Mic-Nificent lyrics - Canibus

[Canibus]

Yo, sittin on chrome, sittin on low pro 20 inch firestones

Grippin the road with the wickedest flow, 'Bis is a pro

I zigzag throughout sly loam

Accelerate and decelerate in and out the cones 

Poisonous poems travel through walkman headphones

Into your dome Osteoperosis your bones,

Who's the nicest nigga you know in the year two triple-oh 

Spit turn to icicles in the mid air and slit your throat

Drain your carcass dry rip out your heart bitch

I write rhymes using your blood for my ink cartridges

Paleoanthropologists, polish the bones 

of rapper artist after I dip in my hydrochloric waters

Canibus, with the seams burstin, perfect

Everyday the earth spins I write verses

My soul purpose as a verbalist, is to make my words twist 

and connect like letters when they're in cursive

[Chorus: x4]

I'll pray on them, spray on them

First nigga to violate I'll regulate without warning

[Canibus]

Yo, Yo, I'm faster than leopards running across the vast desert 

In twenty-two yards per second to catch me to daily delicatessen 

With thirty minutes to eat'em, forty minutes to digest 'em 

And fifty minutes for it to pass through my intestines 

So ask yourself a question - can the Canibus rhyme? 

Is a fuckin porcupine half swine? 

No time to make up your mind, you wanna run or die?

Clip you while you're running by, trip you up from behind 

My rhymes, confuse niggas like somebody try to gang-bang 

wearin a blue shirt and red pants, 

throwin up signs with their left hand 

Standin out on the corner of wetlands 

with a confederate flag for a headband 

God dam eggplants, niggas gettin me vexed man 

Cause I'm surrounded by garbage like Fred Sav 

and I can't seem to get away from it 

I dreamed that I stabbed Leviathan through the stomach, and ate from it

In my past life I slayed hundreds, and in the life before that 

I played trumpets, to warn you that I was comin

There's one billion ways to die, and I already tried 

nine-hundred million nine hundred and ninety nine 

When I aim and fire my rhymes, like a hundred cannon balls flying 

Striking you one at a time, in a parallel line 

Why the art of emceein is steady dyin

That nigga Canibus is still in his prime, bust a rhyme

[Chorus: x4]

I'll pray on them, spray on them

First nigga to violate I'll regulate without warning

[Canibus]

Club Dodge, I wrecked that

Limelight, cursed that

Envy, I murdered that

Club SoHo, never heard of that

Wetlands, dried it up

Cheaters, decided to club, fired up

looking for a chicken to tie up

Club New York, I heard it's hot there

beats be rocking there

Too many niggaz be getting stabbed and shot there

Speed, I slowed it down

The Tunnel, they hold it down

Home of the underground, why they always close it down

Century club, the hot shit

House of Blues, I rocked it

One twelve ATL, that's the Dirty South bomb shit

Synagogue, yeah I be there

Caribbean City, roll deep there

Lyricist Lounge, they be some real emcees there

there there [fades out]