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

Cptn Cold Crush lyrics - Canibus

Tranquility to infinity (Yeah)

Tranquility to infinity

Canibus is an animal with the mechanical mandible

Coming to damage you spitting understandable slang at you

I'm the all seeing lyrical with infinite bars and visuals

And the sideways eight peripheral

I told you I spit a rhyme that'll melt the Earth

Then ask you in the afterlife if you felt the verse

On Planet Earth I search for my Tranquility first

I said I was the illest but it didn't help me it hurt

And whenever I said, "Can-I", the crowd said, "Bus"

Ten years later who am I? I still got a passionate love

To be the man who I was, never give up

Irrational rush to crush every mic I clutch

When I erupt you duck or eggs clash flash solar blast from Bus

Then sweep you off the stage like crumbs

Grab your tongue, shout, rip it out, then shove it back in your mouth

NOW! Then tell you to spit it out

I spit about them lyrics my people can't live without

Been around since '97, I've been ripping it down

Spit track after track after 'Beast From the East'

I'm back before Lil' Weezy knew how to rap

When T.I. was still hustling crack, I put the muscle in rap

100 Bars, who fucking with that?

A thousand bars later I ain't heard nothing from Pap

Where you was at when I was giving Big Punisher dap?

On stage with a him at the Palladium

You was in a gymnasium, I was putting chainsaws to craniums

Blazing Homosapians in the atrium ripping jaws off aliens

Performing 'Channel Zero' in stadiums

Up at Hot 97' disgracing them

Any radio station they place me in I broke the break-beats in

I beat her, I beat him, the beat blend, I beat them

Spit a verse to beat Barrack Obama if he win

I'm the Beast From the East, picking meat out my teeth

And as soon as the beat stop I forget how to speak

I release a better rhyme seven times a week

To beat me you gotta be better than my last release

The bars rip ya face off, spit bars, spit shine ya skull

'Til every rhyme you memorize is gone

Battle you for the respect in a battle to the death

Dial zero, call the operator ask for Bis

411 ask for RIP

555-1212, I rip the mic to shit

Before the Federal Communication Commission started a new division

With the intention to cripple our children

Mentally deficient from television

This radio programmer we listen to got to many elements missing

Lyricism and wisdom got overshadowed by the singing and blinging

Deceived by a system that's media driven

A made a vow that I would get them and bit them, then injected my venom

And for that? I was never forgiven my nigga

I let the rhythm hit them with a chemical algorithm

Liable to kill them if I ever get with them I rip them

The infinite monk, 'All Hail Can-I-Bus'

Then wake up to this 'Pure Uncut'

'How Many Emcees' do I have to bust?

'I'm A Patriot' with 'No Airplay' but 'How Come'

'My Block is Your Block', I throw it up with 'Doo Wop'

I'm the "Enemy of the State" of Hip Hop

'Indibisible', Indestructible, 'Canibustible'

The 'Adversarial Theatre Justice' judging you

Tired of you posers, I'm the rap superstar soldier on a poster

'Captain Cold Crush'

Tuck the heat before I brush the teeth

The athlete at the track meet with rusty cleats

Artillery like lawn mowers with four motors and four rotors

Look like a mom with four strollers

Counterstrike like 'Black Kobra'

With gasoline in the Super Soaker, walk over, I'll roast ya!

Salute lyrics - Canibus

The war drums sound like a hundred guns fired at once

For an entire month

Can-I-Bus? You know you can [x4]

Involuntary muscle spasm assassin busts with a passion

Listen to how Canibus re-enact this

Poor rappers fall victim to the metaphor master

Drill your ass raw for ice core data

An earthquake machine being powered by a crystal

Scalene in hydro, no pulse signal

Lyrically wave-theory like Timothy Leary

So you don't have to understand me to hear me, you feel me?

Barely, the quickening happens in between

In the Elohim Lord Lizard King with the Ripper conditioning

Partitioning with the Fischer King eating chicken wings

My fingertips are glistening but I'm listening

Yeah, the master observes how rappers use vernacular

To fail to capture the meaning attached to the words

Hip-Hop [?], career suicide

Killer Ripper spits to the sustained pitch mixed and chopped

To add a counter point, mix a master that drops

Complex and confusing, I'm laughing because it's hot

The super duper uber music conductor producer from the future

Stuff tubas with gunpowders to improvise bazookas

Colder than killer cobras over Jehovah

Delta soldiers in blimp balloon gondolas with stealth motors

They watch over us, told me where to go

But I can only take both of us so you better soldier up

Size, activity, location, unit

Time and equipment: What you going to do with it?

Salute, that's what they do when I rip it

I proved it, I did it, "D-R Period" was in the booth when I spit it

Bread and Butter, Nigga

Beyond Canibus motherfucker, broken Language the hustler

Starboard rudder, the Coast Guard Cutter

I'm the studio night-owl, stress give me white eyebrows

Who the fuck I got to fight with now?

Yeah, conspicuous characters creep through America

With a killer chemical in a canister called Canibus

Crazy as crystal communicate correct signal

They call it criminal, I call it lyrical

Call the Commissioner I'm going to crucify the Christian Caligula

Like they crucified M.C. Christopher

I cast the Canibus symbol in the crowd

If there's beef on the ground, I'm going to carve the cow

Now, smuggle contraband through the canal

I check my clip on my chamber, sharpshooter style

La Costa Nostra, deep like Deepak Chopra

I kick your door down in loafers

.45 in the holster, AK in the baby stroller

Babies with baking soda, my lady in the Rover

A midget with dreadlocks down to his toes

With flows I expose what nobody knows

C Scrolls lyrics - Canibus

Yeah ayo,

Listen to the horns play,

I get busy all day,

I don't give a fuck what they wanna say.

This is me turning it up,

This is me burning it up,

You, observing the emcee bus.

Just a coach on the side lines,

Tryna bide time,

Watching the game being played out through my eyes.

I know it's painful how they degrade you,

But I praise you.

This is the soundtrack that we will train to.

This is not a call to arms

I did that ten years ago,

These are called keep alert bars.

Don't talk just work your jaws,

Don't walk just work the war,

That's a personal flaw.

Murdered bar after bar since 1974

When I was born with a mic on my arm.

Awesome,

Six minutes Canibus you on.

Yes, yes y'all.

To the beat god, next bar.

I do this to atone,

I do this to atone for my sins,

But I am punished for the tone of my skin.

Bring it down about 14.5 DB

Maybe then you might see what I mean.

Out in Berkley

They not too thirsty

They don't like veterans neither, but they can't hurt me.

Bring it down about 14.5 DB

Maybe then you might see what I mean.

Ayo, Hip-hop provost

Who said the word Hip-hop the most?

Which one of yous think you a poet?

Perfect cause you practice that classic,

Scholastic, Canibus man shit.

The current catalogue and past tense.

I do this to atone,

We all must atone for our sins,

But I am punished for the tone of my skin.

The C of tranquility - the C means light,

The light means space, my DNA strain is my base.

Don't know who I am,

Can't remember who I was.

I pump blood through the veins of Hip-hop,

For street buzz.

A constitution written in collusion

With limited distribution,

Since I was recruited I've bin making music.

Merchant Of Mataphors lyrics - Canibus

Pay attention, Ensign

I need a jet stream pattern assessment, go get it

And tell me the direction that the fuel tank is headed

Scram jet packs straps attached to my back

Rocket exhaust melt skin off like wet wax

Call sign Tom Cat, master ace of aerial combat

I double-time out to the tarmac

Fog covers the launch pad

Order ATC to fall back, but maintain visual contacts

Switch to radar, innovation navigational star map

I won't need to travel beyond that

My jet contrails so long that,

It can be seen in time zones eight hours apart by NORAD

Bow waves are made when I sweep my arms back

To fast track to the lunar surface's dark patch

The darkest part of the Moon where ISS2 was parked at

Inside onyx black alien artifacts

Well guarded in the event of a chartered attack

The outpost is nothing more than a trap

The red planet approach close, I know perigee and impact

Phobos is controlled by the Dracs

Deimos is the most underrated of the pack

It decimates NEA's more than double it's mass

A solar max melts polar caps

I notice that think tanks with closed minds miss unknown facts

Satellites track and match the stats, statistics start to stack

I'm a man of science, not rap

With actionable impulse to act when I can't relax

I work hard but play harder in fact

My rose garden attracts rats,

I sit back and listen to jazz and smoke hash in a mineral bath

I meditate, slightly awake, the moon rays interpermeate my physical state

I gaze into space

The light waves race and shift shape, colors escape

I concentrate on eight frequency rates

The body begins to numb as the spirit elevates

But wait, I'm interrupted by a buzzer at my front gate

Closed circuit surveillance showed me a face

How entertaining, special agents came to visit my estate

"Miss Moneypenny, bring me a plate, a cup of tea, and my terry-cloth robe,

Then show them in to me, I'll wait"

He walked in with a blank face, I calmly remarked, "You're late"

He responded with a strong handshake

Miss Moneypenny returned with eggs and pancakes

I offered them a seat, standing up, looked so out of place

He kindly obliged, but the other two continued to stand

Folded their hands, and gave me the nod

The silence was so profound, that even soft sound seems loud

With ambient music in the background

I slurped when I sipped my tea, it was hot

I chomped when I chewed my chow, it was not

In slow motion the silence was broken, you could hear a pin drop

He said, "You cannot save Hip Hop"

I said why not? I sold mixtapes to buy stock

I've been researching and developing a spitbox

Rap is deeply rooted in the music generation

I can prove it, but it doesn't constitute publication

I swear the Great Bear entered the Dragon's Lair

I was there in the center of St. Petersburg Square

Assigned as a silent observer, but I witnessed a murder

Took a picture of the body and a burner

Circa the time, you called me from Burma

In Port Charlotte Florida, say you were in a coastal corridor

And that's what you call help?

Eight months of Camp Kill Ya' Self couldn't rehabilitate what I felt

And now, here you are, in my backyard

Accusing me for being an outlaw for my bars?

I ain't got nothing for ya, I'll call my controller,

You call your employers, they can talk to my lawyers

He got up, and turned his back on me and said, "I'll be back homie"

I said you better bring an army

He said, "You don't want war"

I called Moneypenny on the intercom and said, "Baby, show them to the door"

To be continued, stay tuned for more

Secret dialogue from the Merchant of Metaphors...

Lunar Deluge lyrics - Canibus

[Intro: Canibus]

Let's see if you can follow this rhyme

Follow this rhyme with your mind

[Canibus:]

I woke up into a dream, a dream that was more real than it seemed

With no animation or green screen

Human beings need special specs provided by special request

To see the spectacular special effects

If you can see what I saw or hear what I heard

Your ears will not need to hear the sound of my words

My thoughts follow my feelings that is how I think

The sceptics are rarely convinced, their feelings are exempt

What is the point of thought if you can not control the result

What is it worth if anything at all?

Where do we exist from? What do we exist for?

We were intelligently designed to be a resource

How can there be free will without the freedom to feel?

We pursue an illusion that isn't real

P-12 psychics taking red pills to produce thrills

Than predicting a coin toss a hundred times to prove skill

Telekinetic electro-genetic psyonic weapon

With extra-sensory perception of precognitive method

That's why I can rhyme with consistence

Indisputable evidence repeatable on the street or in studio session

I am sorry if you feel I am refusing your questions

That's not my intention, my mind is in a higher dimension

At these levels I have much higher attention

Ascension into a level of rhyme that's defined as divine intervention

My intent to present the most intensive lung splitting

Tongue twisting sentence ever historically recorded to present

But that is not the point of this lesson

I will continue this poetic expression, you must listen to make the connection

I will slow down

Now take a deep breath and try to get with the flow now, this is it,

Back to the beginning when the Milky Way first started spinning

Sound was the only thing living

The Universe was singing, signals were pinging

Life began to emerge from one light blinking

The sound stabilized it

The color spectrum was immediately divided by levels of brightness

The speed of the spin began rising

Gravity was created and forever affected by this

And thus, the elements were created in a cradle

Smashing against one another like balls on a pool table

We like to label so we give things names

I shook your hand and told you mine was Germaine

In my dream I was hoisted into a plane with a space-age frame by a giant gantry crane

My code name was SpitBoss, T-minus 2 seconds 'til liftoff

Let me tell you what Canibus saw:

I saw a world in deluge, fighting over fossil fuels and food

Like a bunch of god damn fools

Golden Terra Of Rap lyrics - Canibus

[Intro: Sample]

Ready on the right, ready on the left

Ready on the firing line...

[Busta Rhymes sample from "You Can't Hold the Torch":]

Mu'fuckers better step up your bars!

Mu'fuckers better step up your bars!

Mu'fuckers better step up your bars!

Mu'fuckers better step up your bars!

[Chorus:]

I take it back, back to the golden era of rap, when it was exactly that

Not specifically, jams in the park

But when MC's used to talk with advanced thought

I take it back, back to the golden era of rap, when it was exactly that

Not specifically, jams in the park

But when MC's used to talk with advanced thought

[Verse 1:]

Aiyyo DJ Premier on the boards

Can-I-Bus, on the bars with the lyrical law

Just listen to the rhymes, don't behave cool to be kind

And I'm a show you how I'm nice with mine

Forced to start from scratch, to rhyme from the heart

When I rap, lookin forward to not lookin back

I spit supernatural, look out for the planet-sized shrapnel

Rip The Jacker 'bout to get at you

Rip and, seek and destroy the motherfuckin beat mission

The rugged rudeboy, Rasta on 'roids trippin

Martial arts for the mind, Mandelbrot hip-hop design

You don't understand stop tryin

The hip hop conglomerate, we legends puttin it down

You gotta honor it, fuck the politics!

The B2 bomb pilot, waitin for that long silence

Then I was diagnosed with tinnitus

The cuneiform symbols on my uniform tell you what I've been through

Nigga I wish it was that simple

The master gunnery combatant blastin mixtape assassin

Captain Cold Crush get it crackin

Heat it up 'til the bones blacken

My microphones double action I grab it, switch the automatic

The savage spittin it rapid I ricochet 762 jackets

Full medal gold plaque classics

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes sample]

I take it back, back to the golden era of rap (Mu'fuckers better step up your bars!)

Not specifically, jams in the park

But when MC's used to talk with advanced thought

I take it back, back to the golden era of rap (Mu'fuckers better step up your bars!)

Not specifically, jams in the park

But when MC's used to talk with advanced thought

[Verse 2:]

The phonograph fascist, let's see who can reload fastest

You chronograph still in the past tense

Double shot glass of absinthe, still spittin fantastic

You a absent has-been, I'm still rappin

The Roman gladiator clashin, chariots crashin

Chest plate split in half with axes, blood splashin

What you wan' speak about? Let's weed it out

'fore I turn into something somebody gotta be about

If I feel the need for speed, do not freak out

Armor upgrade beneath seat mount

No seat belt, breath in, breath out, then lean out

White phosphorus, smoke screen the whole street out

Fire squad gotta reroute, SWAT team can't see now

RPG launch out the tree house

Got a casualty, tell me what the beef is about

He don't wanna talk, let him bleed out, don't need him now

PTSD MC, the kind you read about

Turn the beat up Premier, this is how a beat sounds!

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes sample]

I take it back, back to the golden era of rap (Mu'fuckers better step up your bars!)

Not specifically, jams in the park

But when MC's used to talk with advanced thought

I take it back, back to the golden era of rap (Mu'fuckers better step up your bars!)

Not specifically, jams in the park

But when MC's used to talk with advanced thought

[Outro: Busta Rhymes sample]

Mu'fuckers better step up your bars!

Title 17 USMC lyrics - Canibus

I'm in a meeting with the Surgeon General of written texts

The battery of 1000 psychological tests

I am exhausted and stressed but I continue to press

She asked me if I'm the best. I signed languaged back YES

Spell words wrong, when writtin down rhymes nowadays

My hairs are beginning to Grey, that's why I'm a shave

The sky dark purple, low crawl through the wormhole

Took me back to 1998 at Universal

2008 I'm eternal

You know I'm still nice with the verbals, and I ain't even heard you

Your views. Your virtues

Whatcha goin do when Martial Law curfews lock down your Rock Band Rehearsal

Got ground zero asthma cancer

Buried on the moon as the top Hip-Hop Commander

After talkin to Paul Laffoley, he spoke about perigee and apogee

Something that I understood naturally

The mindscape, the other atmosphere is my space

But in my case, I seem trapped by the rhymes that I make

Canibus code for a data tabulated below [?]

It's the end of the world you know, glad you made it to the show

According to Title 17 USC, section 107

Canibus is just an MC

I'm a Reggaeton rap translated from Jamaica

You a hater with that white boy hodgy behavior

You could say what you say, but, my catalog greater

Everything you heard before with more layers

Poet Laureate V, why didn't they accept me?

If I remember correctly, let's see

The "C" of Tranquility, the mind will ascend

The audio will blend into multiples of 10

The lies we have been told really are the truth

So together we will all learn again what we knew

Proud to have come so far, spit another bar

The carousel issue continues to revolve unresolved

Take my hand Ripper Grand Wizard chain of command

Take this torch to another land, tell them who I am

The riot squad robot look like Robocop photoshopped

Heckler and Koch, Semi auto stock

I speak into the Mic, leaves fall off the "Tree of life"

BUT next Fall I'm a see if you nice

Free Words lyrics - Canibus

Yo,

Canibus the continuous, deciduous lyricist

A menace to music that's mastered every style that I spit.

A fugitive against the music biz, the damage is punitive,

But the truth is that my communitive efforts got 'em pissed!

Silence is golden, a sign that my knowledge is growing.

I'm a show 'em, fuck the promotion,

These poems open door for the chosen.

In these moments of economic erosion,

The global economy's broken, cause our leaders control it.

They say we owe them but everything that we own has been stolen.

So don't be mad at the soldiers, you follow orders too, don't you?

You never make a difference being a voter,

The are the controllers, you just a warm blooded promoter.

You're just a pea in a pod, with the need to believe in God

But God don't need guns or bombs.

You need freedom to be oppressed, knowledge for the intellect,

Positive effects what come out of our common respect.

All colors, all creeds all kinds, all breeds,

One law, one love, if we want world peace.

It all starts with being still,

But being still long enough to feel but being real enough to follow your will.

The Messenger's Message lyrics - Canibus

Yeah, every man see him 'Sail to Byzantium'

For those that can't see him, they lost man leave him

Transparent transceiver, no hand lever

On the hand receiver, the signal gets weaker

Sales of street polymer gels that form hardened shells that repel

Interrogative drills in the torture cell

Sounds like Hell, not exactly

Rap for me, this human's cavity interacts with me

Blood, liver, and lungs, external viscera thugs

Cutting me up with glitter covered gloves

I ran out the building, ran to the building where I parked

Why my children not in the car?!

I am not unravelling, I am calm,

I'm staying at Bigelow Arkansas obeying the law, playing GRAW

They ask questions with Russian like aggression

From the on screen projector, what is your intention?

Moratorium? I got four of them, meet me in the auditorium

I'm a show you how to talk to them

Right handed MC, used to be lefty

When direction don't effect me, my spotter corrects me

Open the eyelid, check behind him like crazy Ivan

On the coastliner, Psilocybin, crazy rhyming

With third Density binding, galactic plane timing

The Pleistocene is rising, I cannot describe it

Lavatory tidy and quaint, brand new paint

Laboratory, huge, sprawling, brand new warheads

Space grunts line up face front

Base jump into the waste dump, complete Phase 1!

Bone shards scattered all over the boneyard

We low crawl paying no attention to our nose at all

I see the beast pupil size increase

Seen it grab somebody off the street, bite and release

I decrease my silhouette, try to lay flat

Zero in where the chest and the neck intersect

Take a breath than hold it, but only for a moment

Stay focused or your first one'll be your last soldier

Woke up in the Infirmary, here's your papers

Thank us for your service, young man, see you later

Cardboard papers signs

"I will eat rhymes three times a day if you could only spare me a dime"

Real Hip Hop spitting, that's how I'm living

I mount my weapon like I mount my women

Intercept correct beats, sleep search collect and keep

If I like it let's meet next week

The mind of a weirdo, it's not really clear where he goes

Nobody here really knows...

Everybody wanna ask questions, don't pay attention to the messenger

Listen to the message!

Cingularity Point lyrics - Canibus

[Intro:]

This is for the I.M. Culture

A poor pauper's offering for the alter

The 'C' of Tranquility, I'm a show 'em what I see

The 'C' of Tranquility, I'm a show 'em what I see

[Hook:]

The 'C' of Tranquility, what will it really be?

What does the future hold? What do you really see?

I see a revolution in the industry

That will ignite the rebirth of MCs lyrically

The 'C' of Tranquility, what will they really be?

What does the future hold? What can you really see?

I see the partition of God's religion

Become united by our bars and our common visions

[Verse 1:]

Been a long time, spittin' long rhymes, but I never left you

Always came back bustin' rhymes that were special

Back then, I wanted to impress you by addressing the truth

Nowadays, I'm just confessing in the booth

The Golden Era of Rap will always be apart of me

The future talks to me because the present is ignoring me

My destiny is calling me, the armory of God is guarding me

But all you can see is holographic artistry

Rhyme mechanics, like that of a blind pianist

The keys are metallic, my fingers are magnets

The music is magic, what is this madness?

The stanzas are rites of passage, your left brain habits become your baggage

The masses become savage, roaming the streets with torn fabrics

Creativity is less than average

Every baby is born a bastard, so why did you have it!?

This question requires no answer, I understand it

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]

Through my music, magic, and inoculated interaction

Rip the Jacker shows you the future in fragments

Through madness my view is expanded

Request passage, permission is granted, I'll introduce you to the language of dragons

To help balance near impossible trances in the labyrinth of the enchanted

Where air quality is unbearably rancid

From evil spirits, temperatures frigid

I cross wooden bridges over methane rivers, it sounds crazy, but listen

Concise lyrics strike down from the heavens

A titan like Mike Tyson, Beastmaster with a tiger and pigeon

A four finger ring with a eyeball in it for vision

Cause I ain't scared of no 9 foot 11 winged lizards

I'm known as the Ripper, my soul was delivered to a wizard

For spiritual slave labor in a prison

My life is my sentence, so I live it

But I studied the physics and understand it, so it's only a visit

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]

Combinatrix, anything of this persuasion is considered ageless

Beyond the matrix

Beyond time displacement of space & spaceships in oasis

Beyond the reach of human contemplation

The music is layered, not computer generated

A human made it to satisfy unusual cravings

The mystic in a room with crystal walls & floors

Looking into a crystal quartz orb, reciting lyrical law

That cause warm feeling sensations precipitating from the finger tips

To the arms, to the lips, to the jaws

To a gold tongue that spits to the tone of the drum

With the oxygen that flows down the throat to the lungs

Till every color of my Chakra glows brighter than the Sun

YOU and I become WE, WE become ONE

And the Clarity of Singularity has begun

Between zero point zero and zero point one! [echoes]

[Hook]