Canibus
Текст песни Deal Real Records Show (ft. Jeymes Samuel)

(Canibus)
Who write the song, I write the song
Rhymes accelerate through the cyclotrons in nine microns
Turn my mic on, regurgitate the windpipe bomb
The opposite of a black lung is a white one
Can-I-Bus in your face, shrapnel free concussion grenades
Mammalian diver reflexes, undulating under the waves
Got something to say come to the cave, stick your head in
I'll bring a new meaning to the phrase dead end
A totally tumultuous tragedy, you battle me?
I'll perform rhinoplasty with surgical savagery
Wield the axe with more gravity than Agassi
Crack your teeth 'till you mouth sounds like a tambourine
You think I'm over rated? I'm nauseated
I'm the living creation of the equation Minkovski formulated
With an automated overbite
Swift as a canard wing shin den prototype, when I'm holding the mic
Who write the song?

(Canibus)
Mr. Magnanimous, Jeymes Samuel and Canibus
Blaze the hippocampus with the stanzas
Who write the songs?

(Canibus)
World class free rhymers, be honest
You feel Jeymes Samuel and Canibus
We the livest

(Canibus)
The human barometer
It's illogical and preposterous, they don't believe in my preponderance
I arm wrestle servos
Calculate the distance between worlds through worm holes
To escape when the earth blows

(Canibus)
I'll fry your ass, recycle your biomass
You never seen lyrics fly so fast
Canibus from the carnivorous phylum class
Wherever hyenas cry, the lions laugh

(Canibus)
Mr. Magnanimous, Jeymes Samuel and Canibus
Blaze the hippocampus with the stanzas
Who write the songs?

(Canibus)
World class free rhymers, be honest
You feel Jeymes Samuel and Canibus
We the livest




STARTS PLAYING JAY-Z BEAT
Ayo even when I rhyme slow, my lyrics move at a high rate of speed
cause they comin down slow
My Pantheon stands beyond songs, beyond the norm
I managed to draw the silhouettes of god
Connect the stars to dots till your "C" forms
In the shape of a deep sea prawn, go to the store
Grab the CD without thongs or gloves on
And see if it dont BBQ your thumbs and arms

Ayo the Garden of Weed, imma god, a god, a guardian of trees
Berserk the beats and rhymes all imma need
Imma inhale and exhale as long as I breathe
Turn the mic on imma torment the beat
Tear the deal wheel down with a warning to leave
Sniff snow in the sauna up to my knees
Conduct business with gods that fuck for the green
Pass it to Jeymes Samuel, we do it Bi-Annual


YENG MENG
I move like my shadow is weightless
Expose myself like a faceless, plastic surgery patient
Transmitting from an undisclosed location
Pirate stations with phantom frequency modulations
My throat-pistol spit ghost-signals
And you never get the antidote from me, 'cause I bit you
Stab you with a jagged crystal, 'cause my energy emit through
Anything metallic, even a pistol
Feel the bush burn, turn your cornrow into a good perm
My flat-feet with no curves squish worms
The bad news is I got a tight flow
The good news is I just switched to Geico
This is Hip-Hop nigga
Listen to the voice go drip-drop nigga
Swimmers in my saliva river drown when I give it to them
The hemispheres of my brain got a river through it; gray-matter fluid
The mic is a spark-plug
When I grab it, I glow, come with that Edelbrock carburetor flow
When I yolk back the choke full-throttle and go for broke
I've become a GOAT ripper on a positive note

MIC CLUB MASCOT
Propane in the form of flames sprayed when I point the barrel your way
Ever barbecue a piece of meat for a whole day?
You'll see a smoke cloud the darkest shade of charcoal gray
Even when you get to heaven you'll be DOA
Send him to a place GPS couldn't locate
My mind so great, my neck might break from the weight
Robin Hood of mixtapes since ninety-eight
Steal from the fake, give to the real cause they feel what I make
Stash steal then I pealed over the hill by the lake
Don't make me have to go get it, I peel the grill off your face
Jermaine's hell, yeah I package paint myself son of Jorel
Take and cram more yay by the grill
Courage in you to yell, order men to tie you to the top of your cell
While I stab you in the navel with a quill
Askin you who's ill, tryin to break your will
Spinnin the wheel, lower you down knee first on nails
Make you shit yourself, witness the smell
Picture an anal IV feedin you poisonous liquidous gel
It's violent but why you gettin all sensitive now
I'm the real king of battle, this is how I get down
Can't listen to it then DON'T, you spit it fluid then DOPE
The illest, comin from what the other best lyricist quote
Magazines once said I was the greatful hope
Some washed up bloke that couldn't execute what he wrote
But It ain't over cause I still find ways to promote
Waves engulfed my boat but I managed to float
Swim to the coast, make a new ark from oak
Build a bonfire and smoke, pounds of 'dro
My own rhyme scarred my throat, torn is how I'll be remembered by most
From now 'til the day that I croak
In a year I'm liable to be on a yacht in the ocean
Or in an armored platinum pine box decomposin
Mic Club motherfucker...

2nd ROUND KNOCKOUT
I'ma let the world know the truth, you don't want me to shine
You studied my rhyme, then you laced your vocals after mine
That's a bitch move, something that a homo rapper would do
So when you say that you platinum, you only dropping clues
I studied your background, read the book that you wrote
Researched the footnotes, 'bout how you used to sniff coke
Fronting like a drug-free role model, you disgust me
I know bitches that seen you smoke weed recently
You walk around showing 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 niggas feel
When ninety-nine percent of your fans wear high-heels