Lyrical Noir lyrics - Canibus

[Intro:]

Lyrical Noir

This is Lyrical Law

Say it some more

Lyrical Law

Lyrical Noir

"I'm sick and tired of what you've been saying about me in the media"

Yo

Give me some more slack on this rope

I run your boney ass throat over in a zodiac boat

46 degrees north, 6 degrees east

The Large Hadron Collider gave birth to a beast

That speaks, they quote my speech

Vocal motifs over dope beats, all lyricists know me!

That's why the industry's debunking my lyrics

With digital trunking equipment, they don't want you to listen!

The Ripper's language won't appeal to the masses because they look past it

Only the masters know the seal of the scarab

Some humans are born average based off environmental circumstances

You organic piece of shit, you substandard

But do not be embarrassed by your underdeveloped status

It's up to you to find the right questions and ask it

Research leads to results sometimes we find meaning after

Other times they're just meaningless babblers

Don't believe these rappers, fake unbelievable bastards

Comet Elenin is coming straight at us, don't believe NASA

Take matters into your own hands

Stop being slow and acting like hoes, get with the fucking program

Hip Hop is the greatest genre known to man

If we focus, the poetry is so advanced

We can overthrow any plan and control man

You got soul? Let's Jam! Lyrical Law I'm the Canibus Man

What's the buy-in minimum? 88 sales, program

And the number of stores, I don't care no more

This is Lyrical Law Noir hardcore raw Metaphors for you and yours

You can't say you wasn't warned!

Thousands of bars, them dummies couldn't stomach my bars

They rather conform, they throwing up their pompoms

You don't wanna wrestle with Armstrong

We sever blood vessels tryna mess with the God's poem

Damage any motherfucking beat that I rhyme on

Connect to the God's thoughts, possess your iPod, I grind hard

Intellectual hardboard, take it back to Hip Hop Style Wars

Grunting like a pack of wild boars

Power source Lyrical Law my bomb squad full force

Call 'em off we got too much torque

Nitrous Oxide Bars pull a bull of course

Pitch fork to you neck just to prove I'm raw

Iron horse, smack DVD, Battle Rap dwarf

Slap you with the flat part of the sword, now you back for more

Passing yourself off like a Rap star

But you support wack bars that's why rap has lost -- fact!

You a Cool J crack whore,

You snitch like police Labradors tryna sniff out sasquatch

Man up, no more lip service and back wash

Stand up! I'ma break off you're back paws

Thor's hammer crack jaws, attack y'all, fracture your skull

Mountain man axe to your loins

Self-employed like Donald Goines, cash cows on steroids

I don't fall for deceptions or decoys

I'm a beast and I'm clairvoyant

Your soya won't tear the beat up whether or not you appear on it

Double trouble dear promise fuck you and your comments

The chairman of Lyrical Law will be honoured

The last man standing, after the internet is abandoned

James Cameron with a gamma ray cannon

..... brainwashed Hip Hop

And they came from Saturn, they were the first alien race of rappers

They landed in North Africa, their teeth be gnashing

Their names look like acronyms, they released the Kraken,

They live in underground cabins

They slither fast through the inner-earth labyrinth

They move in S-patterns though deep planet chasms

I chase 'em and trap 'em, detailing the action

For tryna desecrate the Sabbath of the lyrical master, faggots

I laid them on top of each other like Abu Ghraib

They spacecraft look like the Eiffel Tower in Paris

They pray on my downfall they orchestrated Hip Hop's imbalance

They underestimated my talent

I hold the globe up like Atlas

They lied about Canibus -- ask 'em

I'm the world's greatest motherfucking rapper!

They slandered my character through private and public propaganda

They tell the people I'm Dr. Doppelganger

They ask me shit, that they know I'm not gonna answer

Extinction Level Event, they can't stop the disaster

Cocksucker stop the camera, 'cause you know that I'm a miserable bastard

I crack lens, break microchips and melt plastic

You Canibus? - Who's asking?

That's Captain Cold Crush to you maggot, you a lyrical has-been

Lyrical Law's a classic they can't get past it

The beats, the rhymes, the features, every single facet

Lyrical Law's a classic they can't get past it

The beats, the rhymes, the features, every single facet

The microphone assassin 'bout to get at 'em

The Dragon of Judah breathe fire 'til his last breath

Full Battle Rattle in action lyrical Metal Jackets

Coming through with several new attachments

Computers is crashing, hackers is laughing

Rapid eye movement, try to keep up with the captain, what's happening?

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!!!

[break]

[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

[break]

[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

The Emerald Cypher lyrics - Canibus (feat. Born Sun, K-Rino, Killah Priest)

[Intro:]

Niggaz listen to this shit right now

Got this shit goin down

That New World Order, niggaz is holdin it down

Niggaz ain't ready man, everybody know what time it is man

Y'all niggaz listenin to this shit right now

All my niggaz in the street

Man y'all niggaz know what time it is, are they ready?

Let's see it, let's see if these niggaz is ready man

[Killah Priest:]

My brain is a coliseum unfinished, an art museum that none vision

A masoleum before the sun risen

Dark wisdom, break the order of the magic witches

The tablet that we gifted, fall in the hands of the music business

The sacred oath, to snake his post

He flinches, I take his ghost

Shadow war, we battle for

The emerald wing that unfold wings

When you enter the temple they sing, hieroglyphs

Up a spiral cliff, follow the monk for months

Close your eyes when his disciples is sent

Every morn' the first satellite hit

I spit, the prayer laws recite from scripts

Then it's back to the silence

Patient observe the lotus bud, I write the scroll on each clove

This is discipline before beast mode

Follow G-O-D code

Fondle my prayers beads, under a pear tree, this prepares me

Then a chair was formed by the bees

I bared the dare, come around me

I won't speak for weeks, I hold my tongue

Now I can hold the Sun - how is it I outnumber y'all?

And y'all got me by 6 to 1 (y'all got me by 6 to 1)

[Born Sun:]

The Elohim hold court in the ether

Decidin the fate of the human race I plead my case through the speakers

Sun the rapper who mastered the dark matter

The God particle mass created to smash atoms

Deal with energies that vibrate at higher frequencies

Your chakra's gotta be in line to even speak to me

Journey through time and I doubt you'll ever find

A shine on mines like mine that dwarf Einstein

See I confuse Confuscius, with a complex theory of evolution

With mind power that devoured Isaac Newton

Heaven on Earth? Nah! It's more like some sort of Hell

War with Satan ground shakin from the mortar shell

Escape the Matrix like Morpheus

Dodgin bullets in slow motion like we smokin some dust

But my third eye's bright enough to spar with the Dalai Lama

Verbal projectiles pierece spiritual body armor

I'm a, master builder from an enslaved mason

Tryin to hide my true identity as my creation

Lines I scribed identify who I'm facin

It's war! And either you a God or a Satan

"Lyrical Law" draws a paper thin between love and hate

Decide if you destroy or create

They think it's verbal but this warfare is spiritual

We box 'em in, apply pressure to his physical

Check one two, who got more style than Sun do?

None do, solar flare your Earth duke, son you

I body the mic, I body the beat

I body the emcee with the audacity to flow after me

[K-Rino:]

My automated system got eight wicked concoctions

If that don't satisfy press nine for more options

BOOOOP, I can't believe you just did that

Twenty thousand wigs just concurrently slid back

Ha~! I blow flames in hot dosages

If I get too thirsty the Earth'll be oceanless

Feelings don't move me, I guess I'm emotionless

Sick party host, pinata full of locustses

Bobbin for live grenades inside a bucket

I know the plural pronounciation is "locust" but fuck it!

What are the percentages, of a man actually choken to death

After swallowin phonetic images?

I spit unlimited pandemics, they're liberally distributed

Millions of rappers skin grafts and can't spit it

As I child I would see and slay; they'd check my room

And find my imaginary friend's imaginary DNA

It's gutwrenching - my ultimate intention

Is to sit on top of The Tower of Infinite Ascension

K-Rino the agg' jacker who ravages natural

Like Z in the alphabet I keep comin after you

The judge said for the sake of my health

I've been ordered to stay a hundred miles away from myself

You ain't hard! You a fake, I won't stop until I've blown his cover

You softer than the baby sister of a Jonas Brother

[Canibus:]

You ain't a behavioral scientist, why you dyin to spit?

You try too hard when you rhymin with 'Bis, try again

Approved this for public release, fuck with the beast

With bucked teeth bust your guns or get rushed in the streets

Handcuffed to the back of the Jeep, blindfolded

You hear a foreign language they speak, you do not know it

Kidnapped to Kemet through Khartoum to parched sand dunes

To a dark room, to witness your doom

Bash you in the face with the mag, rope around your neck

Over a tree branch, hoist you up with three sandbags

You shit yourself, your pants sag

Global broadcast, man that's sad, they lynched him in the lab

Twenty-four apprentices for hardcore fellowship

Twenty-four masters, twenty-four lyricists

Dead to the world, alive to the hearts that are pure

If you endure your mind's opened doors

Complete the last step without crossin my rep

Who's next? What possessed you to jump off a cliff?

I spit darts, once you stop the hip-hop juggernaut

Kill you bloodclot, you stink like jungle rot

Me I'm a Hermann Bushido Dogan Shotokan

The prototype of the first proto rhyme

With combined payloads, my glide bombs provide flows

That cause World War II death tolls at live shows

Independently targeted, bombin shit from so high up

In the atmosphere you lose consciousness

No oxygen, only Canibus anti-oxidants

Think about it, why spit into a bottomless pit?

I'm so isolated lyrically, they put me in a desert facility

To test my abilities, check out my melodies

Designed by Pratt & Whitney, rap so swiftly

TAW-50 following me cause you're with me

Your high bars are lukewarm, let me school y'all

Intravenously cold blooded coolin coils are runnin through my jaws

The Sun's hot - I'm warmer; the metaphor explorer

I give a order, you can't cross the border!

We ain't religions, don't talk about the Torah

We'll crucify you on the cross for a quarter

Welcome to my House of Slaughter, signing on the roster

Go downstairs, put your stuff in the locker

And come back, let me see what you got son, I dropped him

Rappers steppin to me? I ain't the one

Spontaneous nucleonic you the opposite, be honest

You produce reduced knowledge, your discography is dishonest

Both promise, change your name to MC Silence

Yes, your album inspired me, no I didn't buy it

Talk back, nigga get fired

I'll erase your verse off the track so fast you'll wake up tired

Candles go out, darkness infiltrate the house

What the fuck he talkin 'bout? He got a mental case mouth

I forced him to his knees, told him to face South

Empty your PayPal bank account 'fore I blow your brains out

Untouchable since the day I came out

That's why these wack niggaz keep callin my name out

How the fuck they gon' change that now? How they sound?

I'm a put him in the ground, "Lyrical Law" style

How you liked at me then, how you liked me now

How you liked me in the future when I'm wearin that crown

The crown is invisible, you don't have to be a loud individual

You act like hip-hop is all you listen to

If that's true, this is for you

Then I'm a keep rippin you, cause that's what Canibus do

If that's true, this is for you

And I'm a keep rippin you, cause that's what Canibus do

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!