(Canibus) Niggas is phoney, fronting like they Masters 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, niggas quote me They rewind then interpret my rhymes to they homies I've advanced beyond your flows, aeons ago It's inevitable in '98 I'ma blow Ever since '84, I've been in it to win it But see back then, we used to battle by spinning on the cement 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 niggas like Crop Circles and other unexplained phenomena
(Chorus: Canibus "sample") Aiyo, nine out of ten of these rap artists is garbage "G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded" You spineless, rhymeless, niggas is heartless "Get re-Get re-Get retarded" Aiyo, 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) All I really want is you niggas to stop biting All I really want is you niggas to start writing All I really want is you niggas to be original And start spitting 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 Flying Objects When I bomb shit, I get retarded, probably more than you bargained I'm talking about ripping a mic off your arm shit Hype shit, blow up a mic shit, you might get Beat the fuck up in broad daylight with a nightstick To the British, I'm Gandhi To the Japanese, I'm an American pilot flying over Nagasaki To the AIDS patient, I'm your last antibody Sitting and waiting for a cure from modern biology
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(Canibus) I be looking directly into the human eye to see if you pussy And completely ruin your ability to lie to me I pull a 9 on a bully, cock back the cannon Goddamn it, I don't think you fully understand it Ask nine out of ten niggas on the planet Who the best is, the question will go unanswered Till I step up, to the front line with rhymes Revving my engines like they were powered by Le Mans Murdering niggas with lyrics manufactured within my DNA's double-helix I leave you in troubled spirits I'm absolutely the purest breed of emcee From the United States of America to Europe I deserve it However you want to 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"
(Outro: sample) "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"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
