[Canibus]
You ain't a behavioural scientist, why you dying to spit?
You try too hard when you rhyming with Bis, try again
Approve this for public release, fuck with the beast
With bucked teeth bust your guns or get rushed in the streets
Handcuffed to the back of the jeep, blindfolded
You hear a foreign language they speak, you do not know it
Kidnapped to Kimet through Khartoum to parched sand dunes
To a dark room to witness your doom
Bash you in the face with the mag
Rope around your neck over a tree branch, hoist you up with three sandbags
You shit yourself, your pants sag
Global broadcast, man that's sad, they lynched him in the lab
Twenty four apprentices for hardcore fellowship
Twenty four masters, twenty four lyricists
Dead to the world, alive to the hearts that are pure
If you endure your mind's open doors
Complete the last step without crossing my rep
Who's next? What possessed you to jump off a cliff?
I spit darts, once you stop the Hip Hop Juggernaut
Kill you bloodclot, you stink like jungle rot
Me I'm a Hermann Bushido Dogan Shotokan, the prototype of the first proto rhyme
With combined payloads my glide bombs provide flows
That cause World War II death tolls at live shows
Independently targeted
Bombing shit from so high up in the atmosphere you lose consciousness
No oxygen, only Canibus anti-oxidants
Think about it, why spit into a bottomless pit?
I'm so isolated lyrically, they put me in a desert facility
To test my abilities, check out my melodies
Designed by Pratt & Whitney, rap so swiftly
TAW-50 following me 'cause you're with me
Your high bars are lukewarm, let me school y'all
Intravenously cold blooded cooling coils are running through my jaws
The Sun's hot, I'm warmer, the metaphor explorer
I give a order: You can't cross the border!
We ain't religions, don't talk about the Torah
We crucify you on a cross for a quarter
Welcome to my House of Slaughter, signing on the roster
Go downstairs, put your stuff in the locker
And come back, let me see what you got, son
I dropped him, rappers stepping to me, I ain't the one
Spontaneous nucleonic you the opposite, be honest
You produce reduced knowledge, your discography is dishonest
Both promise, change your name to MC Silence
Yes, your album inspired me. No, I didn't by it
Talk back, nigga get fired
I'll erase your verse off the track so fast you'll wake up tired
Candles go out, darkness infiltrate the house
What the fuck he talking about? He got a mental case mouth
I forced him to his knees, told him to face south
Empty your PayPal bank account before I blow your brains out
Untouchable since the day I came out
That's why these wack niggas keep calling my name out
How the fuck they gonna change that now?
How they sound? I'ma put him in the ground, Lyrical Law style
How you liked at me then, how you like me now
How you like me in the future when I'm wearing that crown
The crown is invisible, you don't have to be a loud individual
You act like Hip Hop is all you listen to
If that's true, this is for you
Then I'ma keep ripping you, 'cause that's what Canibus do
If that's true, this is for you
And I'ma keep ripping you, 'cause that's what Canibus do
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