Canibus Throwing melanated molotov cocktails Engineer directly out of Full Sail Ripping the jacker, ain't nobody nastier Spitting and grabbing facts and data to enhance ya Canibus the lyrical adjective killer
Canibus:
My Melatonin Magik is enhanced by the melatonin tablets Come take a walk with Canibus Ardipithecus Ramidus, what the fuck is Melatonin Magik Bis? I still ain't understanding this shit Okay, my brain is a microchip My two balls with a cane is a macro-dick, I rap so sick I created swine ploo out of an infinite mix You tried to diss but can't even spit, you just stand there and wish With your hand on your hips, man you a bitch Who the fuck is you to criticize a lyrical king You see, that's my problem, I spit a thousand bars y'all was silent I ain't heard nothing about it I had to give you three years to recognize And then I realized, can't nobody even fuck with my rhymes The Internet is an early telepathic building set My lyrics are international nuclear missile threats The blogosphere is where you vent frustration and discontent But children don't understand the concept of consequence So yes, it's immature to express disrespect But no I will not accept what the media says They are the reason we are being misled There are forces above them that feed off our stress, suffering and debt I am Dead by Design, cause nobody tells me what to rhyme I make up my own fucking mind There are more of us than them But at the same time they are gods and we are just mortal men Thirteen levels above 33, let me say it again They are gods and we are just mortal men I cannot imagine their power They put a black family in the White House just so they can take away ours You tryna to plan a great escape? You're a coward They gon' make us march into a gas chamber make us think we're taking a shower Mommas and babies is crying The children of Zion belong to Skynet, nobody knows who's behind it So if you don't care, fine then, I don't care either But I ain't spineless like you, I'm a true believer In the metaphysical ether, you listening to the lyrical reaper The spiritual teacher, empirical speaker After this album they gon' call me a leader But I'm not, Killuminati just gon' murder me like Pac Blood sacrifice or not, I don't even wanna be alive If it's like that, then fuck Tiamaat You can laugh at my appearance Well fuck you for standing there staring, fuck everything on this planet Including the evil spirits, notwithstanding the aliens Acting like they don't hear us, there's no need to fear us Just come done and help us, I love James Brown more than I love Elvis But that don't mean I'm selfish Soft but hard on the outside like shellfish Crispy, crunchy, black crawling out of Hell's pit You scream for hardcore, I felt it But what you gon' do when they kill me on some Eminem and L shit? You won't do a motherfucking thing Cause let me tell you why, you a coward and you don't know shit Cause if my Brothers stand next to me, the energy expands collectively The world was never ready for me And they ain't ready for their own freedom neither, they perish from the heater The fire breathers crawl out of their cage to eat 'em Like thin crust pizza, Cthulhu creatures with rough features Jeepers creepers, good luck with Jesus How many meters? Reload and squeeze it I run up in the Vatican with demons, just to get even That's where the biggest demon is It's no secret, but nobody else sees it, so they won't believe it But that's when I calm back down, the key word is back down I got possessed by my own raps, wow Knock knock, who's home? The black Dan Brown I didn't mean what I said, please don't kill me now My ghostwriter's not around, plus it was just a freestyle But at least I got better beats now Meanwhile, motherfuckers still mad, I feel bad I'd apologize but you acting like a real fag What the fuck I'm supposed to feel like? Twelve years later I still don't get acknowledged for shit that I write But I don't want to talk to you now It'd be a motherfucking miracle if you even see me walking around They still ask me about 'Second Round' even now (Interviewers voice) Canibus can you tell us of what happened again? - Look at this fucking clown Can't get over it, they ask me a loaded question And act like I was the one promoting it, hang up on 'em You a cyborg unit with no soul to it Stupid surrogate, twelve years later I'm on some other shit And so is the whole world, look at the mother ships And so is the whole world, look at the mother ships
Professor Griff:
After this album they gon' call me a leader but I'm not The Illuminati just gon' murder me like they did Pac Blood sacrifice or not It's Professor Griff the ex-minister Signing outTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
