The Art Of Yo lyrics - Canibus (feat. Born Sun, K-Rino)

[Born Sun]

Bastard style with no father tryna claim the kid

I called it X cos I ain't even tryna name the shit

Sundullah, see me on the stage with Rip

Nitrogen lungs yo my tongue mix propane with spit

And I'm nice, the voice of Christ resurrected through mics

Son of God, Son of Man, helping some of y'all will overstand

Crash the Vatican as soon as I land

I'm 'bout to set it on man in the gulf of Adan

I stand in the Garden of Eden, unbeaten, undefeated

I Tweeted pictures of Eve, tonguing Jesus

Scientology guides put my rhymes on photography slides

To quantify the higher knowledge applied

But I'm an uncaged animal channeling Hannibal

A cannibal bite your head off and hand it to you

SpitBoss, centrifugal force different from yours

Sun is Born, this is Lyrical Law, Yo!!!

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[K-Rino]

I've never been a friendly author, don't need a gangster beat to make me off ya

I'll slaughter ya while playing Cyndi Lauper

Better than y'all, give me one competitive brawl

I throw a hundred miles an hour with a medicine ball

I melt your fortress down to caramel softness

Drive a charger through ya torso, parallel parking

That cosmic ray beam effect, I Hiroshima wreck

Rap disaster so tragic they gave his ass a FEMA check

Cadence is radiant, I predated Arcadians 

I stayed with the brigade of alien ecto sapiens

Hit your through the atrium of heavenly light

Once I smite you, like a left arm you'll never be right

I've used every word possible to let you know what I can do

So I made something new, I'll collipherously clobber you

You ain't legitimate, you posing like a model 

Dude I'll throttle you, liquidate and sixteen ounce bottle you

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[Canibus]

I'm tryna figure out, who this nigga barking at

Before his heart gets snatched, run up on him in a stocking cap

Keep barking like you hard, get stalked and clapped

Come in the cage you get stomped on the mat

Carve your name in the axe, then chop you in the back

Hack off your femur bones, beat you with them like bats

Put your remains in some saran wrap, dump them in an alcohol vat

You can rap but you ain't all that

Step inside, close the door, fuck you yawning for?

Kick your head off, now it's rolling on the floor like a bowling ball

Open the door, clean this fucking mess off my wall

And don't ever mention his name no more

You dig, you follow me nigga, I follow you quicker

You got a weak ticker, told you not to fuck with the Ripper

Have you showing your true colours, drinking blood from ya liver

You a dickrider and you an Indian giver

Waging war with some gorillas, I'll bludgeon you by the river

The bar range is pissing he gon find you while you fishing

Fistula face, herpes simplex I'll break

Alienated aliens get ate by alien apes

You food nigga, throw yourself over the gate

How does alien taste? Like mammalian waste

You ain't swift you's a dumb fuck

I'll have you breathing like your lungs got struck by two-hundred pound nunchucks

Brave motherfuckers get slayed for Hip Hop if you love it

Like Kill Bill between a hundred gay lovers

I'm the illest nigga say something...

Yeah I thought so, shut the fuck up things will go back to normal

I ain't happy tho, now I'm in battle mode

The president of Hip Hop with mad motherfuckers on the grassy knoll 

I take it back to my Curriculum days

What you say? I body you in meticulous ways

Cos you thought I was a donut, you tried to glaze

Let me tell you something, don't pop shit fistula face

Battle league nigga, talking shit's for amateurs nigga

Goddammit, y'all living off fantasies nigga

You wanna battle that bad, aight go get your camera

When it's my turn, I got a four and a half pound answer

When I was young, I took down hard targets

You a sausage nigga, for coming at me like a novice

You never heard 'Fraternity of the Impoverished'?

Motherfucker, can't you see that I'm an artist

I don't want them childish problems

Lyrical manslaughter charges interfere with my Lyrical Law process

Out rap me, that's preposterous, metaphor marksman mudswamping

We hunt down Hip Hop monsters

Skin 'em alive tie their carcass to the bottom of my Polaris

And drive them all the way to Wisconsin

Partner, fuck around, throw your ass under the bus face down

Lay down, we gonna wait for this greyhound

The fuck you gonna say now? 

Do me a favour, stop weighing me down

Fucking clown, Lyrical Law is too muscle bound

Houdini style nigga, just struggle and drown

Get it over with you can never fuck with my style

You got raped nigga, you bleeding, don't touch my towel

You can spit them wack juice punchline lines all you want

But don't front, bottom line, I'm a champ, you a chump

You can spit your stupid punchlines all you want

But after this the whole world gonna see who won

That's what you wanted right, get the fuck off my mic