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from Wyclef Jean - Wyclef Jean Presents The Carnival Featuring Refugee Allstars (1997)
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 |
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from Canibus - Can-I-Bus (1998)
[Canibus]
Aiyyo I stand outside the gates of Buckingham Palace Selling reefer, puffin the chalice with the Beefeaters Gettin so high that whenever I drop shit it'll land on the window of your airplane cockpit Canibus with the hot shit, "Crazy I. Click" Niggaz is bloody idiots thinkin that they can stop this I'll increase my strength, to a super human extent Nigga your rhyme ain't worth sixpence And if you can hear, smell, see, touch, and taste then you don't need six senses to feel me punch you in the face From Brixton, to Clapham Common, my lyrics invade Europe like Joseph Stalin, and murder niggaz for rhymin Spittin fire, with gasoline for saliva As drunk as Lady Diana's driver wit reporters behind her Alcohol in the hands of a minor I got you panickin like bombs, with 30 second timers Clear the buildin, evacuate women and children Fuck what you feelin nigga, I came here to kill em Straight shittin, from New York to Great Britain And when we do shows we make the Queen pay admission, what! Chorus: Canibus (and crowd) When I say "Can-I" you say "Bus" Can-I (BUS!) Can-I (BUS!) Yo, when I say "Can-I" you say "Bus" Can-I (BUS!) Can-I (BUS!) [Canibus] Yo.. yo.. Yo prepare for the worst This next verse is the face of death Me without lyrics is like a porn flick without sex Illmatic, my lyrical skills are Jurassic With more flavor then Skittles when I'm digitally mastered I go off like a cannon and blow up the planet with "No Fear," like them clothes white boys be wearin I'm tougher than denim, lethal like venomous snake bites The marijuana makes my eyes bright red like brake lights There ain't a party I couldn't rock, believe that There ain't a microphone brave enough to give me feedback I'm strong, my word is Bond like James Niggaz be tryin to test, but they 'week' like seven days MC's run away when I kick it; they act so chicken they should come with a large drink and a biscuit My style's radioactive, massive atomic I plan to push the Earth in front of Halley's Comet Breakin the +Facts of Life+ down like Tudy, I'm raw like sushi with more +Vocab+, than three fuckin Fugees So recognize or be hospitalized cause lyrically on a scale of one to ten I'm twenty-five Chorus [Canibus] Yo, yo, a little bit of weed and some Henessey got me ready to set it with kinetic energy See I need much more energy then my enemies If I wanna make more Bill's then Bellamy So I could be on MTV with women constantly tellin me I resemble Billy Dee I make fly rhymes to get my name on the scene Then when I'm on the scene I do shows to get the green Then I take the green, buy a automobile machine for that thing on page 43, in Jet Magazine Canibus is the ultimate executioner's dream Swingin the guillotine, cause whenever the head is severed from the human body with a sharp enough weapon the brain remains conscious for ten seconds Long enough for me to give you one last message And when you get to Hell you can tell Lucifer I said it Don't ever get it confused, fuckin with Canibus the human Rubix Cube like you got somethin to prove Yo, whoever grabs the mic after me'll get booed Get everything in the club thrown at you and your crew From Moet bottles to bar stools, fruits and foods You got a album out, you get hit with your CD too Runnin outside, cryin, lyin, denyin that you ain't The Gay Rapper, but you got fucked by him What's the difference? Y'all niggaz still ain't in lyrical fitness Too busy mixin your bid'ness with your bitches While I be in the lab composin forbidden scriptures So wicked I got, Satan ejaculatin on his fingers Like Dirk Diggler, in the middle of +Boogie Nights+ Sniffin white, livin the hype, he ruined his life But I'm a MC of a different type, yeah that's right Make sure your shit is tight, or I'ma snatch yo' mic, nigga! Chorus |
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from Canibus - Can-I-Bus (1998)
[Canibus]
Approximately fifty years ago under the direction of President Harry Truman and in the interest of national security A group of twelve top military scientific personnel were established This group's primary objective was to desensitize us to the truth And to suppress the material evidence that our planet is being visited by a group of extraterrestrial biological entities called the grays Tune in to channel zero (8X) [Canibus] Yo, sometimes the road to the truth is, so elusive it's confusin And reality becomes illusion If I showed the masses where we was at or where we was goin I'd shatter the social balance of the world as we know it I'm talkin bout the grand deception, of 1947 When our souls were sold to the heavens for technologically advanced weapons Crystal enhanced, brain implants, and mind control methods MJ-12 is not majestic And the focal point of our problems on this planet are not domestic You can accept it or be stupid and be a skeptic and fail to recognize the secret society's deathwish Ninety-seven percent of our Presidents were Masons Responsible for launderin trillions of dollars from the nation for the construction of underground military installations Abductions and cattle mutilations Experiments on human patients can take place in several subterranean bases A hundred and fifty stories below a basement With knowledge of genetic information, you need to fear science not Satan Cause through the manipulation of certain biological agents they create strange creations Top secret special operations Low frequency sounds and lasers, people like Carl Sagan that didn't believe in the Drake equation were tryin to keep Western civilization on the need-to-know basis Well you need to know that this is a game and we're bein betrayed and played in the worst way Tune in to channel zero (8X) [Canibus] Yo, the holy script from Genesis 1-26 says, "Let us make man in our image under our likeness" First of all who's THEY? You see if God was truly a single entity that's not what he would say We as the Elohim, Gods and Goddesses posess a marvelously monsterous subconscious Lifeforms that speak, in very high pitched sounds and squeaks Short staccato clicks and beeps A highly advanced form of speech Even though to us it seems like they only chatterin they teeth They used to swim deep in the oceans beneath Til they fins transformed into limbs and they started to creep Then they evolved into mammals with feet And walked right from the shorelines onto the beach They used gravity, cause it's actually the only force around that could slow time and the speed of light down The energy grid network, opened the gateway from Earth to any point in the universe Livin organisms and various, geomagnetic gravitational, anomaly areas Space expedition teams in the lunar regions reported seein, decapyramids and tetrahedrons Liquid filled shoes, is what they used to walk across the moon without leavin a clue of where they been for the past twenty-three billion years Before life on the surface even appeared I hope you become aware what I'm spittin in your ear was intended to stimulate your left-brain's hemisphere I know it sounds weird, all these motherfuckin answers and questions to the grand deception Tune in to channel zero (16X) |
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from Canibus - Can-I-Bus (1998)
"I-I-I, want, to.."
"G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded" "G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded" "Get re-Get re-Get retarded" "G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded" "I, want, to.." "G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded" [Canibus] Yo -- niggaz is phony frontin like they Master of Ceremonies None of you suckers are even remotely close to me To be nice I sacrifice things like no sleep I keep a library of lyrics on microfiche Creating concepts so deep, niggaz quote me They rewind and interpret my rhymes to they homies I did things beyond your flows, eons ago It's inevitable in ninety-eight I'ma blow Ever since eighty-four, I've been in it to win it But see back then we used to battle by spinnin on the ce-ment You can't even absorb the rhymes I record or resolve the deep laws of the physics involved I travel to the end of the universe and beyond Parsecs, out of range from a cellular StarTec From the galaxy of Andromeda; I puzzle niggaz like crop circles and other unexplained phenomena Chorus: Canibus Aiyyo, nine out of ten of these rap artists is garbage "G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded" You spineless, rhymeless, niggaz is heartless "Get re-Get re-Get retarded" Aiyyo, I came to see that hip-hop is never tarnished "G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded" So I {*echoes*} "I, want, to.." "G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded" [Canibus] Aiyyo, all I really want is you niggaz to stop bitin All I really want is you niggaz to start writin All I really want is you niggaz to be original and start spittin some lyrical shit that I can listen to You haven't written the perfect rhyme yet You don't even know the sequences to the Human Genome Project You haven't come to terms with your God yet And you refuse to believe in Unidentified Flyin Objects When I bomb shit, I get retarded; probably more than you bargained I'm talkin about rippin mic off your arm shit Hype shit, blow up a mic shit, you might get beat the fuck up in broad daylight with a nighstick To the British, I'm Ghandi To the Japanese I'm an American pilot flyin over Nagasaki To the AIDS patient I'm your last antibody Sittin and waitin for a cure from modern biology Chorus [Canibus] Yo I be lookin directly into the human eye to see if you pussy And completely ruin your ability to lie to me I pull a nine on a bully, cock back the cannon God damnit, I don't think you fully understand it Ask nine out of ten niggaz on the planet who the best is, the question'll go unanswered til I step up, to the front line with rhymes Revin my engines like they were powered by Lemans Murderin niggaz with lyrics manufactured within my DNA's double-helix, I leave you in troubled spirits I'm absolutely the purest, breed of MC from the United States of America to Europe I deserve it However you wanna word it, I'm perfect Touch my microphone on accident and get murdered on purpose Motherfucker! "I, want, to.." "G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded" Chorus "G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded" "Get re-Get re-Get retarded" "G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded" "G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded" |
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from Canibus - Can-I-Bus (1998)
[Canibus]
I never freestyle for free, without chargin niggaz a fee It'll cost a brain cell just to cypher with me I'm the type of MC, that rocks for the glory I don't give a fuck if you ignore me or camcord me Freestyle or written, spittin with infinite ammunition for anybody tryin to go the distance I promise ya no less than a hundred-thousand kilometres My bomb threats'll have you evacuatin your continent I'm barbaric with the alphanumeric Hittin you with lyrics that separates your body from your spirit This is for wack niggaz doin shows and shit Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controllin it (Rakim: "Drop the mic, you shouldn't be holdin it") Chorus: Panama P.I. I roll with the wildest niggaz West Indian Island niggaz, unemployed jobless niggaz The foulest niggaz, who never smile at niggaz Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced niggaz [Canibus] We savages, snatchin microphones from amateurs Cause like women who get abortions, I ain't havin it I rip you, my metaphor content, will split you into little, powderlike crystals, so I can sniff you What I say should be displayed at the Smithsonian Your rhymes are phonier than cubic zirconias Have you any idea what I do to crews like you How many niggaz in my career, I ran through? Comin afta ya, blastin ya, with the shotgun like a front seat passenger You must be askin fa', some sort of a massacre I'll attack ya cardiovascular Shatter you like glass in automobile crashes when I smash that ass into blackberry molasses Rip your speaker to ashes, and kick a hole in it cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controllin it Chorus: Panama P.I. You see I roll with the wildest niggaz West Indian Island niggaz, unemployed jobless niggaz The foulest niggaz, who never smile at niggaz Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced niggaz See I roll with the wildest niggaz West Indian Island niggaz, unemployed jobless niggaz The foulest niggaz, who never smile at niggaz Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced niggaz [Canibus] I'm the illest lyricist in America -- MC's can't see me cause I'm too quick, for the human retina to regista I roll up on ya crew quicker than long sleeves At a +Speed+ that would confuse Keanu Reeves So ask yourself, who am I? I'm the illest MC that you ever seen in your fuckin life I hop into the backseat of a cab and rhyme til the meter says 9, 9, 9, 9 Line for line I battle any kind of MC at any time whether they signed or unsigned Wit many lines, more lines than a million pair of Adidas More lines than the bible quoted from Jesus More lines than a African herd of zebras Niggaz just ain't fuckin wit the 'cannabis seteva' This is for ALL you niggaz doin shows and shit Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controllin it (Rakim: "Drop the mic, you shouldn't be holdin it") Chorus: Panama P.I. See I roll with the wildest niggaz West Indian Island, unemployed jobless niggaz The foulest niggaz, who never smile at niggaz Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced niggaz See I roll with the wildest niggaz West Indian Island, unemployed jobless niggaz The foulest niggaz, who never smile at niggaz Some hostile violent .. chemically ..imbalanced ..nigga! |
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from Canibus - Can-I-Bus (1998)
(skit first 30 seconds of song, speaking over "Rip Rock" instrumental)
Yo whassup, wassup son? (Oh are y'all ready? Y'all ready?) Yea yea yea we ready Whassup, whassup son? Whassup, what's the deal? Yeah yeah Yeah, aight, so... so all we gotta do is do the shit we've been workin on Word When we add this new, Canibus nigga, yaknowhatI'msayin {Yeah, yeah} Niggaz gonna feel that nigga Oh, that's the old to the new! The old to the new! (Yo, that's gon' bring us back, that's gon' bring us back) That's gonna bring us back (Yeah that's gon' blow) Aight? So let's... so let's work on this shit {*clears throat*} Y'all ready? Two times, from the top {*goes into an old school style rap*} I hold the mic (YEAH) real tight (YEAH) And yo grab the mic and make the shit sound tight Hold the mic (YEAH) real tight (YEAH) And yo, grab the mic and make the shit sound tight Chorus: Jenny Fujita The hype.. nitis.. is in.. your eyes That look.. that smile.. in disguise {echoes} (Canibus) Aiyyo, can you feel it? I know that everybody's heard of that (The Vapors!) But this is the ninety-eight version of that BizMark, one of the founders of this art Discovered evidence, of the disease, and documented it Now the name of the virus is called 'Hype-Nitis' A terminal condition that effects all biters and liars Hype-no-holics can't require my respect Cause they snakes and I can smell the venom on they breath Hype-Nitis Chorus (Canibus) All right now, I'm about to break the Hype-Nitis down It's characterized by a certain type of lifestyle People that treated you foul just wanna be nice now Smile and raise they eyebrows when you come around I remember when I first started to work and tried to get this job as a label intern Them niggaz was, killing me, cause wasn't nobody feeling me A&R's wouldn't even risk demo-dealing me {speaking over chorus} Can you believe that shit? That's how it was back then Chorus (Canibus) Aiyyo, I know most the niggaz I exchange pounds with or lounge with wouldn't be around if my career was spiralling downward They'd crowd around me 'til I'm surrounded Ask me who I'm down with, 'til I replied, "The Navy Seals outfit" They told me my album was coconuts so they rewound it I knew they was hype-no-holics by how they voices sounded I pull a silver can out of my trousers Made a public announcement, about the Hype juice and then I bounced kid {echoes} Chorus (Canibus) To me hype-Nitis is like the measles, cause it's a disease too Studies show it affects one in every five people It's so lethal, the cure can't be achieved through hypodermic needles or the ingestion of medicine in teaspoons If you feel the need to, here's a toll-free number They'll send you an eight page pamphlet to read through (800)-7932 , there'll be available hype-no-holics Standing by for you to speak to {echoes} Chorus (Jenny Fujita) The hype.. |
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from Canibus - Can-I-Bus (1998)
We'll never part (through) sickness and health (health)
You are my heart -- I love you more than I love myself (Yeahayyeahh) But in the middle of the night I heard you cryin in your sleep it'll be alright I'll be there for you (just for you) if you tell me all your secrets Yet in the middle of the night I heard you cryin in your sleep I held you tight I'll be there for you (youuooooh) if you tell me all your secrets Aiyyo, boy meets girl, boy really likes her Boy loses contact with girl but he finds her Girl has no clue that boy is a liar, and he has no honor So she dates him regardless, cause she thought he was harmless And he had her believin he was the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with -- the words "I love you" are priceless, unpredictable like rollin dice is None-the-less, inspite of the frightenin repercussions you might get, people still risk they necks Of course it's nice, the feelin of courtship, roses and stuff Women never get it often enough And the reason people love they mother so much besides the fact she carried you for nine months, is trust It's a five letter word, that should only occur between him and her before the bees and the birds (WORD!) Aiyyo I heard a soft moan in the middle of March Then I felt a powerful force push me forward like a dart On your mark, get set, GO! I was off, flagella was my propellor wigglin back and forth Then I set a course for the border Mother Nature's karma callin me to the rock of Gibraltar The competition tried to be smart, but I was smarter My competitors were swimmin fast, so I swam harder Submerged in water, prayin to my heavenly father If I don't make it through I'm a goner Screamin out "Death before dishonor," Because I'm awesomely stronger, my stamina last longer I was destined to be a son instead of a daughter XY is the male chromosomal order One'll stay alive, and survive, the rest'll be dead Cause I'ma be the one to fertilize that egg {echoes} In the middle of the night I heard you cryin in your sleep I held you tight I'll be there for you.. if you tell me all your secrets Aiyyo mommy I'm up in your stomach, buggin Whenever you rub it, I love it Like a comforters covers you warm as a oven Your husband -- stubborn, how can you love him? Smokin cigarettes by the dozen when he knows that I'm comin Bad move, you hopin that daddy improves Knowin in your heart that's bull, because he's too cruel You've been abused, used, you've got, wounds and scars Think with your mind not with your heart, let's go to grandma's Terminate the lease, call the landlord Give your job two weeks notice, pack up the car, and go to New York What part? They got a little borough called The Bronx, Mom.. And I heard that's where hip-hop is gonna start Hell yeah! I think we need to be right there Four months in your stomach and I already chose a career When you cry, I hear, and I wish I could dry your tears but I can't cause I'm stuck in here Five months from bein able to lay against your chest I can't even hold you in my arms, cause they ain't developed yet But I swear to you, as to God's Almighty Truth I'ma be there for you.. I'ma be there for you.. Tell me! (Tell me all your secrets) All.. all.. (Tell me all your secrets) And I will be there for you (Tell me all your secrets) Tell me your secrets (Tell me all your secrets) Oooohoooh, tell me.. (Tell me all your secrets) |
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from Canibus - Can-I-Bus (1998)
Hey, this is Steve Harvey
And I want to thank this brother For inviting me to be a part of this project Preacher's Son, Vol.1 And it is music the way I love music It is soothing, it is grooving It is the truth, it's old, it's new It's for everybody Kinda reminds me of when you And your mamma used to sit around And listen to the same songs This is one of the cool soldiers of hip-hop My man, Wyclef Jean, do your thang |
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from Canibus - Can-I-Bus (1998)
[Canibus]
Yo, yo If you just listen to my lyrics every day for a couple of weeks My techniques will eventually kill you just like red meat The Bhagavad Gita beliefs I speak be so deep Most critics get mad because there's nothin to critique Whenever I'm rappin or rhymin with irrefutably remarkable timin I'm like, Charlie Chaplin pantomimin If you John Blaze, or you James Flames or you Jack Cremation, I'm Jermaine Propane (Jermaine Propane) No pain no gain in this rap game For the fortune and fame in order to remain Most real MC's, learn to adapt to the change or get washed away like tears in the rain, in the rain y'all Chorus: Wyclef, Product, Pras [Clef] Just ride, just ride, ah just ride e'rybody just ride Just ride, just ride, ah just ride e'rybody just ride [Pro] When you in the streets and you're drivin in your V if you can see what I see, you're prepared for the jackers [Can] Old school, old school [Pras] Everybody got to pack a mac now [Canibus] Yo, if you wanna know, how I kick a flow when I rip a show, with my lyric-al, I'ma let you know It's difficult, cause I'm a part spiritual, part para-physical miracle And I'ma blackout in a minute too Spittin like Bone-Thugs like "Nigga-what? I'm-fin-to-get-a-gun and stick-em-up" then crush a Thug's Bones with a chrome slug The black Cyrano DeBergerac of rap with the ghetto Anglo-Sax' poetic syntax In fact, nigga don't even give me dap when I see you Just don't give me no ice grill eye contact either When you see me, whylin like Beenie on the speakers "Zim zimma -- who got the fire for my reefa?" Chorus: Product, Pras, Wyclef [Pro] You came home from a bid a nigga was in your crib And the whole time you thought your girl was celebate [Can] Old school old school [Pras] You locked up and she need some di-ick [Clef] Just ride, just ride, ah just ride e'rybody just ride Just ride in the hood, just ride, all my .. uh, ah just ride [Canibus] Yo physically I move at a velocity that'll break your stopwatch if you clockin me My concrete jungle is like Jumanji Iller than what you seen in the cinema A five foot eight, nigga with more horsepower than eight cylinders My brain consists of twin Pentium chips Double the clock speeds of a 586 And nothin about my physical matrix is BASIC I kick flavor beyond what your tongue is capable of tastin You'll be so surprised you won't believe your own eyes It's like a Jamaican seein the snow for the first time Rhymes of a sort, that distort space and time It's like explainin color to a man that was born blind Chorus: Product [Pro] Crimes on the street, come from a lack of eatin It's not my cup of tea, but I'll give them the BEST Motherfuckin BEST And if you still out here I kick yo' ass tomorrow [Can] Old school, old school (c'mon!) [Pro] And if you still out here, I kick yo' ass tomorrow [Can] Old school, old school (c'mon y'all) [Pro] Frontin like you buyin food but you buyin crack bottles [Wyclef] Ah just ride, ah just ride Everybody in the East just ride Ah just ride, ah just ride Everybody in the West just ride Ah to the South, down South Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ah just ride |
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from Canibus - Can-I-Bus (1998)
Chorus: {samples} + [Canibus]
"N", "I", "G-G", "A" [Nometry] "N", "I", "G-G", "A" [Nometry] "N", "I", "G-G", "A" [Nometry] [Nigganometry, nigga-nom-nom-nometry] "N", "I", "G-G", "A" [Nometry] "N", "I", "G-G", "A" [Nometry] "N", "I", "G-G", "A" [Nometry] [Nigganometry, nigga-nom-nom-nometry] [Canibus] Now if a bitch sucks yo' dick, for five dollars per square inch and gets forty dollars, includin a five dollar tip How big was the dick she just sucked? (Say what?) Say how big was the dick she just sucked? (What?) If you a nigga with a watch, that's iced out with enough rocks to make the hottest room temperature drop How long will it take for you to get robbed? (Say what?) How long will it be before you get robbed? (What?) Now if your song played on the radio for the first time four days ago, now the shit is rotational Who got paid off to play it? (I ain't scared to say it) Say who the fuck got paid off to play it? (I ain't scared to say shit) If you sign a recordin deal for less than a quarter mill' and your advance is a hundred-thousand dollar automobile I know the vehicle was probably beautiful (Yeah it's tight) But did you ask your lawyer if it was recoupable? It's nigganometry.. {echoes} Chorus: {all except first line} [Canibus] You had five shots of coke and vodka, then you convinced your designated driver to smoke a pound of marijuana How the hell you gonna get home? Say how the fuck you gonna drive yourself home? You got a mansion, a Benz, a Bentley and a Range and ain't none of that shit in your government name What pieces of property do you own? (You don't own nothin) What pieces of property do you really own? You don't own a god damn thing, nigguh) Now if you take a glass of water then add two cubes of ice you should see the cup's water level slightly rise, right? You need to watch what I'ma show you (Watch this) You need to look closely at what I'ma show you (Listen to this right here) If you remove every living animal out of the sea then wouldn't the world's ocean water level decrease? This means the planet wasn't three-quarters water (that was deep) This means the planet wasn't three-quarters water (that shit was deep) It's nigganometry... {sample of Big Bird from Sesame Street cut and scratched saying "N"} "Hey, I've been sitting here trying to think of what we can do with this here letter 'L'..." "F", "U", "C", "K", "L-L.." |
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from Canibus - Can-I-Bus (1998)
[Featuring Free]
Canibus: I make your bitch crew shit stools I put a pistol in your mouth to pull Then I feed you to the pit bulls Don't even talk about guns The only 9 you got is a 5 dollar bill and 4 ones So I don't give a fuck what none of ya'll niggas say Cause anything that can't penetrate ricochets Rhyming with me on a record? You might as well have died and went to hell instead of heaven cause my rhyme weapon Is like a medieval torture method Your 4 limbs tied to four horses all pulling in different directions In this profession I get busy without a question Seeing me is like seeing a vampire's reflection Fast or slow flows connect like electrodes I make cassette tape decks blow when I'm in wreck-mode Explode leaving areas abandoned With more radiation behind than spots u.f.o.s landed in Male Voice: Is that all soldier? Canibus: Yes, sir! Male Voice: Is there anything you need? Canibus: No, sir! Male Voice: Report back to me before the briefing. At ease! Canibus: Are you a Navy Seal? Free: Yes, sir! Canibus: Then say it like you mean it! Tell them who Free from the Navy Seal Team is! Free: Free be the one rocking shit Special operatives Specializing in weapons diagnostic My survival tactics be drastic Like Rambo I'm straggling niggas with my bow and arrow elastic Whoever said you couldn't be 5 feet and thoroughbred Never witnessed the cerebal cortex in my head How many gigabytes does your hard drive hold? Or does your hard drive fold ?once the signal hits the node? Beyond mission control the theory behind your thought Marie Antoinette, behead me, I still rock While you choke and suffocate I'll be on testosterone I'm known to breaking levels down to the values unknown A specimen with extraterrestrial estrogen Kick your intestines in Sell your testicles to Mexicans I bring the force like a nutcracker Annihilate rhyme hackers Navy Seal linebacker The last set of pits remain unclaimed So if you buck against Free you better tattoo your name on your teeth I disintegrate those that oppose Disintegrate hoes with they assholes in they nose I suppose you wanna run your mouth like ?acasinette? I put bitch niggas to rest in a bitch bassinet Canibus: Is that all soldier? Free: Yes, sir! Canibus: Is there anything you need? Free: No, sir! Canibus: Report back to me after the briefing. At ease! Canibus: Are you a patriot? Sir, yes sir! Then say it like you mean it! Tell them who Canibus from the Navy Seal Team is! I'm the meanest muthafucka on this whole Navy Seal team And I can kill anything if it bleeds or breathes Calling all bitch ass niggas and bitch ass bitches I got a ?howitzer? bigger than any 4/5 is Rapping is a raw business But as an individual I'm as different as anybody's fingerprint is ?And foreign is a form of the antonym? Put me in the same category you would put Marilyn Manson in Bugging like a satanic evangelist Jogging butt-naked down Sunset Boulevard in Los Angeles Every MC in your crew will get ruined or wounded You talk the bullshit and you to scared to do shit I'm the type of nigga that will prove it Produce shit I spent so much time in the studio I had to move in A soldier, who his practices West Indian opia I can drink the poison from a king cobra Cause long after ya'll are dead and gone I'll survive the nuclear holocaust like a roach ? Male Voice: Is that all soldier? Canibus: Sir, yes sir! Male Voice: Is there anything you need? Canibus: No, sir! Male Voice: Report back to me after the briefing. At ease! |
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from Canibus - Can-I-Bus (1998)
[Canibus]
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon, c'mon! Rock! {*echoes*} Rock! Rock! Rock! Verse One: Canibus Jump up and down if you love the sound We Rip and Rock until we tear shit down Rip Rock stands for Hip-Hop mixed with Rock'n'Roll I'm hardcore to my inner soul Hold on as I swerve outta control Directly into the unknowns of a black hole All my real niggaz, with fucked up neurotransmitters wavin glocks and swastikas I'ma take twenty shots of this hard liquor and swigga, til I'm drunk as the Pississippi River Even though I know the shit is fuckin up my liver Tomorrow when I wake up, I won't even remember {"Rock!"} how I got home - or where I got this tattoo of a mic on my arm from Or when I fucked them bitches last night, I shoulda used a condom (I guess not) Now that's what I call Rip Rock! Chorus One: Canibus Rip, Rock, Rip (c'mon) Rock Rip, Rock, Rip (c'mon) Rock Rip, Rock, Rip (c'mon) Rock Rip (c'mon) .. Rock! (yeah) {repeat Chorus One} Chorus Two: Canibus (repeat 2X) You want Rock'n'Roll? (We got it) You want Hip-Hop? (We got it) You wanna wreck shop? (We got it) We got it got it We got it got it got it {*guitar interlude - like a heavy metal snake charmer's song*} [Canibus] C'mon! {*echoes*} Rock! Rock! Rock! Rock! Verse Two: Canibus Yo, I want you to sucker-punch whoever you standin next to if you ready to rock with a ReFugee rebel A Navy Seal underwater in a submarine vessel Shittin on niggaz above sea level I'm tired of you MC's talkin bout loot (LOOT!) I'm tired of you corny drug-induced rap groups (GROUPS!) I'm tired of the lies, the cries, the screams Tired of gettin my name misspelled in magazines {"Rock!"} I'm tired of you two-faced disc jockeys Non-believers, suckin on my arch enemy's penis You know who you are, I'm talkin to you You need to recognize I'm tryin to introduce somethin new Somethin I would sacrifice my life or die for Somethin if I was already dead I would rise for Somethin that would make a fool a hundred times wiser Somethin that will help all mankind to prosper I die with laughter, lookin at you wack MC's with your craft unmastered, bastards Hip-Hop in it's rarest form, crossbreeded with Rock'N'Roll, now Rip Rock is born, motherfuckers! Chorus One Chorus Two [Canibus] C'mon! {*echoes*} C'mon! C'mon c'mon c'mon! {*echoes*} (Yeah!) C'mon! {*echoes*} C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon! {*echoes*} (Yeah!) C'mon! Rip Rooooooooooooooooooock! |
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from Canibus - Can-I-Bus (1998)
[Mike Tyson]
Yo Canibus man, whassup man? I caught you on that cut with Wyclef man - you were boomin But I caught these foul slouch-ass niggaz, youknowmean? Talkin foul bout you the other night on the corner of the boulevard man - I wasn't with that but I ain't know you well enough to defend you though right? But you seem like you got true game But.. peep game man, they've been playin me all my life man You know I won the title a couple of times, did right, youknowmean? But they can't hurt us man, we gon' do it Get up in this ring man put on these gloves Let me show how to handle yourself man You don't got nobody out there with you I gots to show you man, get up in there move that head man Come on to me man, but when you come man you gotta come for blood man Come up to me man, come on bust that nigga whole man Niggaz talkin that shit about you.. Hey Mike Tyson here speakin with the Canibus man over here Yo Canibus your main objective out here is to do nuttin but eat eat eat eat MC's, for lunch, breakfast Hey man they been playin me all my life man You know I won the title a couple of times did right No but they can't hurt us man We gonna do it, get up in this ring man, put on these gloves Let me show you how to handle this yourself man [Canibus] So I'ma let the world know the truth, you don't want me to shine You studied my rhyme, then you laid your vocals after mine That's a bitch move, somethin that a homo rapper would do So when you say that you +Platinum+, you only droppin +Clue's+ I studied your background, read the book that you wrote Researched your footnotes, bout how you used to sniff coke Frontin like a drug-free role model, you disgust me I know bitches that seen you smoke weed recently You walk around showin off your body cause it sells Plus to avoid the fact that you ain't got skills Mad at me cause I kick that shit real niggaz feel While 99% of your fans wear high heels From Ice-T to Kool Moe Dee to Jay-Z Now you wanna fuck with me? You must be crazy! You drippin with wack juice, and you can't get it off You betta be prepard to finish what you start, nigga [Referee] Hey hey hey hey, you just hold it right there (Yo, get off me man) We got an illegal low blow on the fighter in the blue trunks (Yo, yo get the fuck off me man) If I see one more of those, you're outta here brotha (Yo get out my way man, yo he started this shit) You understand? (Fuck you!) You'll be disqualified (I'll bite that nigga again!) Stop bein a bitch (Get the fuck off me man!) We came to see a fight [Mike Tyson] Yo Canibus man you gotta hit harder than that man You don't want no bitch ass niggaz hangin out wit me man We're warriors man, when we go into battle we come out, or don't come out at all [Canibus] Yo You better give me the respect that I deserve or I'ma take it by force Blast you with a 45 colt, make you summersault Shock you with a couple hundred thousand volt thunderbolts Before you wanted a war, now you wanna talk It's about who strikes the hardest, not who strikes first That's why I laugh when I hear that wack ass verse That shit was the worse [pause] rhyme I ever heard in my life cause the greatest rapper of all time died on March 9th God bless his soul rest in peace kid It's because of him now at least I know +What Beef+ is It's not what I would call this (nah) see this is somethin different A faggot nigga tryin ta make a livin offa dissin Somebody that he gotta know is betta than him but he feelin himself, cause he got more cheddar than him Well lemme tell you somethin, you might got mo' cash then me But you ain't got the skills to eat a nigga's ass like me And if you really want to show off, we can get it on Live in front of the cameras on your own sitcom I'll let you kick a verse, fuck it, I'll let you kick em all I'll even wait for the studio audience to applaud [cheers] Now watch me rip the tat from your arm Kick you in the groin, stick you for your Vanguard award In front of your mom your 1st, 2nd and 3rd born Make your wife get on the horn call Minister Farrakhan So he could persuade me to squash it, I saw naw he started it He forgot what a hardcore artist is A hardcore artist is a dangerous man, such as myself trained to run 20 miles in soft sand On or off land, programmed to kick hundreds of bars off hand from a lost and forgotten land, you done did it man You done spitted some wack shittit And probably thought that because it's been a minute I'll forget it Fuck that, cause like Common and Cube I see +The Bitch In Yoo+ and I'ma make the world see it too, motherfucker [Referee] Ladies and gentelman, we have a new lyrical weight champion By second round knock out, 3 minutes and 40 seconds Can-i-bus [Mike Tyson] Yo Canibus man, you movin like Mike Tyson Jr. man You in and out and you're agile with you flow man But dig right, you got you gotta eat man, that's your name Canibus Your whole agenda is to eat these niggaz man They have no business to be in the same stage with you holdin the mic with you But dig right... But dig right... But dig right... But dig right... Hey Mike Tyson here speakin with the Canibus man over here Yo Canibus your main objective out here is to do nuttin but eat eat eat eat MC's for lunch, breakfast, dinner That's your agenda baby Your your agenda to to consume them Their whole existance, they can't exist in your presence The Canibus is here to rule forever Mike Tyson, on the death |
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from Canibus - Can-I-Bus (1998)
Artist: Canibus
Album: Can-I-Bus Song: What's Going On Producer: L.G. Time: 3:52 (Intro: sample) "What's.. what's.." "What's going on? What's going on?" (4X) (Canibus) The club scene is a regular hangout spot for unclean Women in tight jeans, fronting like queens Chicken heads, who should be home taking care of their eggs Instead, they're always in the club flirting with men Now, I don't care about them hypenoholic bitches All I'm concerned with is who's bringing their burners in to burn niggas While security practice is a mediocre precaution Niggas is still stealthily sneaking their firearms in Often, niggas be acting like they're marksmen But couldn't hit a stationary object So, how you gonna hit a moving target? Especially if you alcoholic The party was coconuts until you spoiled it Nigga, what's going on? Chorus: Canibus "samples") "What's going on? What's going on?" What's going on these days? Can't do no Hip Hop shows without the gunplay "What's going on? What's going on?" What's going on? Why is everybody packing? "While you rapping, I'm busy trying to sneak the gat in" -> Havoc "What's going on? What's going on?" What's goin on these days? Can't do no hip-hop shows without the gunplay "What's going on? What's going on?" Before you blaze, think about the lives at stake "You got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place" -> Biggie (Canibus) Aiyo The other night I seen some kid getting loud, running his mouth 'Til somebody pulled the damn thing out, then shots rang out This nigga in front of me got his back blown out On the floor, with a piece of his small intestines hanging out I had to scream on the bouncers to carry him out They said, "Nah, them niggas is still busting in the crowd" Then they ducked down close to the ground, as the bullets whizzed by Praying to Allah, 'cause they don't wanna die But neither do I, fuck it, I gotta be here As a rap artist, it's a vital part of my career I swear, y'all niggas need to chill with that Bringing your handguns to every goddamn club I perform at Everything from semi-autos to MACs Chrome or black, plastic gats and all that Believe it or not, the government wants that So they can use that as an excuse to shut down rap What's going on? Chorus (Canibus) All of my Hip Hop niggas should feel what I'm speaking upon A subject that was touched by Nas and Pharoahe Monch Bullets, being shot from guns, guns being carried by thugs Who come to the clubs, to shed blood Bear in mind, that every time a nigga reaches for chrome He jeopardizes more lives than his own To some this record ain't even relevant, until you experience How a bullet can shatter your dreams in a millisec' By some thug cats, who didn't take that By busting a gat, they could render somebody handicapped And trapped, in a wheelchair over nothing With the gift of walking and running snatched from them What the fuck is going on? (Chorus to fade) |
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from Wyclef Jean - Carnival (1998)
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 |
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from Office Space (뛰는 백수 나는 건달) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999)
(Canibus)
Yo 6 o'clock every morning you waking up yawning To the sound of your alarm clock alarm About an hour from now You should be at the place of employment Which is annoying cause it's so boring Your co-workers are talking too loud for you to ignore them It affects your occupational performance You wonder why your work load is so enormous Because your boss just laid off three quarters of the whole office People get depressed, they get ulcers From the stress that the corporate environment causes Regardless of how you ultimately wanna solve this Seems to me like you've got one of four choices: You could take a new job offer for more chips Stick it out a little longer or forfeit But my advice to anybody that wants to quit It'll feel much better if you say it like this: (Biz Markie) Take this job and shove it I ain't workin here no more Take this job and shove it I ain't workin here no more Take this job and shove it I ain't workin here no more Take this job, take this job, take this job and shove it (Canibus) Yo, if your boss is a S-O-B Tell him to S-H-O-V-E the J-O-B Put your middle finger up slowly Put it close enough to his face so he can examine it closely Say I ain't workin here no more Who do you think you are? Rip your apron off, throw it on the floor Run to the door, to the payphone Make a toll-free call Tell your spouse what happened and where you are So they can come and get you in the car later on And help you search for a new 9 to 5 job If the unemployment line ain't that long You can take your time printin out W-9 forms Eventually, you'll get on if you try hard enough And you'll get money if you keep punchin your time card enough Maybe you hate it, maybe you love it But if you hate it all you gotta do is get mad and tell the boss to (Biz Markie) Take this job and shove it I ain't workin here no more Take this job and shove it I ain't workin here no more Take this job and shove it I ain't workin here no more Take this job, take this job, take this job and shove it (Canibus) Yo, some occupations are like slave gigs The boss is favored and get placed in something spacious While the most hated get placed in some small cubicle spaces Or get thrown down in the basement, get your stapler confiscated You constantly waitin for a paycheck Twelve months passed by and you still ain't get paid yet Here's a optimistic motto If you ever late for today you could say you early for tomorrow Most 9 to 5 |
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from Canibus - 2000 B.C. (2000)
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? 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from Canibus - 2000 B.C. (2000)
[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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from Canibus - 2000 B.C. (2000)
[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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from Canibus - 2000 B.C. (2000)
[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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from Canibus - 2000 B.C. (2000)
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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from Canibus - 2000 B.C. (2000)
[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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from Canibus - 2000 B.C. (2000)
[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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from Canibus - 2000 B.C. (2000)
(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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from Canibus - 2000 B.C. (2000)
(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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from Canibus - 2000 B.C. (2000)
[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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from Canibus - 2000 B.C. (2000)
[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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from Canibus - 2000 B.C. (2000)
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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from Canibus - 2000 B.C. (2000)
[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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from Canibus - 2000 B.C. (2000)
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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from Sticky Fingaz - Blacktrash/ The Autobiography Of Kirk Jones (2001)
(feat. Canibus, Guess Who, Rah Digga, Redman)
[Rah Digga] Yeah, State vs. Kirk Jones, Judge Battle now residing Got a case of armed robbery that ended up in violence Maximum sentence, life in jail's what you're facin Prosecution set it with your opening statement [Canibus] Your honor, before we get started I'd like to give my condolences to the family of the dearly departed Tyrone survived by his mother Barbara His two year old daughter T'wanna And the baby's mamma Sandra [He's a murderer! That animal killed my baby's father!] [Rah Digga] Order in the court! [Canibus] I'm sorry for the outburst your honor I have an original copy of the police report January the 4th the day that Kirk Jones got caught The forensic report states there was a gun in the car And gunpowder residue on Mr. Jones' right arm Baliff, could you please pass this report to Judge Battle Mr. Fitzpatrick there's a few questions I'd like to ask you You said you was outside the store in Manhattan So could you please tell this court what you saw happened [Superb] Yeah he killed Tyrone I saw everything, the argument, how son drawed, hose and everything The worst shit I saw in my life I wanna testify I swear before God it was Kirk Jones, no lie [Canibus] Did you see that man in court today? Do you think that you could point him out? [Superb] Yes that's him right there [Canibus] Are you sure? [Superb] Yeah without a doubt Same nigga that took my Pumas but I aint hold no grudge Remembered his foul ass when I saw the blood [Canibus] You stated you had a run in with Kirk Jones before In your opinion is he the type that would rob a jewelry store? [Redman] Your honor, objection! His opinion should be stricken from the record! [Rah Digga] Objection sustained, prosecution next question [Canibus] I'd like to call my next eyewitness Mr. Paul Dejour Paul could tell us what happened inside the store? [Scarred 4 Life] Yeah, it was about 20 past, I saw the S class Pull up in the reflection in the mirror in the store glass And quicker that you could say, nigga kiss my ass He hopped out of the passenger side wit a black ski mask I saw somebody run up in the store and order us on the floor Yo I swore I was a goner for sure He tried to snatch Tyrone's bracelet It just appraised to the twenty grand and Tyrone wouldn't let him take it [Canibus] Is that the moment when he shot him? [Scarred 4 Life] Yeah man that's when he popped him I was so scared I laid there, played possum He started to blast this way, til the gat was empty He took the gun handle and broke the glass display He emptied all of the trays and ran out the store And I watched Tyrone bleed to death on the floor I can't remember no more, that's all that... [Canibus] Okay, okay calm down I have no further questions your honor [Rah Digga] Court is now in session, now gettin back to business Pat Haley for defense please call your first witness [Redman] Yeah aight your honor, I call up Henry Lace He's the witness that I'm cross examinin for the case [Guess Who] Yeah I testify your honor, it was death by dishonor It was a crime committed, I swear to you I know who did it It happened so fast, I didn't see alot of it But I know for a fact he stuck a gun to his esophagus [Redman] Wait, wait, wait objection your honor, his statement's preposterous There was no weapons found, no sign of no hostages Remember Mr. Henry Lace you under oath [yeah I know] You lyin in the stand to get him fryin in the pan Now where was you the night you claim he shot Tyrone You and holmes had beef before Kirk got home Was you mad because he came home bangin your chick [what you talkin 'bout?] Got your boys out the hood now they slangin and shit I know you mad that's why you in court, turnin on him Kirk cold blooded killer wit no burner on him Come on you don't believe he murdered Tyrone I believe you wasn't there you just heard it by phone [Guess Who] Man you crazy man I was right there... [Redman- Yeah right... I read your rapsheet... Calm down, calm down, chill, chill, Kirk, Kirk... [Sticky Fingaz] No he wasn't! He's lyin! Fuck you you liar! Man fuck that he's lyin he wasn't even there man! [He killed Tyrone man! Fuck that!] No I didn't! Man he's lyin man! He's lyin [Rah Digga] Order in the court now I'm warning you defense Tell your client take it down, matter fact 'proach the bench Counsel in my chambers so that we can situate Let the jury be excused so they can go deliberate... [Sticky Fingaz] Yo man, Mr. Haley what kind of defense is this man! What you doin man?! She gon' fuckin hang me man! No! Sh-she's got it in for me I'm tellin you man! You promised you'd get me off man! [Rah Digga] In the case of the State vs. Kirk Jones you heard it Both sides testified and the jury reached a verdict GUILTY all counts from theft to murder one [Sticky Fingaz- Huh? Wha-wha-what?! GUILTY?!] By the time you gettin out you gon' have a grandson [Sticky Fingaz] Fuck you bitch I'll see you in hell bitch! Fuck that!! Fuck that!! Fuck, get off me! Fuck you Pat Haley!! [Rah Digga- What?! Get him out of my courtroom!!] Fuck the judge, fuck everybody!! [Rah Digga- Baliff, baliff remove him from my courtroom...] Fuck this shit!! I hope you all burn in hell!!! You're gonna die bitch!! Fuck you!!! [Rah Digga] You will spend the rest of your life in jail for this! You will be held for contempt of court, and anything else I can find that.... |
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from Canibus - Rip The Jacker (2003)
Artist: Canibus
Album: Rip the Jacker Song: Cemantics Producer: Stoupe Time: 3:40 (Canibus) Aight yo Let's talk about the incredible rap flow We can have a ‘Dinner for Five' with John Favreau See, it comes to me natural One of my integral attributes is to be lyrically tactful I can prove who's nice and who's not an emcee Through falsifiable scientific hypotheses In recent times I find it's never been about the rhymes The game is very politicized Those who sympathize with they hearts and minds Show hatred through the mouth, body language and eyes Sometimes I say to myself, ‘Why do I even try?' In spite of whatever happens I'll love it ‘til I die (Canibus) If you don't believe in other dimensions, you've been duped They're the main-ingredients in this cosmic soup See the mouse? Grab it! Edit the edges with Avid Is this the picture of a duck or a rabbit? You see ass and tits? Welcome to madness Please try to interpret the following passage Magneto-hydrodynamic mechanics Translated into Canibus' language you'll never understand it It's on when the crowd is cheering me on Waving their arms like they're doing Falun Gong Firearms three-quarters of a million troops strong In a single file line stretched out a mile long Thermodynamics of the second law Isolated physical systems lead toward greater disorder Across the dry desert in the featureless sand Water is secondary to the meaning of man I know but I won't tell It's more to the human race than polymers, proteins and protocells Chemical evolution L and D form sub-units That come from the love of Hip Hop and rap music (Canibus) The scourge of the words I attack the Earth with I bet you submerge dry and emerge wet, what you think? Confuse my shrink with English the publication refuses to print My daughter likes blue and my son likes pink, man, give me a drink What kind of world are we living in? I think it stinks Whatever life you live it's a quick sighted quiz If you perceive something to be real, maybe it is Force your kids to listen to Dead Prez before they go to bed Send them to school, put them in Special Ed Reinforce their paranoia of the fed's Make sure they grow dreads and they live on the edge The philosophy of the hard-knocks Pan-psychics sit on the block and attempt to talk to rocks In the projects where they harvest the human crop Organic robots that bleed when they get shot If you can survive or thrive in the Jamaican ghetto You deserve the Congressional Medal My heart goes out to all the young bloods The heart has reasons the mind knows not of From the first to the twelfth month I keep a twelve-pump in the trunk for the day when Hell comes Was invincible on the mic when I held one My motto was to blaze all and spare none "I came, I saw, I conquered": Now there's just an empty void Mic Club! Come holla at your boy! // |
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from Canibus - Rip The Jacker (2003)
Artist: Canibus
Album: Rip the Jacker Song: Genabis Producer: Stoupe Time: 4:12 (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, |
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from Canibus - Rip The Jacker (2003)
(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 |
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from Canibus - Rip The Jacker (2003)
Hey, this is Steve Harvey
And I want to thank this brother For inviting me to be a part of this project Preacher's Son, Vol.1 And it is music the way I love music It is soothing, it is grooving It is the truth, it's old, it's new It's for everybody Kinda reminds me of when you And your mamma used to sit around And listen to the same songs This is one of the cool soldiers of hip-hop My man, Wyclef Jean, do your thang |
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from Canibus - Rip The Jacker (2003)
Artist: Canibus
Album: Rip the Jacker Song: Levitibus Producer: Stoupe Time: 4:00 (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 |
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from Canibus - Rip The Jacker (2003)
Artist: Canibus
Album: Rip the Jacker Song: M-Sea-Cresy Producer: Stoupe Time: 3:50 (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 |
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from Canibus - Rip The Jacker (2003)
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. |
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from Canibus - Rip The Jacker (2003)
[Intro - James Dickey sample]
Uhh... I don’t understand how a writer would ever get writer's block, so-called. My problem is having too much, and being unable to get it down. [Verse One] Yo why’s tha ripper so ill? That would be an unpardonable breach of confidence fer me ta reveal. He said, “Onea these days all eyes’ll be on me when they look up in tha sky n see tha neon C.” Rhymes inscribed, on a nickel-disk encased in a glass with a ion beam for longevity. For more than ten centuries: impressions n memories. Tha first time-machine inventor will mention me. Canibus was a visionary indeed; he believed light could travel in multiples of C. Tha organic supercomputa that solved tha mysteries of Klein-Kaluza with two blue metric rulas. Liked Cool J, but thought Stephen J. Gould was coola, n he never liked to propagate rumas. Smoked Canary Island cigars, liked America, luxury cars, n beautiful Asian broads. He had a strong mind; he used ta philosophize about rhymes while he was pruning his Banzais. He claimed that he had written tha greatest rhyme of all time, but he would never take it out his archives. He wrote two songs per day n was constantly was experimenting wit his wordplay. In his youth, he did a report on tha Sloan Digital Sky survey; he got a F but he deserved a A. I followed his career from tha first day; it seemed tha lacka support contributed to his inert ways. I seen him put in 24-hour workdays, with deferred pay, undeterred by tha word ‘shame’. Public humiliation was tha worst pain. He was spinnin outta control like a class-five hurricane. He said he wouldn’t want anotha emcee ta suffa tha same especially when there’s nothin ta gain. He was tha illest alive, but nobody would face it. He spit til his tongue was too torched ta taste it. Properly funded corporations carbon-dated his latest creations, to extract tha information. They found it utterly amazin. They claimed tha body of his work was tha same thing as a priceless painting. Never mattered ta him tha art galleries hated him, cuz Thomas Kincade called him. Said he would take ten complete enigmas wrapped in puzzles encrypted in language with sound but without shape or signature. Kept files in his garage on MS-DOS in a fire-proof pod; we thought it was odd. Outside there was a shed wit an Oppenheimer lock. He apparently kept more wax than Madame Tussaud. We were in total awe, cuz it blew our minds; so many rhymes that were intricately designed. He WAS Poet Laureate of his time n if you don’t mind I’d like ta share some of his rhymes. [*instrumental switches*] [Verse Two] Alone in my room, lookin through tha 32x telescope zoom, adjusting tha focusa tha moon. One should not assume tha philosophy of David Hume is nothing more than a subjective conclusion. What is tha maximum field-rate application? Tha runaway glaciation surroundin tha ocean basin affects tha population fluctuation on a continuous basis but that’s jes tha basics. Tha juxtaposition of Can-I-Bus's position; tha precision of something no otha has written, way above n beyond what was intended. The unparalleled malleable annunciation of a sentence. You didn’t go ta college, obviously. I can tell by ur ungodly unintelligible terminology. Ur remarkable odyssey. Tha rhyme’s at modest speech when tha brain orders tha body not ta breathe. Ur competency is not up ta speed, you not in my league. You couldn’t possibly be hotta than me, or oppositely at minus 25 degrees. U'll squeeze but tha condensation makes rifle barrels freeze. Allow me ta speak figuratively. Nigga, please. My intellectual property’s about tha sizea Greece. Ur counselor advised you not ta speak. My counselor advised me ta keep rhymin til they stop tha beat. In tha words of Joseph Heller, "I learned how ta write betta", even though it sorta irked me. He said he didn’t understand tha process of the imagination, but he felt he was at its mercy, which exploits my point perfectly n certainly rein- forces tha reason why nobody's prob’ly eva hearda me. Couldn’t understand what I mean by ill, lest you try ta translate what I print ta film. This is tha line of will, tha circle of time, tha cycle of eternity, tha emergence of one line. Academic phonetics render critics tongue-tied. Tha personified dry humor of cum-laude alumni. A wise man sees failure as progress. A fool divorces his knowledge n misses tha logic n loses his soul in tha process. I obsess with nonsense wit a caricature that has no content. My style is mastaful, multilateral. I could battle a fool n be nat’rally cruel. Words of scorn are a disastrous tool. From my existentialist view, I'm a betta rappa than you. Grab tha mic n rip ya physical fabric in two. My attitude is fucked up but admirable. ‘Diff’rent methods interpreted into diff’rent forms from entirely diff’rent perceptions n seen from diff’rent norms.’ Not just spittin a poem, there’s much more involved. There’s much more piecesa tha puzzle for you ta solve. 48 orders of mechanical laws n rays of creational cause enhance tha cadencea my bars. Maybe I am self-absorbed, but that’s the effect. To find tha cause you should ask my A&R. Today is what it is, but only becuz yesterday was what it was, permitted u’ve hearda Beezlebub. A tale of demons n drugs, pissy drunk in tha club with tha DJ doin tha needle rub. Chances are you neva see me, son. Yeah, I know my name’s Canibus, but I can’t help you if you need a dub. [*instrumental switches*] [Verse Three] I came ta holla at some big-booty bitches n listen ta tha speakers thump. Where you get conceited from? I’m so nice on tha mic they wanna beat me up; it’s deep as fuck. I ain’t seen it all but I seen enough. Really unbelievable stuff. There’s a lota times when I wanna speak but I'm stuck. I should leave this rap shit alone n kick my incredible in rhymes in tha privacya my own home. My imagination is my own; tha liberty ta speak freely lyrically on tha microphone. Wit a pen in my hand, I bring motion ta tha enneagram n become "Cani-Millenia Man". Grave my back with tha emperor's stamp. Been spittin scientific rap since tha 17th cent’ry began. Tryin to escape tha wicked empirea Def Jam in tha land where lyrics are bland n heretics hang. Ev’ry warrior has a axe ta bury but he has ta learn to discern between enemy n adversary. I said to myself, "Germaine this is insane, it’s suicide, it’s controlled flight inta terrain." I fought ta regain controla tha plane but went up in a balla flames n got banned from tha hip-hop halla fame fa two bars I kept hearin in my head ova n ova again. It cost me everythang. [*switches to first instrumental*] [Verse Four] I’m convinced now that more than truth is at stake where people create language that pretends ta communicate. Euphemisms are misunderstood as mistakes but it’s a bi-producta tha ghetto music we make. From an extroverted point of view, I think it’s too late. Hip-hop has never been tha same since '88, since it became a lucrative profession. There’s a misconception in tha movement in any direction as progression. Even though tha potency of it lessens, big money industries writin checks ta suppress tha question, n nobody gives a fuck no more. No one goes ta tha book store ever since tha confluence of Moore's Law. But I stay in the lab like Neils Bohr, his son Aage, Edward Lawrence, n Leo Szilard. Lyrically, I took rap music n turned tha knob ta tha right full throttle n added panache. Why would I argue wit my own conscience ova tha truth? That’s like me tellin myself, “Don’t tell me what ta do.” Dialyses n analyses of battle emcees. Sometimes I say things I myself can’t believe. My lyrical is so skillfully elliptical, I can understand how it makes you miserable. You wonder why I neva let you play ur beats fer me n why I keep my studio enshrouded in secrecy? You wonder what’s my infatuation wit Alicia Keys? "Canibus why don’t you speak ta me?" Yo, I meant it when I said no one can shine on a song that features me. That’s why I said it so vehemently. You need ta place tha hate wit respect. I'm prob’ly the best yet, Poet Laureate! [Outro - James Dickey sample] Generally I take... I go with tha given, ya know, with what comes ta me over, tha celestial wireless...whenever it comes. You're lucky when you get it. |
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from Canibus - Rip The Jacker (2003)
Artist: Canibus
Album: Rip the Jacker Song: Psych Evaluation Producer: Stoupe Time: 3:51 (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 |
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from Canibus - Rip The Jacker (2003)
(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! |
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from Canibus - Rip The Jacker (2003)
Artist: Canibus
Album: Rip the Jacker Song: Spartibus Producer: Stoupe Time: 4:00 (Canibus) Yeah This is Spartibus (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 |
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