[Chorus: Canibus]
I am the Metronome Man, ten grand in the ammo can
that’s my fammo fam, Bitter Breed Canibus Man
Ten grand in the ammo can, that’s my fammo fam
It’s Bitter Breed and the Canibus Man
[Canibus]
Remote control microphone melatone Canibus clone
NY pheromones interact with my poems
Attack those who are not alone like hollow bones
We gon’ climb to the top if the sky don’t close
I spike radiation readings just by bleeding
If I bite whatever I’m eating when I’m night feeding
Mountain hunt rock cut, food provisions is stocked up
Get that toxic spill mopped up
Don’t mess up when you verse your rhyme or you will be circumcised
Then your foreskin will look worse than mine
Invasion contraputation
Metaphors explore spaceships on the day ship from stingray cliff
It’s the evolution of the human animal vocalisation system
Canibus wordsmith spitting
Rap automatic, lyrics systematic synaptic analysis to telepathic gymnastics
Hand to hand, close quarters, four corners, no floor
My arms ten foot long koala bear claws
R-A-W raw, my head can barely fit on
Canibus got a muscular skull
Psychic spooks listen to your mind in the mic booth
If you can’t calm down you being chased by white tooth
Hot rum, gold tongues, cold lungs
The arctic ones, bright orange midnight Sun
Chorus
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