Matte BLK Rapana lyrics - Canibus (feat. Bronze Nazareth)

[Canibus:]

Cobra cabana, cut your tongue off with katana

The war monger wearin’ Bodhidharma body armor

Son of Ravana, Ashwathama Mahabharat

Parama Brahman, surpreme rasta

Practice extreme Prajna, samsara this is nirvana

Buddhavacana from Tathāgatagarbha

My four fathers conscious like Dhyāna

You don’t even understand what I’m sayin’, be honest

Lightning bolt Vajrayana, thunderbolt Obama

With B.A. Baracus a black tomahawk chopper

Mr. T doin’ the Cha Cha dressed like Zulu Shakas

Eatin’ green eggs, hasa and salsa

You know you wearing bootleg when the logo is too big

When the tag says, “Made in Manolo Jesus Crib”

Matte black AR, ACOGS and K Bars

You make duck sauce outta Gog and Magog

The airborne flippers with meteorite zippers

Tell the skipper to use helio light dimmers

You know you ain’t in the right business, you like to spit I like to listen

We like hyenas babysittin’ some kittens

I swoop down like a winged Griffin and pinch 'em

Leave his limbs missin’, dirty ass feet like city pigeons

[Bronze Nazareth:]

Yeah, I promise piranhas, minor marijuana farmer

A white widow spider lighter, plantain clips for llamas

Atomic, Verlander slider shell providers

Catch comets cigarillos spell cumulus climber

Spit shiner, uterus finder, secluded survivor

Diva scuba diver combined with urban MacGyver rhymer

Matte black clouds on top of my family opera

My mood is chupacabra sprinkled with ocean liners

In St. Lucian waters, screws loosen hardest armor

The constant garden mixed with George Carver, Pearl Harbors

Swirl diamonds in my verse, train of thought robbers

Chisel chopper chapters, Montego Bay climates

Visible monuments inside the sound, acknowledge it

Kevlaar halos when I ride we gon’ poli kid

Meanwhile demolishing, disembowelment

Slit ya collagen hologram, disappear like Hollow Man

Sharpen pen, drill darts through his cardigan

Autograph a camel toe, marvellous artisan

Casual till the cannon blow, harvest my sonogram

There’ll never be another like me, he probably REM

You hate to admit you feelin’ it like a phantom limb

No plaques but I planted platinum whims

Jesus feet not one of the kings? Sacrilege