trying to figure out what made men, was it the theory of inflation? Or are we just the product of the ape stem?
(Canibus) You think because I'm not on a major I can't bust? And because I come from the ghetto that I can't adjust? Yeah, my disposition was rough But it turned me into a quick learner all I need now is some luck I used to be an undisciplined piece of faecal matter An underdog rapper but I closed that chapter I deal with my adaptive difficulty faster And question my projective technique as a rapper I've lost interest in the battle glory and glamour But I can't control Rip the Jacker when he gets amped-up It doesn't matter we've all got a dark side A loud mouthed Mau-mau from the apartheid Yo, you want to earn your respect? Then come to MicClub.net and see if you can impress the best
