The Golden Cypher lyrics - Canibus (feat. Ras Kass, K-Solo)

[Ras Kass]

Uhh

Rap so klepto, any mic I steal

Y'all niggaz don't belong here like Michael Steele

at a Republican Party, I go for [?]

Leave cum stains on Sarah Palin's veneers for sure

Like I'm in Mordor, tryin to burn the ring up

The black semi knock your block off like playin Jenga

Have sex with the whole world just by raisin my middle finger

But y'all don't hear me though, (Inga)

And just like that I'm back spittin nasty as (Foxy)

Then I'ma stop servin y'all like the soup nazi

Happy Days, then I'ma spin off like (Joanie Loves Chachi)

Burn rubber, the Maserati mach three

Screamin mazeltov at my aki

(Squad) vomit at Keith Shocklee for the beat made of broccoli

Got a Palestinian girl, her pussy the bomb

Get it? Blew up, you can't stop me

[Canibus]

That's right, I wreck melody, so much energy

Why get on the track if you can't stand next to me?

So much energy it's a felony

Your microphone memory remember me, this is your penalty

You can't keep up mentally, you can't rhyme intelligently

Do it on the track, can't do it in front of me

You frontin, you and your man get all psyched up like it's Fight Club

Times up, you lost, life sucks

So does your wife slut, got a nice cunt

Last night we wiped white stuff on her butt

True power cannot be achieved by fightin over the mic

You can't compete with Canibus, aight?!

If your hat's turned to the back and you rap be prepared to scrap

You don't have to be scared of no strap

Cause your mind overstand all that

Fall back or no more contact with the Gods of rap

Go back to the "Lyrical Law" lab, first of all you trash

You can't add all the rhymes you had

Your mouth is a wound and your tongue is a scab

This is a concept the young mind doesn't grasp

That old stick in the mud, will put a gold bullet in a gun

Show you where red blood comes from

But that's not what you want, you want love

Where does that come from? Define that you bum

One thing at a time, intertwined as one mind

The proto in the prime of one perpetual line

No evil one I can divide, no matter the times try

No matter the lies that claim otherwise

Slumdog drug lord, guns drawn, motherfuck guns laws

You catch a big mini-gun gun charge

This is "Lyrical Law" not lyrical war

This is spiritual God, get your lyrics [echoes]

[K-Solo]

I'm nice with everything but chopsticks

Eyes couldn't see my style with glasses or binoculars made of optics

Stop it, slam it, rappers couldn't scoop a topic

Let alone follow they finger to mock this

Caught your hand on my style kid, put it in your pocket

If you can't get it home, what the fuck is the logic?

Want my devices, send my boys in to send fire to the ground

Hang my flag and brag, who's the nicest?

My Fort Knox, like Bunker Hill, [?] emcees guerrillas

Rhymin to go banana, breaks performed by Mad Drill

Man chill, your man'll get killed

And when they dump his ass off they gon' find him in a landfill

If I have to I will, that's on the real

I'm (Destiny's) only (Child) of the pay, on these girl group "Bills"

Word to Arthur Kill, Gun Hill for real

Wolf Gang, Murder Mouth, it's the king of the hill

Cypher Of Steel lyrics - Canibus (feat. K-Rino, Skarlit Rose)

[Intro]

It don't take nuttin to play exclusives man

I wanna see niggaz get down with the motherfuckin skills man

That's what really count man, any motherfuckin body

can play, motherfuckin exclusives man

It's about, the creativity, the blends, the mixes

The skills nigga! Take it back to the essence of this shit man

Let muh'fuckers see what you can REALLY do

[K-Rino]

I'll give you one clue to guess what my rap gun do

Like kung-fu, I got a steel pallet I practice runnin my tongue through

Ninety extra inches my lung grew, I stun you

And when I'm done a paraplegic'll outrun you

You want head trauma, real soon I'ma promise I'ma

drop seeds that blow up like the the Unabomber's momma

Y'all know what happens when a rapper starts yappin

I'll be bionic orangutan hand back stabbin

I break light speed surge and illustrate verbs

His career was so short his bio was eight words

See I'm admittin the sentence was well written

except THIS motherfucker should have never started spittin!

I'm too triflin to let him life again

I'm stiflin pain permanently by feeding you nitrogen Vicodin

See some of the worst speakers that I know

could vegetablise your flow like pico de gallo

Boy you got a lot of balls, playin with a dude

that can telekinetically extract bricks out of walls

If you come in my zone dissin my curriculum

I chew your ass out like the flavor in a stick of gum

[Skarlit Rose]

The linguistic league bitches, cutthroat, smeared lipstick

Wrists slit and I suggest you keep the [?] dissin before

you wake up in a tub to only find your ogans missin

Make sure to leave your tongue, with hopes you continue spittin

Dickridin, label providin, your fraudulent image

You the type of silly hoe to have no sense to begin with

Listen hooker emcees, on a mission of death, last breath

Your final rest, baby who got next?

I pop your lungs from your chest cavity

You consider your amateur blow to be challenging well then battle me!

I'll be waiting six feet, beneath the sheets of your thesaurus

Deep defeat, crack your teeth, no AutoTune on my chorus

Distorted your image, while drownin all your hopes and wishes

Revenge is served cold on a set of dirty dishes

Snitches, yeah, haven't you heard?

I'll put my barrel in your mouth and show you what a women's worth

[Canibus]

This is the definitive guide, on beats and rhymes

On how to get a black eye fuckin with those black guys

You better listen to what I'm sayin and teach yourself

Or I'll give you a belt and watch you beat yourself

Told you don't make a sound if you do they will put you down

Then all I'ma say is look at you now

Hip-Hop was not based off risk on a primal level

We rhymin with you, not rhymin at you

You better understand this shit or get talked to in Arabic

Banana clip, you don't wanna talk to Canibus

You talk about bars, my upper torso crawl up the wall

in your house through your window boy

Burglar bars get ripped off, bite off your arm

Leave (Jigsaw) scars, that's just a doll

This is Thunderdome hall, decoded like Sean

The laser beam scan the apartment, it's gone

Metaphorical wizard, the Oracle visit every four minutes

Until I finish, you bring me more Guiness

I'm like Devin the Dude, and Mexican food

with some Mexican dude and some gunslingers too

Come through, call the airstrike on your hood

Evacuate every bitch that make love so good

So what you wan' do? E'rybody chillin, we cool

Don't have to rip the face off no fool

That ain't "Lyrical Law" that's a lyrical rule

I ain't did this before, I don't wanna be cruel

I just wanna be loved, but the world wants blood

So we barricade the doors and wait for the noise

Nature boy, my name is deployed, the cave is destroyed

If you mention his name, he gets annoyed

Cause boys should not play with psychotic toys

A boy should not talk with a psychotic voice

Stand before me, don't plead no case

Cause you passed "Lyrical Law", you already great

So take your place next to any emcee that's great

In the Most High's name we pray

"Lyrical Law"

Cypher Of Five Mics lyrics - Canibus (feat. Chino XL)

[Intro: Canibus samples scratched]

"None of y'all got the balls big enough to battle me"

"Fuckin with Canibus, you get ate up"

"You can't even absorb the rhymes I record"

"Cause I'm the BADDEST motherfucker above average"

"Hit you so hard, my hand breaks and my shoulder dislocates"

"I snatch your crown, wit'cha head still attached to it"

"The Canibus is ill like that"

[Chino XL]

I murder a sixteen to the point that it's embarrassing

Hide a grenade in my jeans, douse the booth in kerosene

Shatter your heart's main vein pipe

Insane at night I might have your career disappear in plain sight

Throw you off the top of a church, stab you with a steeple

I'm bloodying punchlines like I assaulted a hundred zebras

Non-believers and their Lyric Jesus is haters that savor

They're afraid since my native halo in the cradle

became a famous behemoth misbehavin angel

Insane but able with razors scrapin your face through ya neighbours naval

A fatal fable from Satan's table with an unstable brain cable

I'm hateful, blame it on being bi-racial

I'm psychologically an anomaly

Should be given formal apologies, honestly, a human oddity

A commodity, Godly when rapist spittin, his blood spillin

Chino so stuck up, gotta peel me off the fucking ceiling

I'm bringin so much beef it'll make a Hindu kneel

Too hard to kill you, heart's unequal beat you 'til you partial gristle tissue

Too fast for a photo, I slash the rapper who'd be homo

Leave him just skull and crutches like Jackass's movie logo

Burn down your fuckin apartment, barricade the fire escape

What I spit is rape, Chino make nightmares try to stay awake

You've never had a fly quote and nigga you and I know

the best thing you'll ever write is a suicide note

Get the fuck outta here! (Five Mics, yeah)

[scratched Canibus samples]

"I kick that shit real niggaz feel"

"The Canibus'll separate your body from your spirit"

"I'm the baddest motherfucker"

"What I'm spittin in your ear

was intended to stimulate your left-brain hemisphere"

[Canibus]

Canibus and Chino XL, rebels from Hell

He's a giant, I'm a stinger missile totin Keebler elf

Keep to myself, strategic for stealth; if I don't need it I leave it

believe it I kept it greasy for more than 60 seasons

Tear the target to pieces reload and repeat it

I got a billion bars but I ain't got the time to release it

And you ain't got the time to listen to it, hitman music

Blow a hole through your head and piss through it

cause you ain't fit to do this

He vocalled it first, I vocalled it second

Lyrics get murdered, we move in and do the forensics

Shut down your studio sessions, DNA analysis and collections

Cause Mic checking is a Ripper's jurisdiction

I'm a telepathic detective, blast you with a non-kinetic weapon

back to the essence beyond (The Outer Limits)

Wicked and wretched, send you a message, we lure yo' ass out to the desert

Motherfuckers prepare for the unexpected

We meet, symbolic technique, anabolic release

Any emcee gets weak when he knows he's dead meat

If I strike you'll be red for weeks

You might check in with a beast that'll tan you like the Mexican heat

The steps to my monastery are steep

If you still feelin froggy when we get to the top - then let's leap!

Inhale the hydrogen mist, then try to get hyper than 'Bis

It can't get no hyper than this

"Lyrical Law," hands on, jet turbo fans on

Aviators are drawn into a criss-cross sand launch

Turn starboard but still can't dodge, bank hard

S.O.S call command coms, concentrate can't talk

Not out of the woods yet, you can't thank God

The red baron's hair is as long as Susan Sarandon

War Hawks and red hawks launch out the underground airforce

You bail out like Amelia Earhart

SEER training is for naught, I caught you before I finished my cigar

You a prisoner of "Lyrical Law"

Yeah! Now I'ma seal the whole area off

What the fuck you thought? Ain't nobody scarin me off, AIGHT?

Niggas be rhymin like they lazy and soft

Get ate by the SpitBoss this is "Lyrical Law"

Yeah, niggaz be rhymin like the lazy and soft

Then get ate by a SpitBoss this is "Lyrical Law" - fuck you!

(Get the fuck outta here)

[Canibus samples scratched]

"None of y'all got the balls big enough to battle me"

"Fuckin with Canibus, you get ate up"

"You can't even absorb the rhymes I record"

"Cause I'm the BADDEST motherfucker above average"

"Hit you so hard, my hand breaks and my shoulder dislocates"

"I snatch your crown, wit'cha head still attached to it"

"The Canibus is ill like that"

"You can't even absorb the rhymes I record"

"I kick that shit real niggaz feel"

"The Canibus'll seperate your body from your spirit"

"Cause I'm the BADDEST motherfucker above average" "Canibus"

"What I'm spittin in your ear

was intended to stimulate your left-brain hemisphere"

The Ghost Of Hip Hop's Past lyrics - Canibus

[first minute of the song is DJ shoutouts]

[Canibus]

Yeah, the ghost of hip-hop's past

Let's see how long infinity gon' last...

Wake up, what is the date? 1988

Hip-Hop is barely exposed to the emotion and hate

I hibernate, rhymin from space, my first album ten years late

I tried to take it to a positive place

But it was like a communist state, I tried to escape

My label shot me in the back as I was climbin the gate

I woke up, now I'm awake, I found democracy to be fake

Hip-Hop sucks, who made it this way?

I was a teenager when hip-hop saved the day

Paychecks paid the way, not radio play

Some artists had knowledge of self, that little bit of honesty helped

Violent lyrics promoted positive guilt

So even when you thought the message was negative it promoted positive health

It was about the rhymes, not wealth

It was about our culture, not about what the culture could sell

It was a path to enlightenment, not Hell

We amused ourselves and this confused everybody else

I memorized "Rock the Bells"

I memorized "Tales for the Crack Side" I used to rock gazelles

EPMD, "You Gots to Chill"

Doug E. Fresh, Slick Rick, Pete Rock, "Mistadobalina" was Del

Cold Crush Crew, Melle Mel

Sugar Hill, Salt-n-Pepa, Sweet Tee pretty as hell

Shante dimple on her face, pretty as well

I used to wanna smell the pale Roxanne's taie

Technics 1200, beat it like an SB-12

Lord Finesse the punchline king, Heavy D was doing his own thing

Dio and McGruff used to hold things

Biz Mark's big ass gold chain

One day I think I saw the Jungle Brothers dancing on Soul Train

Marley Marl, Craig G, Master Ace, Big Daddy Kane

Kool G Rap put me under his wing

On the road to lyricism, with Rakim and them

Some real lyricists, Eric B. was sick with the zigga-ziggas

I know I'm trippin, it's been a minute

So many brothers and sisters it's hard to remember who did it

Memories disappear like Whodini

My friends disappeared faster than my budget when my producer was greedy

{"Fat, Boyyyyyyyyys"} feed me

I've been eatin emcees, you still don't believe

Brand of wool, brown teeth, red blood leak from Black Sheep

Whenever the horns blow it gets deep

Digging In The Crates for my niggas in the street

Diamond D had the "Best Kept Secret" for weeks

D-Nice said, "Bis, you a beast", Redman said, "Peace"

Def Jam said I couldn't compete

Killah Priest spit "Heavy Mental" before "Heavy Mental" was released

Accapella, no instrumental beat

My Girbauds would hang low, no crease

Timbs on the feet, Cold Cheeks had a Lex

Tom Leek had the MPV, J Rav had the Jeep

Clark Kent had the Tahoe, Charles bought a 4.6 because of Jay-Z

The program director's name from Hot 97 was Tracy

Tragedy Khadafi, Queens' first intelligent Prodigy

Probably the first Arab Nazi

K-9 Posse chew you up like blue chnk chopped meat

MC N-I-N-E

"This is the way we walk in New York"

"Throw Ya Gunz" in the air if you ready for war

Throw your hands the air if you ready for more

If I don't like the way you look, I'ma tear your face off

The Undergod, underground lord

When it comes to "100 Bars" you niggaz know who to ask for!

I woke up in the mornin, on a regular day

I knew my nigga K-Solo would be around my way

I washed off my Thor hammer, the trigger mechanism lubricate

It was time to destroy the place

He kept sayin if I spit my rhymes on the mic

in no time, I would be back in the limelight

I said, "Solo, nowadays I don't feel rap

Cause it ain't like it used to be, the shit is whack"

He said, "No 'Bis, trust Wolfgang, cause I know my shit

You already know the flows I spit"

We love hip-hop, we gotta pay homage to the shit

I love hip-hop... [fades out, comes back as scratching]

[repeat 2X]

Yeah, the ghost of hip-hop's past

Let's see how long "Lyrical Law" gon' last

[Canibus]

DJ Immortal, get it kid! YEAH!

Cypher With Self lyrics - Canibus

[Canibus]

People ask me what is Lyrical Law, in its most original form

Lyrical Law is just a language that I use to describe various components of lyrical fitness, and that was all

Then they said they wanted me to brake that down, cause I made that style

So that's why I'm making this now, I'm gonna show you how, stay with me

2011 introspective, Lyrical Law has eleven new merics,

Every concept seem separate, but all contact is a self generated effort

2011 introspective, Lyrical Law has eleven new merics,

Every concept seem separate, but all contact is a self generated effort

First lession, check it

2011 introspective, Lyrical Law has eleven new merics,

Every concept seem separate, but all contact is a self generated effort

2011 introspective, Lyrical Law has eleven new merics,

Every concept seem separate, but all contact with a higher power is a message

I said it, all contact with a higher power is a rare credit, only angels on the guest list

[Urban Rose]

We've had enough of the lies

We won't keep believing your disguise

Ain't no way to break through

If you keep believing what they tell you

'Cause when you wake up in the morning and you can't even breathe

So much stress on your chest you just got to buckle to you knees

Our lungs are shattered, shattered from the rage

We don't give a fuck, we gon scream it anyway

[Canibus]

Yo, Lyrical Law flow, open the hyperdimensional window

The cold is a node, unbenounced

Lightening bolts that branch out fangs to the throat

You can't speak on the truth cause you're a mainstream ho

From the dirt floor in the hut, to the mansion on stilts and struts

They are alive, but they haven't lived much

It's almost time to get in touch, they will whine and discuss

This is for they're own good, Canibus

Hip Hop, what a rush, turn sucka MC's to slush, such and such and such

Enough, none of them was hits, they was near missed

I ain't talking about that, I'm talking about this

2012, classified pattens, only the first couple of thousands got to do with rapping

I've been rapping since rap happened

Half of yall rappers is tap dancing, other half of yall is lap dancing

The man in the mirror laughing at the Melatonin Magik

Yeah, they all laughing till the Spaceships landed

[Urban Rose]

Sorrow leads the way

Always broken with their wicked mind.

They're falling away

'Cause there is no truth within their eyes

No place, no place to go

[Canibus]

But not you Canibus, your sorrow will be your advantages

But you must control how to channel it

4th dimensional shifts are sandwiched

Between this reality and a 5th dimensional rift

The teacher doesn't talk in anagliphs

But you miss understand Canibus, hip hop gave him a chance to exist

The most advanced lyricism ever spit

And all they keep talking about is some stupid random shit

Just talk about the good, stop talking about the bad

Cause other peoples business will beat yo ass

Somebody new showed up, and we don't like him

They bathe in human corpse dismembered to their liking

And all I'm doin is rhyming, Thats not violent

Imma shut up, to deactivate this bomb we need silence

Knowledge, is the reason that we bleed violet

The leaders acknowledge this and profit

They are the watchers of the prophets

Post Apocalyptic, must stop ot

Fear is not an emotion, fear is not an option

They paralyze your motor skills, I could live without it

You call that a thrill? I doubt it!

[Urban Rose]

We've had enough of the lies

We won't keep believing your disguise

Ain't no way to break through

If you keep believing what they tell you

'Cause when you wake up in the morning and you can't even breathe

So much stress on your chest you just got to buckle to you knees

Our lungs are shattered, shattered from the rage

We don't give a fuck, we gon scream it anyway

[Canibus]

Steel cables repel downward to inner mountain

Look around it, Sasquash is on my next album

The savage lookin for salvage, Not talkin about them

I'm talkin about us

Theres probably only a thousand left

Lyrical Law is your only outlet

Get out while you still can and forget about it but don't doubt it

I water the garden, the metal growin out the ground hardens

My lyrics give me presidential pardon

I serve as the Shepherd and Bro to bring a Message to the Globe

This law is the mortar between stones

I serve as the Shepherd and Bro to bring a Message to the Globe

We are one Soul in separated zones

We control our souls and the microphones

That control the sound waves that this Law exposes 

2011 introspective, Lyrical Law has eleven new merics,

Every concept seem separate, but all contact is a self generated effort

2011 introspective, Lyrical Law has eleven new merics,

Every concept seem separate, but all contact is a self generated effort

First lession, check it

2011 introspective, Lyrical Law has eleven new merics,

Every concept seem separate, but all contact is a self generated effort

2011 introspective, Lyrical Law has eleven new merics,

Every concept seem separate, but all contact with a higher power is a higher message

Rip Vs. Poet Laureate (Director's Cut) lyrics - Canibus

[Intro: 'Gladiator' sample]

You have proved your valor yet again

Let us hope for the last time

But there's no one left to fight, sire

There is always somebody left to fight

[Knowledge God]

Are you an ego monster, writing ten thousand bars?

I'll melt your squid face with ten thousand stars

Your battle raps dried up like the ass of the Sphinx

And your brains fried up my verses make your ball shrink

I'll kill you like Marie Curie with Ionizing Radiation

You are facing termination by your own creation

My metaphors mechanics will toss you off the planet

You smoke too much chronic, my vocab is volcanic

Infinite beings with black bars, that eat through rap stars

Travel time in fast cars, you fire past Mars

I ran back home to battle Rip on the phone

Right after I cracked Can-I-Bitch with the Mayan Sun Stone

You say we'll live without fear for several millions years

If you hold hands with your peers like a bunch of queers

My Stryker Brigade driver, strike a gay rapper

I leave Rip dehydrated with lines of hot lava

I tie you up with a snake shaped like a sideways eight

And watch you break and suffocate at an unrelenting pace

Mechanical skeletal structure was designed with a Heavy Mental

Your mind's left behind, it's as light as a feathered quill

The Will of Knowledge God controls thoughts and movement

And force Can-I-Bitch to eat atomic waste pollutant

LL crucified your career with 'The Ripper Strikes Back'

I slice you from ear to ear, who's the Jamaican in the body bag?

[Canibus]

Rip the Jacker quantum creator, the quasar quaker

So many layers I can't demonstrate it on paper

My melodic emulators cut you down with trachea lasers

Of deeply deposited argon vapors

My every verse is a psychic institutional burst

I choose which layer to listen to first

At the peak of the Bell Curve, earthquakes make me misspell words

But loud and clear my every verse is well heard

They barely understand you

The unseen hands that sample you and command you, it's quite puritanical

Henry Louis Gates Jr. said I was a lyrical computer

A great leader of a spiritual movement

Homo Noeticus student, the cosmic human

Homo Evolutis, divine rulers from a digital future

I'm a poet not a puppet, I spit these rhymes without a budget

With more infinite rhymes than cousins

Non-periodic comets, halotolonian bubbles in solidified rock deposits

When you take the time to unearth what I did

You will witness infinity, every verse is a bridge

Uneasy lies the head, my crown is too heavy for your men

The mixing board got a thousand channels plugged in

Music generated user generated mixing board entertainment

For you mental entrainment

[Canibus]

The mic on my arm is symbolic for a knowledge bomb

Celestial arms spiral into viral columns

I was betrayed the moment you were born

And more often than not I say it in my songs

All day long I talk about Lyrical Law

I reserve the right to say whatever I want

If God kisses your face and the Devil kissed your ass

Then how come you ain't got no goddamn cash?

The breakaway civilization, generation on blast

The human population is reduced to ten percent of the half

For those who love to laugh

Bolides collide with incoming craft

The geography is nanoscopic nano-typography

If you don't understand don't mock me

The midnight lyricist with a one thousand bar cylinders

A Ripper's lyricism is unlimited

[Canibus]

The opening mechanism for the Sphinx is behind the ears

But there is freedom behind your fears

I am the autistic King Ellipsis who broke the Ecliptic

But don't nobody wanna listen

After twelve I turned into a Rakim gremlin

Bare witness to my lyrical fitness

Paranoid chilling Bob Dylan, Hip Hop villain

Lyrical Law from the heart of the Dark Lizard King still spitting

Kill a gilla reptile with poisonous venom

Give 'em a poem in every embolism when the rhythm hit 'em

Bus 'em, punishes women and children, whoever wit' 'em

The illest alive, still living, still spitting

The audio master, blast you with a vocal sample trigger

I'm the illest, I'm the illest, I'm the illest

They got their plans and we got ours

Plus I got my own plans if something goes sour

[Canibus]

Fast acting bio hazard, my verse is a surface burst

Blasting and attacking and backtracking through a massive magnet

Global area with a bio location for rappers

Vocals powered by zero point magic motors

How many times you done this before Bis?

Created an album that some love but others dismiss

My air-apparent is trying to hijack Hip Hop

Using some fucked up mixing board spirits

Everything I've written for my brothers and sisters who still listen

This ain't no fricking fake reality vision

This a real mission, the real wheels of steel still spinning

I laugh, radio DJs ass kissing

How far would you go to be a rapper? Ask 'em

Beyond the absence of light is only blackness

How far would you go to be a rapper? Ask 'em

Beyond the absence of light is all blackness

[Canibus]

Two hundred bars, eleven minutes, eighteen bars per minute

Yeah, I still got it, can you fuck with it?

Superior rhymes recorded inside ethereal time

Uncontrived and alive by design

Tiger tooth Spiderman diving off the roof

Smile, it's the truth when I'm rhyming over loops

I'm in a spaceship minus the roof

Yeah, a real spaceship, something I designed in my youth

Let the world know the truth,

That I designed iller records than you

I wrote, produced and recorded and released a lot more records than you

Just thought that I should get more credit than you

'Cause I'm better than you

See, you can lie to me but don't lie about me

Is that all you got? No wonder you grouchy

My lyrics sound horrible, your voice sounds lousy

So why you still be up on radio talking 'bout me?

[Canibus]

Catchphrase me if you can, nobody rhyme like Javelin Fangz

I grab the mic with pure knowledge in my hand

Jump off the bridge, you fake niggas scram

I'll strangle you with dreadlocks and my bear hands

Take you to the ground, release no release, I'm a beast

Run out of wind? I'll hit you with the piece

One, two, three deceased

It's already chaos going on in the streets, it's just you and me

I'ma make you eat everything you said about the kid

Hip Hop's one of those things I'm proud I did

I respect your whole catalog and what you've said

And I'ma share your legacy with the one's who care

They say, "Hip Hop is the greatest story never told"

Imagine what it'd look like at a hundred years old

You can't use mind control on a timeless soul

An emcee's lyrics defines his role

[Canibus]

Close encounters with the poetic Buddha

Outside Infinity City, with programmable life-form producers

The Grand Deception, that's what it was

The idea of aliens or anatomical subs

For dinosaurs that feed off our flesh and blood

They worship the Sun, put you to death if you run

The serpent from Eden at Glen Rose, Texas museum

What's the meaning? They lived alongside human beings

Visible photography blends with lomography lens

They can't copy, no matter how they pretend

The Canibus Man, is just apocalypse in a can

But Rip the Jacker spreads soundscapes across the land

Constant to your death signals, Hip Hop jingles

I could literally kill you with a Hip Hop single

SEI is now online, the next verse reverse time

I can float a pound of steel with my mind

Tesla shield designed, obsessed with unlocking my mind

'Cause there is no stopping my kind

The photons of life phase conjugation on the mic

My rhymes re-materialize as light

The lost unified field theory of Maxwell

They know I rap, but they didn't know I rap that well

I can't deceive you, the truth is out there for the people

The lies are transparent to see through

I dream the galactic green, the Northern Lights in the skies

Uninhibited by the jet stream

God is within me, God is within you too

And together we will find the truth

They said "You ain't the same Rip, Canibus, Poet Laureate"

But you never check what Germaine think

Project CC-gate spit, comet sized "C" spaceship

They so shocked they didn't say shit

Lyrical Law is all about the lyrics

And it goes a little something like this, hit it

"C Of Tranquility" (2010)

• Cptn Cold Crush lyrics - Canibus
• Salute lyrics - Canibus
• C Scrolls lyrics - Canibus
• Merchant Of Mataphors lyrics - Canibus
• Lunar Deluge lyrics - Canibus
• Golden Terra Of Rap lyrics - Canibus
• Title 17 USMC lyrics - Canibus
• Free Words lyrics - Canibus
• The Messenger's Message lyrics - Canibus
• Cingularity Point lyrics - Canibus
• Pine Comb Poem lyrics - Canibus
• Good Equals Evil lyrics - Canibus
• Worthlessness Purpose lyrics - Canibus
• Right Now lyrics - Canibus