Hydra lyrics - Canibus

I'm from a planet

Called Xanotos Gambit

Where I used to be a champion

Now I'm just regular old Canibus

Your wrist-band says 'do not resuscitate'

OK, just lay there while I fuck your face

911 emergency facetime

Decreases the wait time

Just be polite to the police to save time

'Cause if you scream over the phone

They take your ass to the green zone

Where you gon' end up with a tube up your nose

All alone in a concrete room that's so cold

You'll be froze, with icicles hanging from your earlobes

Eskimo varmones

I'm like a polar bear getting his hair combed

Sittin' on a tropical throne

My wolves look like 64 legged spiders

With 8 headed hydras

Breathing through Cnibus breathalyzers

Brought to you by Pfizer

Goliath drop science from the shoulders of giants

People quick to despise it

And the gods are stooped to admire

The hunt continues even at night

My murder hornets are nocturnal flyers and they bite

Even in flight, we strike

10-minute warning

Zero dark, early in the morning

My life is so boring

Now I'm boarding

Stockpiling food

Still hoarding

Freeze-drying eliminates spoiling

If you can swim to the next mooring

Then I'll meet you in the morning

The lifebuoy rope is uncoiling

I saved your life, it's heart-warming

The big homie Jose

He smelled like roach spray

He used to always say

That he missed the old days

I used to laugh when he listened to the O'jays

Muy trabajo even on slow days

His brother named Soze

He fucked with the dope game

Quero comer the scorpion, that was his code name

Prepare for game day

Every Wednesday is buy propane day

The Paypal cash app apple payday

They add the virus to the cocktail then stir

They believe we are the disease and our death is their cure

Our whole life, only our first breath was pure

Through the redundant cycle of fear next to occur

They break backs to build back stronger

But it got so much harder

Folks can't tow the line any longer

Population corralled

To the point they can only move their bowels

Like some god damn bovine cows

Medical patients lay there naked

Intubated, we lay hands on ventilators

Prey for them, but still can't save them

I asked shorty why she need a rubber for her strap-on

She said to hide her new Joan smell from her last Joan

I ain't last that hard since money talks

Or seeing Chris Tucker do that fifth element walk

Silence! can never be caught

Benjamin Bulldog to the heart

Samuel Jackson from 'jumper' said

Just cause you can teleport

That don't make you God

Imma break you off

You gon' take this jab, Imma make you cough

Flatten the back of your head

With a tow truck flatbed

Grab my Phillips out the tool bag

And stab your leg

See me, I don't study how rugged you sound

I doubled down, jump to the ground, Bus double the rounds

Invite me if you want trouble around

If I can't muzzle the sound

I find an empty water bottle off the ground

My days are numbered

But so are yours you stupid motherfucker

You can't escape the spell were under

What's your style

Siberian sambo skin penetrating nano

Go Rambo on that asshole no capto

Model bitch rid my cock

While I watch Dipset Vs Lox

Then after that, we watch brlbrlbrlbrl get mocked

I got a gift

I built my own wings to achieve lift

My verses are reverse engineered Gullwing kit

Brother poetry, sullen beat

Sold 3 but didn't know it was me

The infinite rhyme, I told you it was deep

Let these truths be self-evident

Based off our morphic resonance

7 decimal points to the left again

With radiated intelligence

Helium 3 weapons kits unregistered

I sound like Jim Vexer when I spit

Robotic, johnny mnemonic

With inflammo thrombotic

Response in my solder sockets

When I'm popping and locking

Step in the mic booth

Propulsion system glowing bright blue

Described in the bible, turn into a giant Kaiju

Taking commands from space force flight crew

I was Japanese in '92

They called my tiny Timbuktu

Sky hero drones

No wires, push-button broken appliance

You didn't know your warranty was expired?

Gorilla gardening with long-forgotten techniques

Of Phoenician farming and I'm only charging

1 crypto farthing

Laughing so hard I can't stop farting

So charming its alarming

A brother tommy and Steve Harvey in the morning

They was calling

I told em I ain't donating no organs

God damn it, you better get off my phone, I'm done talking

Travis Scott Concert lyrics - Canibus (feat. Born Sun & Body Bag Ben)

[Canibus:]

I'ma iron your clothes

Wit' your body still in 'em

While the background sound

Like a lobby full of women

He sold me a lemon?

I kill 'em

But bring 'em back to me first

So I can strip 'em, and close fist 'em

Then hang 'em up wit' his toes missin'

Nigga shoulda listened

That stupid ass video you sent 'em

I'ma talk about that in a second

But right now, I'ma tell you

That there will be no intervention

Words that rhyme in a sentence

Are my invention

And please let's not even mention timing

When I'm riding a rhythm

God willing, bodybag beta test

I had sex your wit' your Ex, wearing a Avirex

Came on her neck

Mutant X lubricant

I undress the cuckoos breasts

Take it all the way down to 2%

Don't let the Mandalorian

Have to wind the window down on the Delorian

Do that, he coming for all of them

[Born Sun:]

Yo, this a open invitation

Born Sun waitin'

Facemask conversation

Bash his face in

Rata-tat ratchet

Static, never panic

Goons from Nibiru

Scrapping, grappling wooly mammoths

Bad mama jama

DC 'Bama with the hammer

Never showing teeth for the camera

Stamina laminating

CD's in Atlanta

Standing at 5 points

Channelin' the channeler

Supreme chancellor

Two-legged Tarantula

Crankshaft crank it up

Tote a whole camper

Born Sun'll body you

Wit' ballroom banter

He said if I got cash

I can bang the banker

I'm looking in her eyes

Trying to find a way to thank her

Here's a handkerchief

For your vaginal anger

Cycle pharmacology

Technology and my Wallabees

Ain't nobody even got deets'

Screaming against Socrates

Standing next to chickenhead pottery

'Cause the squares got on top of me

Next year is don release

Everybody getting a lobotomy

I called it balderdash biology

Travis Scott concert

Unbody spirits in the mosh pit

Hold the crowd spiritually hostage

What wha-wha-what 1, 2, 1, 2

2022 more Born Sun for you

[Bodybag Ben:]

Look, this perseverance, huh

Midnight toasters on your grave, son

Lifting spirits

You caught the Holy Ghost like Joseph Simmons

But shit be like that when you illin'

Blood on his shelltoes

Can't play the villain

Pay the piper, now its lemon peppers

Shift the land like a shepherd

Bear the fruit

Taste the nectar, huh

His arm hanging off the stretcher

Rung his bell now he laid up like Denzel

In the Bone Collector

Hellish premonitions when the rent past due

Wave mags to

Run jewels in the Air Max 2

He got the deuce deuce tucked in the bubble goose, ha

Word, now he got the mac in the knapsack

Child, all he do is party and bullshit

Ain't no life after death when the drum rip

It's unbelievable, he ain't ready to die

Nah, I ain't think so

It's either friend or foe

Without warning to kicking in the door

Ha, wolves at the door yo, that's for certain

44 on his frame like George Gervin

Now his bodies squirting

Behind the curtain, see the evil lurkin'

Rock homes that's full of Durban

Leave homes in ya turban, Body

Animal Husbandry lyrics - Canibus

I crawled out the swamp

It sound like silliness

'Til I grab you and take you back under

Like I'm amphibious

Read this, they built several specialized clinics

Just for my lyrics

And I don't even wanna go near it

I get scared

I don't even debate in my head

They said you're already dead

Just take your meds

Whether you're lab born

Or you came out of a womb

If you alive, there ain't no way

You can't feel what I'm doing

And until you get into it

We gon' all suffer in mutual ruin

Cause I don't think you understand my music

My Godzilla four winds

Is like four spinning dorsal fins

The water blow the glass out of your lens

Here's some hot water and vinegar

Go over there and clean up all of them sinners

Don't come back until you're finished

Sonic weapons for war time

Close source measures from North-com

Animal husbandry takes all my time

Therefore, not much I care for

Besides certified, referenced material of well prepared bars

Listen, I don't want no trouble

But if I have to polish my own belt buckle

I'ma give you these knuckles

Smartphones and homes that talk

Non fungible art

Let's step outside of the bungalow for a walk

If you look at the tall reeds

They're beautiful as you can see

But they will not survive the category 5 wind speeds

Liquid cooled, home schooled

Compound finance rules

Anything's better than a Tyvek suit

Jet propulsion, under the props

Oh my god, weapons going hot

Tail smoking like steam from a pot

I under stand you don't really know what I mean a lot

You're shocked to hear me say

"Come over here and clean my cock"

You are a P.O.W, half of you are gullible fools

The other half of you are running from the rules

And my rap song

Thoughts no man is prepared to act on

You better call Allahu AkBar

Rap star, riding in the back of the car

With a bodyguard, air support

And a tiny attack dog

Multiple antigens approach

Canibus, cross reaction analysis

Niggas get smoked

Dark power is drawn from a waving wand

Your poetry's strong, but it cannot save the savant

Listen to the god, that shit hard

Demolition or dawn

From one million bars put on one song

Man, you got King Kong balls

Whatever side you wanna sit on

Just go over there and get yours

You still want that gourmet?

You need to come holla at Jorge

He bet the whole house on a horse race

Hallelujah, bodies float down the Chattanooga

'Cause the charter boat had shooters

Glad I took a Uber

The reason I talk trash

Cause life goes by so fast

And death is like a fast moving life raft

Look into the eyes

Of the cytokine calm storm spinning clockwise

Towards where you are

Hard war cleaver, part metaverse amoeba

Please fill out your electronic verification by email

Populate each field with appropriate details

I'll take care of everything else

And just raise your hand if you need help

Start my day with the Das EFX

Grab my bumstickitty-blood clot vest

Then go outside and catch wreck

Touch the stage

Survive a place

My hips gyrate

When I feel that burn

It put a smile on my face

Microphone fiends focus

To smell the metabolic acidosis

Coming from the rose garden cultures

Command and control

Then transmit from both poles

That's just one of my campaign goals

If your'e not busy swing by

Soft music, dim lights

Real nice, kind of got that I Ching vibe

Nowadays you got to live right

Try not to be out past midnight

That's probably the only thing I did write

BMG merchants very adverse with smart contract purchase

They handle more pressure than combat nurses

How many beats? How many verses?

It depends how many people are working

I don't know why Americas so expensive

Covid Santa lyrics - Canibus

The scenery starts off with a slow pan from a drone cam

And a drone operator with cold hands

A Body Bag Ben beat bumps, a chime from a grandfather clock

Made of pinewood with walnut studs

A pearly red unfinished sleigh bed of carbon fiber

One can only guess to fly higher and faster from being lighter

Pieces of liquor bottle shards crunched atop squeaky floorboards

Screens on walls flashing off and on, Weather Report

Killington Vermont, Whistler, Snow King Resort

Black Diamond conditions travel restricted and closed off

A shipment of hummingbird broth was lost

Because it couldn't get across

Mrs. Claus had a psychotic blow off

And that's why we were called, but now that we are here

We are seeing things are much more deeper than we thought

The whole compound was a pigsty, black mold in the carpet

Mouldy half-eaten cookies, milk rotting in cartons

The elves moved all the factory equipment out of the way

Twice a week they throw raves, Nora En Pure deejays

Mrs. Claus doesn't know what to do, she just stays

In her room, they say she has a Fentanyl problem too

OK, Mrs. Claus is the spouse, for now we can rule her out

But we need to find the man of the house

They say he's in bad shape, just look at the landscape

I don't care if it's man-made or not, it's a damn shame

Mrs. Claus stopped payment

The Goods Department ran out of patience

The elves are working for terrorist organizations

Rudolf's nose is sick, he can't walk for shit

He's certified fit for service but he's got bone cyst

Dancer and Prancer have capped hocks in fluid blocks

We're wondering what Santa's gonna do when the music stops

In our first conversation we asked Mrs. Claus

About her GPS ankle bracelet, she remained complacent

We asked Mrs. Claus, "Can you please take us to Santa?"

She looked over at one of the elves, wouldn't give us an answer

Now this elf was whistling Amazing Grace and didn't say much

Looked like he had a pistol tucked, straight thug

He said he was a playa in the global human settlement layer

And he accepted revenue from Lord Maitreya

Another elf said, "We'll take you to Santa

But we need your passport, phone, radio, and your helmet camera"

I complied, gave him all four without blinking an eye

They opened the door and took me outside

We walked downrange to a Buckminster Fuller building type frame

With a door that had a cryptonite chain

I almost couldn't believe, I heard the whirling sound

Of a machine you would use to help somebody breathe

At first, I see bare feet, the EKG beep

I move closer, then I see rosacea in both cheeks

I see tubes carrying red blood out of two man boobs

To a machine, then back into a hand turned blue

I was so confused, I turned around to the elves

And said, "What in Satan's name have you done to yourselves?"

One of the elves stepped forward

He said, "This is hard to ignore, but I owe you an explanation

I'm not a doctor, but I'm not an impostor

I'm a medical proctor, and I don't think he's got much longer

You see, lactic acid is green, uric acid is orange

Sulfuric acid is yellow but Santa's is much darker

His citric acid is clear, I know that I'm a fast talker

But he's gonna die without the proper anatomic markers

'Cause his interstitial fluids have been mixing with unknown

Biopollutants turning him into some kind of mutant"

In other words, technically Santa's entire genomic integrity's

In great jeopardy's what he said to me

And he's been treated for the latest strain, he's positive

Non-homologous, we contacted Dr. Oculus

Our last communicae' placed him in two hours away

But I should warn you if he's not here, we have to operate

"Operate how? Here? Sure, there's wrecked shit everywhere

This is a fucking sanitary nightmare!

Good idea, glad you're in charge, you're doing a great job

Look at him! Don't you think Santa looks a bit gone?"

Antibody dependent enhancement, what are Santa's chances?

Don't they make an ?ulcerated? cream for cancer?

You little shit, you be using my phone to look at dick pics

When I was your age, I used to work at the Big Dig

Fluorescent, illuminated X-rays, polyethylene death sprays

From a nuclear submarine's wet bay (Yay!)

You are pathogenically primed for prime time

The meter says 9, 9, 9, 9

And now Christmas is fucked, I hope you're satisfied

What you gon' do now Santa done died?

Kaiju Karaoke lyrics - Canibus

Moses was a black man

With red hair like saffron

I heard you the first time

I chose not to respond

Prophecy is fulfilled

When Enki and Enlil are killed

And Lil Nas' X face is on the dollar bill

How you like that for a metaverse thrill?

Still ill, and I don't even need record deal

But real, you know my name, son don't chill

And now the whole world got a license to ill

When they shut down the grid

We gon' be outside doing a bid

Institutionalized, right where we live

Apologetically thank you

Put noose around neck and hang you

While two yankee doodle dudes shank you

Biologically scan you for your own safety, then ban you

'Til your own people abandon you

Now you standing outside the dollar store

For a fifty-cent whore

Bout to go on a 25 cent tour

You let that whore sit on your face?

She taste like sodium borate

And by the way, that stuff taste great!

Disclaimer; don't you try that at home and then blame us

I ain't famous and they still say my name too much

Yet on the other side of the veil

Every single comparison will fail

Cause every multiple rhyme is a spell

My poems are known unknown knowns, but it's hard to know

How much knowledge can grow from one node

In the vaccination drive-thru I sat in the seat behind you

I shoulda sat in the seat beside you

Quiescent, still present even if I go back to the essence

There's no way I forget what I remember

Sniper specific relax, hold breath, squeeze trigger

Wait for confirmation, get up, get out of there nigga

Canibus rhymes are not immediately obvious

They're supposed to be positive

So he ain't really accomplishing shit

My name is the ripper and I beg to differ

I know men who are bled from the liver

And labeled gorillas, breadwinners

Robert De Bruce, De La Soul, Posdnous

Yeah, I know it sounds like something I got from Dr. Seuss

Lyrics retooled, recommissioned and outfitted for hip hop use

You talk that shit? I talk that shit, too

Malaiky [?]

Youtube all the time

I'ma get it to help me build my shrine

Gunmetal colored, rip magnum rubbers

Tear that ass up, I ain't gotta brag or nothin'

I gotta a happy hips, yoga bitch, zombie killer tovarich

Big titty, Tesla model, S motorist

That shit will ambush your base camp

Beat you with the propane tanks

Then set fire to your cocaine plant

Hunger Games rescue package

Daisy state the mechanic in action, gun rap pull-ups

Bull Pups blast em

Cut slash and smash, laugh, tater tots and hash

I spray hair spray on your ass and pass

Cause you can't afford the seizium, or the magnesium

Everybody know that's a million-dollar premium

Their inability to reason is the reason they're not breathing

And that's what we focusing on this evening

The return of the king

With a maverick three probe on a string

And that's how he gon' know everything

He was there when global fear

Became self-aware

If you scared, bow your heads and join me in prayer

Insurrection, act and tact

You living in a trap

If you do this and don't do that

You just get whacked

Self-inflicted cyber-attack

Crypto card sitting on your lap

The gas life in tea made him take a crap

Fuck that, feathered blowdart to the back

You collapse, thermite cutting charge

Carved into the small of your back

Robotically controlled sequencing units for knocking on doors

To make sure you're home and you haven't run off

A hundred thousand Queenzflip clones

All in your borough alone

Welcome to the terror dome

Protest in silence, rhymes wait

Do not fly it

So what? I like pirates much better than pilots

I'm a giant, Ireland is my island

I'm full of surprises

So get the fuck out the way while I drive it

Life is all for 'naught

If you cannot offer your own thoughts

You will be sold without ever being bought

The Long Road lyrics - Canibus

I don't deserve this...

To die like this...

I'll see you in hell... yeah

Yeah

Me and you gon' take a ride

Out to the countryside

All we got is a full tank

And some rusty knives

I'ma pull up at a disguise

Kind of close to those guys

That's looking around

And were just gonna slowly drive by

There's a duffel in the back

Whatever you do, don't lose that

And if you do lose it, don't come back

Is chaos to your liking?

Do you find revelations exciting?

Tell me that's not why your smiling?

Alexa, can you tell Siri to explain

To Billy The Barnes hoppers theory

While I adjust the mirror

So I can ask myself

"Do I still look like a nigga? Well do I?"

Hybrid probes, surveillance for surviving

It's nodes test survival mode

Battle rapping on the side of the road

May I pose to share

Your wood burning stove in the cold

See I am old and cannot muster

The strength from my phone

The island of Dr. Monroe

Is not a place you would like to go

But I can take you there after the show

Yo, the pain oil Sombras in my brain

Can't remember my name

I shit the bed, then ran out of depends

Yo, I'm a mess

Oh lord, please show me mercy

I traded my water berkey for a slice of turkey

The rhymes. the patterns and interactions

Between these two passions

Have given me the freedom that I'm after

There's only very little I can say to you now

100,000 bars or more could probably take me awhile

You will soon find death

On a dry river bed in Tibet

I keep that out back in my shed

Stay out of trouble, but live a little

Go piss off the side of your vessel

To go back to fixing the whistle on your kettle

Something they don't teach

The algae will eat away at the bare feet

Then walk on Pebblestone beach

The voice of my muse

Asked me when we could meet

I was confused when my muse

Leaned forward and kissed my cheek

My writers block was released

Pussy was so sweet

My pen stood up by itself

And started to write like a beast

Sorcery, every molecule in my body talks to me

On this long road my muse walks with me

Aluminum thirtied pin, extraordinarily thin

Nicely snug subcutaneously under the skin

I always lose but I'd love to win

Maybe this time this is it

Nothing to do with that rhyme wizard shit

This is about my muse

I myself have nothing to prove

Hip hop is a tool that I use

I talked to Jay Z, I met with Lyor

I pretty much done it all

I couldn't agree more

The continuity of thugged shit

Straight up sucker shit

That ain't gon' last long

In this New World government

Diplomacy is everything

Speak with integrity

Know who you in the room with

Be quiet for clarity

If you ever embarrass me

There can be no parody

I'll punch you in your appleseed

And run when you come after me

My muse is so classy

She take me down to the haberdashery

After morning tea time with the family

Notty dread

I'ma beat you wit a had or a bread an not a ed

Any pussy who a test me, dead

Verzuz lyrics - Canibus

BodyBag Ben and M-Eighty Verzuz the world

Rakim Allah the God Vz Snoop

Kurupt Vz Jeru and Afu

Cardi B Vz MC Lyte

The Neptunes Vz Onyx in the Tunnel

On a Sunday night

Tory Lanez Vz Kendrick Lamar at the Sharp Bar

Big Punisher Vz G Rap in a smart car

Busta Rhymes Vz Leaders of the New

Every member of the group

Swizz Beatz Vz Timbaland and Magoo

Doja Cat Vz The Lady of Rage

2Pac Vz Cage

Eminem Vz T-Pain and 2 Chains

Nastradamus Vz the Bdi MC

The whole Bootcamp Vz BDP

Jay Z Vz KRS-One (We're not done)

Childish Gambino and Chino Vz King Sun

Black Thought Vz Smooth Da Hustler

Scarface Vz Busta

Brother Ali Vz Steph Lova

Tribe Called Quest Vz Slick and Doug Fresh

Young Money Drake Vz Lord Finesse

Red and Meth Vz Ghost and Chef

Sauce Money Vz 38 Spesh

Chi Ali Vz Dres

Ice T Vz X-Clan

Al B Sure Vz MC Shan

DC Vz Cool Disco Dan

Born Sun Vz Jay Elec

Scratch Vz Terminator X

This'll be the dopest urban event

Roc Marci Vz Cee-Lo

Fat Joe Vz Camp Lo

Ab Soul Vz UTFO

Smoothe Da Hustler Vz Black Thought

Remember Jack the Rapper '94?

Del Vz DMX, my dog

Monie Love Vz Questlove on a stretch rug

Wit Pudgee the Fat Bastard, thats messed up

Lauryn Hill Vz Bushwick Bill

D12 Vz ODB and Supreme Clientele

Action Bronson Vz his father, that's the Number One Chief Rocka

Boss Rick Ross Vz Big Poppa

Moe Dee Vz cold Cheeks over Easy Moe Bee

The whole Duck Down Vz MOP

Griselda Vz Cash Money

Shabazz the Disciple Vz Bad Bunny

Everlast Vz Vinnie Paz in a skully

Post Malone Vz Noreaga and Capone

Tone Loc Vz Gravediggaz while they cremate bones

Mike Jones Vz Mic Geronimo Vz Jim Jones Vz Sacario

At Red Rock, Colorado with Supa Mario

Drink Champs, give me space

Drake Vz Masta Ace Vz Mase Vz Charli Baltimore, pretty face

Freddie Foxx still got them burn marks on his waist

I bet you Nore' won't blow no smoke in his face

Uptown Puff Vz McGruff

Rah Digga Vz Lady Luck

A+ Vz Lady Bug

Anthony Hamilton's band Vz the Elephant Man

And LA the Darkman at Hot 97s Summer Jam

Lil Flip Vz Will Smith

Ying Yang Twinz Vz Big Gip

World greatest pimp Too Short Vz Tip

K Solo the fugitive Vz The Pugilist Vz Jadakiss Vz This Is The Most Beautifullest Thing In This World

Cassidy Vz Chubb Rock

Outside a bloodclot, truck stop

A$ap Rocky Vz Aesop Rock

Jurassic 5 Vz The Fantastic 4 Vz The Treacherous Three Vz Audio Two on BET

Cali Casino F-L-I-P Vz Free

In a [?] virtual metaverse dream

D. Dot the Madd Rapper, Ron Lawrence, Hitmen, Stevie J and Trackmasters Vz BodyBag Ben

AZ Vz Eightball, MJG

Willie D Vz DJ Quik and Tray Deee

Rashid Vz Shock G

Me Vz Club 1, 2 and 3

Coolio Vz Young MC

Greg Nice and Smoothe B Vz Pete Rock and CL Smooth

Guru Vz Grand Daddy IU

Nicki Minaj Vz T Boz in some old school Filas

Plies Vz Outkast and Goodie Mob

Charlemagne the God Vz Star

Angela Yee Vz Agallah

Wendy Williams Vz La La

Silkk the Shocker Vz the Funk Doctor

Waka Flocka, Mystikal Vz Murs and Math Hoffa

Cam'Ron Vz Cambatta, in the middle of Harlem

The Dogg Pound Vz D Block in Yonkers

K Rino Vz Jo Jo Pelegrino

Rampage Vz Migos

Kriss Kross Vz Illegal

Dre and Snoop Vz The Rapping Duke

Just Ice Vz Papoose

Techn9ne Vz Hopsin

Redman Vz Blue

Father MC in a three piece suit Vz Sheek Louch

Undercard Saigon Vz MC Juice

Supernatural Vz the whole Juice Crew

Craig G sitting by the dock of the bay, in a booth Vz the Coup

Major Figgaz Vz Mook

Freddie Gibbs Vz Luke

Loaded Lux Vz RTJ produced by Stoupe

Juicy J Vz Kwame

Ludacris Vz Wale

LL Cool J Vz Dr Dre

Pak Man Vz Timbo King

All kneel, kiss the ring

In the ring, while Ashanti sings

Chuck D Vz WC

Zack from Rage of the Machine Vz RA the Rugged Man overseas

Showbiz and AG, Big L and OC Vz Diamond D

Ain't they all DITC?

Roxanne Shante Vz Rappin' 4 Tay

Mac Dre and Blahzay Vz Pos' K

Kool G Rap Vz Twista from Chiraq

He gon' snap wish I could NFT something like that

Pras the Ghetto Superstar Vz Gangstarr

At the [?] Bar

Escobar Vz Bizarre

Tragedy Khadafi Vz Lil Yachty

While Busy Bee, Kool Rock Ski steady rock the party

Royce Da 5 Vz the Furious Five

Tonight at the Apollo, if you go, I go

Fabolous Vz Channel Live

Bahamadia Vz Wise from Poor Righteous Teachers

KXNG Crooked I Vz Flo Rida and Wiz Khalifa

Wyclef Vz Beanie Sigel

At the Bellagio casino, whoever win gotta Vz Benzino

Organized Konfusion Vz Run DMC

To me, that's real E-M-C-E-E

Tyler, The Creator Vz Ali Vega'

3rd Bass with a Gas Face Vz Lupe with a Laser

Bush Babees Vz Lee Majors

Chill Rob G Vz Rob Base

Me Vz Megan The Stallion, naked!

Cypress Hill Vz Naughty By Nature

In a urban situation

NWA vs Jah Vega

Agallah the Assassin Vz Nick Cannon

David Banner in Atlanta Vz Juelz Santana

Spinderella Vz Salt N Pepa

Mikey D Vz Large Professor

Remy Ma Vz Armageddon

Groovy Lew Vz Mickey Benson

That ain't even nothing to mention

Canibus, you just trying to get attention

Grand Pu' Vz Brand Nu'

Ja Rule, Cadillac Tah and Black, too [?]

Q Tip Vz Ice Cube

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50 Vz Wu Tang Power, he make power moves

Large Professor Vz Nature and Mega

Queenzflip hug too aggresive

Nigga be standing outside your session

Crucial Conflict Vz Children of the Corn

Smoking Hay in the barn, with J Cole from Fayet-nam

Jeymes Samuel Vz Mr Magnanimous

Canibus writes the song, with no camera tricks

Hush Killa Vz Dilla Vz Beast G Unit gorillas

Yayo and Banks Vz Master Builders

DJ Muggs Vz Young Thug

Da Youngstas Vz Da Youngbloodz

Vz the homie from the Cella Dwellas, uhhh

Rashad Jamal Vz Osiris and Von

Willie Dynamite called Maintain Vz Higher Ark

Bryan Meyers Vz Anuel

Denzel Vz Samuel

Chris Rock Vz Dave Chappelle

Sade Vz Patti Labelle

Prince Vz Micha-El

The post office Vz email

Heaven Vz hell

Canibus, like Kaiju, told you I rarely fail

Now I'ma go outside and burn me an L

Chase lyrics - Canibus (feat. MF DOOM, Kool Keith & Justin Tyme)

On the move!

It's been a long time coming

Can-I-Bus and MF DOOM

They been waiting for this

Yeah, chase coming soon

On the move!

MF DOOM my cellmate, two-tone stealth paint

Wait for the Philadelphia freedom bell, the jailbreak

Chase? Nah, I overtake, you tailgate

How does carbon monoxide tastes, snail face?

They move at a snail's pace and get drowned by the Maelstrom weight

Crustaceans and deep water ocean plates

The great permeated purge, Serbian, no Siberian skirts

Two seconds before the die-off occurred (On the move!)

I was singing in a quiet church, through fast radio bursts

Helium stars, webcam search

A free spirit was the dead man first, tell me how does that work?

MF DOOM explain it to you next verse

Four footprints hydraulic, as for pilots

How about it? Royal purple dispersal for high mileage

Steam vapors from radiation create perpetual rain

In a hydroplane and don't ever chase them (On the move!)

Batman and Robin head bobbing, no Joker, Penguin

You see him freezing up like Mr. Freeze

Catwoman on the mind, the Batmobile design, Alfred the butler

Dynamic duo hustlers, burn rubber

Gotham City, I'm spinning in the gutter

Left the Batcave full of computers, the Mad Hatter the realest

See my bars red like Twizzlers

I'm so hot like Hot Wheels color shifters

Diagonal over Gotham City looking pretty (On the move!)

The Caped Crusader continues through the stages like a player

Pullin' up on the Joker while he playing poker

King Tut hoppin' out the Range Rover with brolic shoulders

Green Hornet and Kato see the Lamborghini doors open

Same rims on the BM as the Lotus

Dark blocks and they pop like Pop Rocks

Your girl on the cock, she jock a lot

The next episode reload (On the move!)

New evidence compels to reopen the murder case (Come on)

A witness emerged and snitched a certain name (Word?)

Description appeared somewhat like Churchill's weight (Haha)

A heavy man dressed grungy like Kurt Cobain (Haha)

A purple face can be seen on CCTV (Uh-oh)

Assisted precisely like CP3 Chris

Paul with blood on the claw so evidently

Be careful, this man knows his business, at ease (On the move!)

For sure, his motive was bad bad, not good

Rumors are out, a badass from the hood (Haha)

Still looking for him but they having no clue

Well, don't mess with assassins, you fools (Haha)

Cock the swammy back, don't hesitate, react

Believe that, they defecate where they eat at

More repulsive than the Boar's Head logo

The trees had 'em seein' impulses in slow-mo, woah (On the move!)

A whole lot of funk, a whole lot of drunk

Who knows? Coulda did a line or bump with Donald Trump

He hear voices in his head, he gotta jump

Not now, too much lactose, gotta dump

A wise owl, growl with a mean scowl

A stand-up dude even when he seem foul

Meanwhile, the world keeps on spinnin'

It seems the forces of evil keep on winnin' (On the move!)

Change of plans, now take that off your hands

Retreat back to the cave with your mans

Super Vill', salute Milk D, top bill

Top-notch, you chop meat, we chop krill

In the midst of trappin' and gun clappin'

DOOM twenty-five years in, son's slappin'

Wrote the key to life down on some napkin

You can't find it, whoever do is like-minded

On the move!

On the move!

Desperados Pt 2 lyrics - Canibus (feat. Hus KingPin)

[Canibus:]

The pressure I'm under could wake a vampire from slumber

The undead hunter, coagulated blood guzzler

The Rogue War Horse in inclement weather

Sucking sour milk from a cow udder... that kinda pressure

Muffle your pain with a muzzle, make it sound better

Then try to breathe through a mask stuffed with down feathers

The Crown Ripper, the time-tested Sound Wizard

I stand at the foot of the fountain of wisdom, listen

Just let these light orbs glisten through your speaker system

We could go wherever you wanna visit

Using my world-renowned vision, the BLK Kissinger from Kemet

Now how you wan' do this, nigga! Y'all hear that? Crickets...

I'm made outta bars and biometrics, Jigsaw leave your spine severed

Horus Rise! Meteorites streak across skies

You in a Drive-thru ordering fries, "Drago" - if he dies... he dies

With huskified eyes - as the temperature drops below ice

Finger tips put out candle wicks, my fast muscles twitch

So lit I might try to arm wrestle you for your bitch

[Hus KingPin:]

And for the castle that we sit on at the royal palaces

It's a capsule with the riddles and my lonely addict

I hope I could see you, your servitude elects your static

It's impossible, I ornament niggas with automatics

I'm Callisto, how it feel to rule

Like back in high school, was it molecules or if molly was cool

I used to cut class and smoke hash, fuck ash

Put the drugs in the ass if the badge come harrass

I'm free, and gave you niggas some space to speak

[?] all this kingdom and throne belong to me

I bloom under April's moon, that's a reason to dream

Backstroke a season of seas

I suffocate your rain, you fell to my gravity

I undertake the game, now my niggas run the league

Show your humble face and shame, my nigga, uncomfortably

Do what we ought to, Desperados Pt. 2

What

Matrix Theory III (2019) - Canibus (with Marty McKay)

• Indigo Breeze
• Left Brain Prisoners
• Multiscreen Madness 

Indigo Breeze lyrics - Marty McKay & Canibus (feat. Lady Bazaar)

Opening scene, human kind panics from a dying planet

Try to understand it...

They say thunderbirds fly to preserve our skies

If Geo Engineers lie, they deserve to die, they deserve to die

The air that you breathe

Indigo breeze

Throw a flare and light it

Spread the ashes all around you

You're holding the key

Know what you believe

Don't inhale all the cold air

Let it drift around your body

How could life not be real, running over the rolling hills

Rolling around in lush green fields

It's just a reminder that every day the sun rises

And I re new my Mer-Ka-Ba

I look into her blue iris

There she is, Delilah, seductive, yet so silent

With whispers of inspiration, from the valley of the faceless

A gift for all human races

Surface to air, air to ground, across firmament

Wherever my love is allowed

I stand up to command hate to stand down

Not much left in the sand glass now

I'm just a man, learning to not trust the lies that

I'm just beginning to understand

I feel betrayed & now I don't what to say

It all changed when the sky turned grey

The air that you breathe

Indigo breeze

Throw a flare and light it

Spread the ashes all around you

You're holding the key

Know what you believe

Don't inhale all the cold air

Let it drift around your body

My water is brackish from unpaid Mad Max taxes

Jet planes make multiple passes

Suffering from thunderstorm asthma, chest grabbin

This is madness, follow the white rabbit

Down the hole, can barely hear the sound of my soul

It's so cold, where did the sun go?

I stand atop Mount Fiji, Canibus can you see me?

Thru the thick chem trail graffiti?

Some argue that the earth is flat

It's a scientific fact, the fake news debates to distract

Meanwhile we hold our throats, cough a choke

Chemical smoke, you still think a chem trail is a hoax

No – the human race is reduced to cockroaches

They run from Lord Vader as he approaches

They poison our air, land and oceans with sub micronal global aerosol, told you

The air that you breathe

Indigo breeze

Throw a flare and light it

Spread the ashes all around you

You're holding the key

Know what you believe

Don't inhale all the cold air

Let it drift around your body

Rise up high and fly

Let it drift around your body

Rise up high and fly

Battle cries go off around me

Rise up high and fly

Let it drift around your body

Rise up high and fly

Battle cries go off around me

They took my blue skies away

It's like the whole planet died that day

Humans become breathing semiconductors, weapons of mass respiratory destruction, imagine!?! sky captains snuffing out the masses through stereo lithographics, the atmospheric enabler, barometric vapors cut thru ya' lung tissue like razor sharp light sabers cut thru wafers, of deeply satanic nature, It's the will of Lord Vader, deactivated T-Cell receptors, deprivation of clean oxygen is a weapon, question, how can you live if you can't breath? and where will you go if they ever succeed?, technology nano, crops can't grow, from extreme drought to sand storms and bad snow, Surface acoustic spray chemical aggregate saturates every God given breath we take, I didn't before but now I can see – the evil attached to the very air we breathe

The air that you breathe

Indigo breeze

Throw a flare and light it

Insomnia freaks wide awake

Contaminated every breath we take

Spread the ashes all around you

You're holding the key

Know what you believe

Don't inhale all the cold air

I feel betrayed with nothing to say

It all changed when the skies turned grey

Let it drift around your body

Rise up high and fly

Let it drift around your body

They took our blue skies away

Rise up high and fly

Battle cries go off around me

They took our blue skies away

Rise up high and fly

Let it drift around your body

They took our blue skies away

Rise up high and fly

They took our blue skies away

Battle cries go off around me

It all changed when the skies turned grey

Left Brain Prisoners lyrics - Marty McKay & Canibus

Education, teachers are naked, students are fully clothed in paper

Debt based we all owe the creator

For life on Liberty Row, where the Red Wood pitchforks grow

Where the fast lane education is slow

Do you know? What you wanna be? Where you wanna go?

And how important it is for you to know your learning curve goal

We academic hybrids bro, private school enrolled

It's publicly known we were schooled at home

I hear you say, you wanna be free, but you can't be free

Until you learn just how to be non-mechanic and random, see

I use my thought to separate myself from cogs in the wheel

They say the pen is mightier than the sword

That's how I'm dodging the steal

'Cause, what they pass for education ain't real

It's mind manipulation, they're clones sedated, they're drones, debate it

Complicated without complication, counterfactual quantum communication, necessity is the mother if all creation

They say there's only way

A single path to a gate

We're prisoners, they stand guard

And if you stray you may starve

Guess what, it's all been a lie

The curtains down, look inside

A rich man finds his own truth

So seek your own point of view

Hands chained in a war

Left-brain prisoner

Run

You gotta run

Hands chained in a war

Left-brain prisoner

Run

You gotta run

Paperback tablets, dry eraser boards calculate mathematics

So attractive intellectual savage, performing arts metaphor mechanic, less than 1% of the planet

It doesn't matter if my message is stranded

I will be found next to my favorite noun, levitate above ground, meditating to my favorite sound

Debating simple issues, teachers are artificial, there must be a more clinical approach to being ethically civil

Is Hell on Earth a vacation for Devils? or education for Rebels?

Will these polarized points of view ever settle? Is war normal?

Is peace special, do we deserve extinction level? what does your guardian Angel tell you?

The end is a new beginning cycle, participation is vital, one persons departure is another's arrival

Collateral models, android smartphone survival standing at the chalkboard beside you

They say there's only way

A single path to a gate

We're prisoners, they stand guard

And if you stray you may starve

Guess what, it's all been a lie

The curtains down, look inside

A rich man finds his own truth

So seek your own point of view

Hands chained in a war

Left-brain prisoner

Run

You gotta run

Hands chained in a war

Left-brain prisoner

Run

You gotta run

Common Core, either or, no promises y'all

Common sense gone, academia is dead wrong

One generation down the line is new shit

Two generations down the line its bull shit

Three generation down the we're stupid

By fourth generation too lazy to do shit

Education is endangered, you need brain maintenance

To fly a 5th generation spaceship, education

They say there's only way

A single path to a gate

And if you stray you

Hands chained in a war

Left-brain prisoner

I'm not sure what I'm supposed to know anymore

Run

You gotta run

The current model of learning takes too long

Hands chained in a war

Left-brain prisoner

Download your education from the matrix

Run

You gotta run

That way no time is wasted

Make an educated guess you can make it

Word of mouth information is sacred

But it feels old school and antiquated

The more I grow – the more I recognize that I don't know

Multiscreen Madness lyrics - Marty McKay & Canibus

Skateboard home from school, the golden rule, was don't talk to strangers, cell phones were cool

We had to watch out for wolves wearing sheeps wool, take a stand like a wall street bull

The old days – never cross streets without looking both ways, distraction is a zero sum game

The most professional grade OLED ever made the brain develops varicose veins

Three six 5G – the god of electro smog, a wireless mental World War 4

Pearl Harbor whores sun bath on the sea shore, that's enough I don't need to see more

Mind control trigger, don't fumble, follow the fiddler, trynna figure who's big screen's bigger

The Most Dangerous Game Ever Played, A Multi-screen Madnesss Mind Control Maze

We shoot to kill

Multiscreen madness

It's a dangerous

Got that ivy drip

Multiscreen madness

It's a dangerous game

Rich colorful days, pretty girls bubble gum braids, tryna get her number and a name

Ink written on hand, sweat glands spoil romance, shoulda wrote her number down on my pants

The world was smaller no call waiting for jealous callers, LAN line supervised by her Grand Momma

Couldn't get more than 10ft from the wall jack, everybody get quiet when she talked back

Rated G conversations – in fact, we'd laugh about Rated G movie soundtracks

No separation, you didn't feel lost or naked, friends meet in spontaneous places

Everyday was a surprise, ice cream & apple pies, it seemed like we had more time

Everyday was a surprise, from the weather in the skies – to innocent bicycle rides

We shoot to kill

Multiscreen madness

It's a dangerous

Got that ivy drip

Multiscreen madness

It's a dangerous game

A flat screen is black, a 1080p prison trap, but you never think of it like that

Thumbs become smartphone dumb, a man with a man-bun talking about peace & love

The Chip is here, eyes nose throat n ears, humanity sheds oceans of tears, drown...

Even tho life jacket is near... saturated by Palintair

Drink ORMUS, a solid state storage for bluetooth recording sitting Indian style on a carpet

Data packet Pelican project, a hip hop apologist program currently in progress

Be calm – do not watch screen too long, ignore the comments of those who believe you're wrong

If the face is pale, raise the tail, if face is red then raise their head

We shoot to kill

Multiscreen madness

It's a dangerous

Got that ivy drip

Multiscreen madness

It's a dangerous

We shoot to kill

Multiscreen madness

It's a dangerous

Got that ivy drip

Multiscreen madness

It's a dangerous game

Abandoned building, villians, sitting round the table chilling, VIP convo private

Eye contact with no eyelids y2k face time with white collar convicts

Touch screen fractured, flickering lights in a cabin, with my favorite porno actress

Reading glasses twisted, tape on the sides for logistics, multi screen madness wish list

Ultra interactive live virtual streams, eyeballs self clean with mists of visine

SpaceX – air filter diaphragm with face net, can't be sure if that's the case yet

7am to 8pm with 9 outta 10 unfriendly dmsg it never ends

Your lives are done! you should exodus off the earth and just go colonize the Sun

Three Six 5G

Multiscreen madness disease

Sitting there staring at screens

Too paralysed to scream

Hypnotic OLEDS

Are an MK ULTRA Meme

Three Six 5G

Multiscreen madness disease

Sitting there staring at screens

Too paralysed to scream

Hypnotic OLEDS

Are an MK ULTRA Meme

Idols smile, blinding lies

Not worth trusting

Forcing life, just for the highs

It's soul crushing

We shoot to kill

Multiscreen madness

It's a dangerous

Got that ivy drip

Multiscreen madness

It's a dangerous

We shoot to kill

Multiscreen madness

It's a dangerous

Got that ivy drip

Multiscreen madness

It's a dangerous game

Matrix Theory II (2019) - Canibus (with Marty McKay)

• Selling Lies
• Silent Shadows
• Spirit Possession 

Selling Lies lyrics - Marty McKay & Canibus

Vocals check play it close to the chest, ham radio cassette with DJ Ron G and S&S, bless, Yeah, I'm old school with the golden rule, Ya' know it, the crowd mooove when I told'em move, ugh music is my muse, time to show n prove, so cool, I'm always in a anitmedia mood, YouTube! Revenue used to be silly, but now it looks real skinny, ya' hear me?, couldn't rub together two pennies, what's the matter? they not media friendly, the lovely Cynthia McKinney so real she had to move out the city, the media's become the enemy of humankind, fool around n end up like Julian Assange, people get confused between personalized views and paying dues, when ya' pen game is peer reviewed, breaking news, you a frickin' stooge, craft services fake food, media crews read scripts they don't choose who,

I've become so tired

Of the blurring lines

Take away all control

They're just selling lies

We live what they conspire

We're just wasted lives

Make sure you take control

Of your mind

Content provider, nonetheless wiser,

Recycled sources insiders regurgitating their own vomit,

There's only ever one constant,

They're liars, bone deposits hidden in the closet

High powered lawyers are hired

You have the right to remain quiet...

Blackmail with green cash in a white wallets

Blue collars living off grid in a cottage

Where the media reporters are childish

Cellos, keyboards and violins

There's no surprises, nobody's smiling, there wilding

Soft disclosure, providing a cushion for hard exposure

Snake Eyes told you GI Joe lost to Cobra

Randolph Hearst a Media Mogul

Talkin' to Rupert saying;

" I told you to handle the scandal like you supposed to "

Tell me what you got in mind?

Besides fabricated paradigms

On second thought

I don't have the time!

No evidence supports what they find,

Jedi minds, look'em in the 3rd eye

And hypnotise, worldwide, with more lies!

And 1 by 1

They beat the drum

Don't fall in line

And 1 by 1

They beat the drum

Don't fall in line

"Are you talented?... yeah"

"Are they interested?... depends what you share"

"Are you sensitive?... only when it comes to my career"

I prefer my peace and my quiet, cooler hands prevail put out fires, transition from performer to writer, as an artist I'll never retire, but as a man I made a decision to fade away back to the islands, in a small hut, grow my own vegetables horticulture and such, this frickin' media is just too much, I'll disappear in yellow submarine below the ocean like Ed Snowden, then return with after the planet flip over, I'll rage against the machine and disappear like Zach, make a impact, then exit stage right - like that

The same ole' media game again,

Got to be real careful what you say to them,

They kicking dirt on ya' name again,

If I was you I wouldn't play with' them,

They only love you until they don't have to,

They only wanna' gain your trust - that's how they trap you,

4G 5G doesn't even matter,

They'll kill you with your own metadata