Fraternity Of The Impoverished lyrics - Canibus (feat. Professor Griff)

[Canibus:]

Fraternity of the Impoverished

Knowledge this, knowledge this

The vocalist beast, knowledge like the pope in this piece,

You think the ocean is deep? Fuck with me!

Unbelievable bars, unbeatable odds,

Unspeakable horrors at a unperceivable cost

Your unagreeable response lacks thought and human heart

This is Lyrical Law, it's what I make the music for

My prayers are simple, my forehead is layered with wrinkles

Because of all the hardships that I've been through

Symbolic Hip Hop prophet speak to your subconscious

Fringe politics got the public thinking the opposite

I'm a hypo-lyrical spontaneous alchemical

Elite neo-liberal child of the indigo

Drilling holes through the Faraday cages of your brains

Then I implant the arcane image of Saint Germaine

High lyrical exponent intelligence quotient

When I'm focused I can engage multiple opponents

But I won't if, I have no motive, "Soldier be careful, it's loaded!"

Verbose with emotions of psychosis

In case you didn't notice when I wrote it,

I'm spitting lyrics fitting in tighter spaces than outer-space roaches

A real MC don't have to do what he don't wanna do

And that includes freestyling in front of you

It's not like something gone change,

It's not like the whole world gone start praising my name - I stay in my lane

I'd rather die by living brave then live like a slave

I'd rather be broke then be fake and get paid

These layers of physicality challenge me

My soul is gold and it's the only thing that's able to balance me

My energy body has a alchemical copy that looks godly

Not fat, out of shape, and sloppy

The iller the rhymes the more that I embody

Vilified when real recognize real - I gets mines

Stand with the underdog - don't be a coward

Stop dickriding people for their money and power!

Even an American flag says 'Made in China'

The national debt says the US is a vagina

Of a black widow spider spraying blood out like a geyser

Why do we lose everything we fight for?

Fathers, mothers, sons, daughters

In the land of the lawless, sacrificed before Horus

The Inca, the Aztecs, the Mayans, were masters

A new beginning is coming - the irony is classic

The potential of life versus the potential of death

Either way you go through mad mental stress

God forbid for you, for her, or him

We ignored the gems now we gotta do it all again

We failed Hip Hop's laws and brought down shame upon our cause

Now we will fall upon our swords

The Shaman pays homage to Solomon

He orders them to send the witchdoctor in, then asked me to rhyme again

Every now and then I get retarded and spit

I would like to apologize to every artist I dissed

Everybody assumes that I wanna rhyme but I don't

Sometimes I just wanna chill and watch you flow

Mysteries of the cathedral, the dark overlords are evil

Ripped out the vocal cords of the people

I walk up to your bed side disguised with red eyes

And tell you to remember these rhymes

This is the season of Hip Hop believe it or not,

I lined it up with the planet's equinox

Dead By Design lyrics - Canibus (feat. Professor Griff)

[Professor Griff:]

Canibus

Throwing melanated molotov cocktails

Engineer directly out of Full Sail

Ripping the jacker, ain't nobody nastier

Spitting and grabbing facts and data to enhance ya

Canibus the lyrical adjective killer

[Canibus:]

My Melatonin Magik is enhanced by the melatonin tablets

Come take a walk with Canibus

Ardipithecus Ramidus, what the fuck is Melatonin Magik Bis?

I still ain't understanding this shit

Okay, my brain is a microchip

My two balls with a cane is a macro-dick, I rap so sick

I created swine PLOO out of an infinite mix

You tried to diss but can't even spit, you just stand there and wish

With your hand on your hips, man you a bitch

Who the fuck is you to criticize a lyrical king

You see, that's my problem, I spit a thousand bars y'all was silent

I ain't heard nothing about it

I had to give you three years to recognize

And then I realized, can't nobody even fuck with my rhymes

The Internet is an early telepathic building set

My lyrics are international nuclear missile threats

The blogosphere is where you vent frustration and discontent

But children don't understand the concept of consequence

So yes, it's immature to express disrespect

But no I will not accept what the media says

They are the reason we are being mislead

There are forces above them that feed off our stress, suffering and debt

I am Dead by Design, 'cause nobody tells me what to rhyme

I make up my own fucking mind

There are more of us than them

But at the same time they are gods and we are just mortal men

Thirteen levels above 33, let me say it again

They are gods and we are just mortal men

I cannot imagine their power

They put a black family in the White House just so they can take away ours

You tryna to plan a great escape? You're a coward

They gon' make us march into a gas chamber make us think we're taking a shower

Mommas and babies is crying

The children of Zion belong to Skynet, nobody knows who's behind it

So if you don't care, fine then, I don't care either

But I ain't spineless like you, I'm a true believer

In the metaphysical ether, you listening to the lyrical reaper

The spiritual teacher, empirical speaker

After this album they gon' call me a leader

But I'm not, Killuminati just gon' murder me like Pac

Blood sacrifice or not, I don't even wanna be alive

If it's like that, then fuck Tiamat

You can laugh at my appearance

Well fuck you for standing there staring, fuck everything on this planet

Including the evil spirits, notwithstanding the aliens

Acting like they don't hear us, there's no need to fear us

Just come down and help us, I love James Brown more than I love Elvis

But that don't mean I'm selfish

Soft but hard on the outside like shellfish

Crispy, crunchy, black crawling out of Hell's pit

You scream for hardcore, I felt it

But what you gon' do when they kill me on some Eminem and L shit?

You won't do a motherfucking thing

'Cause let me tell you why, you a coward and you don't know shit

'Cause if my Brothers stand next to me, the energy expands collectively

The world was never ready for me

And they ain't ready for their own freedom neither, they perish from the heater

The fire breathers crawl out of their cage to eat 'em

Like thin crust pizza, Cthulhu creatures with rough features

Jeepers creepers, good luck with Jesus

How many meters? Reload and squeeze it

I run up in the Vatican with demons, just to get even

That's where the biggest demon is

It's no secret, but nobody else sees it, so they won't believe it

But that's when I calm back down, the key word is back down

I got possessed by my own raps, wow

Knock knock, who's home? The black Dan Brown

I didn't mean what I said, please don't kill me now

My ghostwriter's not around, plus it was just a freestyle

But at least I got better beats now

Meanwhile, motherfuckers still mad, I feel bad

I'd apologize but you acting like a real fag

What the fuck I'm supposed to feel like?

Twelve years later I still don't get acknowledged for shit that I write

But I don't want to talk to you now

It'd be a motherfucking miracle if you even see me walking around

They still ask me about 'Second Round' even now

[Interviewers voice] Canibus can you tell us of what happened again? - Look at this fucking clown

Can't get over it, they ask me a loaded question

And act like I'm the one that's promoted it, hang up on 'em

You a cyborg unit with no soul to it

Stupid surrogate, twelve years later I'm on some other shit

And so is the whole world, look at the mother ships

And so is the whole world, look at the mother ships

[Professor Griff:]

After this album they gon' call me a leader but I'm not

The Illuminati just gon' kill me just like they did Pac

Blood sacrifice or not

It's Professor Griff the ex-minister

Signing out

Only Slaves D.R.E.A.M. lyrics - Canibus

Do you think that the powers that be

Are goin' to let you do what you want to do for eternity?

Of course you don't, so what do you fear?

Why you spazzin' out, why you so scared?

Everybody wanna be first, nobody wants to be last

Do you think a God that created this would watch all of us die while others just laugh?

What happens when the money system crash?

And there's no more value in the cash?

You gon' suck dick and sell ass?

You gon' try to fight back with' ya hands?

You probably gon' change your money into gold

You gon' use that to try and buy soul

Buy some drugs with it, buy a peice of hole

Don't tell me, I don't wanna know

You need to come up with a better plan

The Devil smash metal weapons like glass

Right now we out-matched and out-classed

We have to stay on a spiritual path

'Cause in the absence of love we blastin' one another with blood

Media shows up to capture the buzz

I'm a child of God and a rapper from the gutter

I'm six of one and half a dozen of the other

This is not one of those 'I told you so' moments

This is just Canibus being open

Lower egoic minds brush aside

But can't nullify the high science that is coming from the rhymes

I couldn't believe it the day that I was told

That every person alive does not have a soul

And is not in control of these cotton pickin' bowls

Politicians declare the war of attrtion on the globe

And stole all the fishin' holes

Grandma got the chitlins on the stove,

That'll overload the senses in your nose

Young folk can't even afford to get old

How many Youtube views before you go gold?

How many albums last week you sold?

How many leak downloads?

Oh, you still believe in Soundscan, bro?

Don't be discouraged

Write and produce and record and you love it

This is your Art, and that's the point of it

When you get paid from it, things change people behave stubborn

And say rude things to judge it

They want you to thug it, so they can have you like a test subject

Handcuffed and take mug shots of it

I told you before I'm nobodies spit puppet

I say what I want, you take what you want from it

This is a social experiment put on by the public

Hip Hop is completely corrupted

You ain't rappin' 'bout that, you ain't rappin' 'bout nothin'

I ain't never gon' starve, I been white tail huntin'

Ya'll motherfuckers is buggin', speakin' with no substance

Hip Hop's the way it is because of you cousin

It ain't my fault, you locked me out of it

99 percent of my fans ain't nothin'

But scumbag, scumbuckers, blood suckin', cock fuckers

My lyrics too advanced for the average block hustler

You know my name, I'm deeply inspired

On a mountain lion meat diet, eat and be quiet

Recycle the fire and deep fry it

That line is hot, but you said it before, you get a C-

My shit is timeless like the Great Wall of China

Sick in the biggest way like a dinosaur virus

Spreadin' through Verizon Wireless

Homeland Securities tryin' it, just to see if you lyin' Bis

They step to me, never thought it would happen like this

You a flight risk, we need that microphone back Bis

Diversionary tactics, Magik madness

Canibus, you can't leave this miserable prison planet, God damnit

We don't care what you're fans think

'Cause 99 percent of all of the don't exist

The observer changes the properties of the observed

This is done with your mind, not with your words

Word? Yeah, I'm about to show you nerds

You book worms really startin' to get on my nerves

I can't talk like you, but I can understand you

I know what this entire ordeal can expand to

I love Hip Hop, I've always been a fan too

I'm a big fan of everything you do

I appreciate the purchases, the online searches

I hope you enjoy the verses, it was great to be of service

This was always my purpose

I'm always workin' to be a better person everyday

And still growin' like the Earth is

Peace to the Gods and the Earths, kid

Ripperland lyrics - Canibus (feat. The Goddess Psalm One)

[Psalm One]

They told me I'm few and far between like oasis to the wilderness

I'm still a mess but I climb it like a duplex

Oooh yes! Baby I'm gritty and I'm Fabolous

I'm pretty stupid, dumb enough to ask a fella "Can-I-Bus?"

I ran, I rushed, I played it like a cello string

Barely get hellos in the morning but we wrestling

AM to the PM I'm preparing for the execution

Stop bein sexist cause you weak as hell (I'm gonna do this fo' sho')

I got the tent up in my hood with the chicken and the tater salad

Listen and you'll make it past this

Christian name, not quite a Christian rapper

Wait until I'm finished, make yo' silly comments after

Grown woman, not quite a girl rapper

You only bustin open a book, learn the chapters

Rapid fire comes the path to ghetto life

And that's word to LP, I sleep when you fertilized

I'm a, street talker, ghetto chemist

You ain't a starter; I ain't finished

Look at me boy, in my eyeballs

You ain't pullin shit! This is my stall

I'm a beauty, I'm a beast

I'm as stingy as I wanna be, I'ma fest

You're a fish in a school of whales

And baby school won't be the only thing you fail, you fail

[Chorus: Psalm One]

I'm a, street talker, ghetto chemist

You ain't a starter; I ain't finished boy

You only bustin open a book, learn the chapters [2X]

[Canibus]

There once was a boy, his name was Jack

He changed it to Rip so that he could rap

There were those who observed to memorize what they heard

They enjoyed the rhymes and the sounds of the words

Such glorious poetry interwoven into code

Rip had written something that would never grow old

On the night of the Ripper's Eve

Little boys and girls would sit with crossed knees and begin to read

about lights in the sky, little green men with big eyes

Their short size is only a disguise

Sipping hot cocoa slow in the middle of the snow

If you can spit a flow, then off to Ripperland we go

Any +Quantum of Solace+ is brolics, Germaine Bond is modest

I wrote my first doctorate in confinement

Between the choices I have made and choices made for me

Reminds me of a story I should tell you in the morning

I moistened my fingers and turned the page

I must say, you're very sophisticated for your age

I'm amazed you never have to be told to behave

You raise your hand to speak and respond to your name

I remember... the day I had changed

The way I was struck by lightening in the rain

Maybe some other time I'll tell you what I became

I can tell you that I've waned in the pain of my shame

It is written in books and carved into skin

It is etched into every metaphor from within [echoes]

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

Stomp On Ya Brain lyrics - Canibus (feat. Journalist)

[Intro/Chorus: Canibus]

"If you can't walk the walk," nah don't even try it

When I'm wired, I spit fire

And come stomp on your brain, brain, brain...

[Verse 1: Canibus]

Yo! What about hip-hop, is so interesting?

Emcees battle for respect, it's intensive

Spit rhymes while I shimmy up the cliff side

Before you ask why I'm tryin to show you where Rip died

The questions give me more insight into your mind

than them whack rhymes I hear you recitin all the time

Restore and re-establish it, revive it, revamp it

Refresh yourself with something organic, and mechanic

Verses be so strong they are generally interpreted wrong

Prone to correspond their responses from the songs

Mr. Motherfuckin Know-It-All, bet you ten gold banola bars

I'm smarter then those fifth graders are

The writing technique is from a lion-headed beast

Sciatic nerve got me spittin automatic words

Ideas eliminated in the order they were created

amid specative language about how I even made it

Rebel without a cause, spittin ten billion bars

to the cold corpse cellophane wrapped on the floor

There's more, I declare war, bomb 'em!

Pound after pound I come stomp on 'em

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Journalist]

We bite without barkin, you just a target

I shot darts and stomp on your brain in Doc Martins

with boats shoes, so crude, my pardon

Soon as the clock startin, show moves I got from old dudes

who used to smoke Kools by the carton

Set fire to you, I'm the arson

Was clappin at cats, before they applauded for John Carson

Anybody with good sense, know the footprints

solemn leads is from the Air Max 93's

'til everything you see is Siamese

I've been stompin since chicks from Martin was buyin reeds

We stomp on your cane, and sell it to niggaz

The niggaz stomp on your brain

Who wanna tangle with the black orangutang?

I came to bang, it ain't a thang

Name a name he'll be history

Nothin more than a mystery, a Stephen King novel

Either they ain't been watchin or they need a clean goggle

to follow the footsteps of the T Rex, detect

whoever leap next from a speed jet without a parachute

Turn you into carrot soup troop

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Canibus]

The duck-billed dino was eaten by the eighty ton rhino

A very long time ago

Soul, rock and roll, RTJ double-oh

Now you know nigga, lock and load

How can I create the right sentence to help explain

how it feels when a whack emcee rhymes for Germaine?

Don't be a water brain, make you spit your rhymes in quarantine

Put you up against War Machine

Sixty second rounds, keep your metaphors clean

Sleepwalk when I dream, spit Listerine green

The (Microphone Fiend) on the scene

Call on them scream, he might break you off a sixteen

Laser beam lyrics comin at you at an altered speed

The (Altered Beast) don't pause for the beat

This is lyrical law, you will be among the first to compete

to run, walk or crawl over beats

The goal is too tall to reach, can't touch the Spit Boss' feet

You pole vault into a wall of defeat

I love Biggie cause I know what he means

When he told you, "It was all a dream"

[Chorus]

Beat Butcher Get Em lyrics - Canibus (feat. Jaecyn Bayne, Son One & Chopp Devize)

[Canibus]

Yeah, Melatonin Magik

Jaecyn Bayne, Son One, Chopp Devize, Canibus [echoes]

[Verse 1]

Undergod soldier, runnin off toastin

A notebook and vocals, a smidge overdosin

Even when the D-boy system not coastin

You hear my spoken better than when Rae lost his focus

Crystalized opiate to victimize opponents

With addictive lines coated in, snares and some solar hits

Motive is to sew up in ya, dopest with a doper grit

Son, Can-I, and I, Pai Mai's chosen men

Transcontinental conniseurs of the art of war

Knockin off non-essential artists which ya shoppin for

The buck stops when I step in the voicebox

and unload bars like they're several joy shots

Yellow light caution, my melatonin's archin

Sleep on me, and I'ma get to sleep stalkin

Technicians of lyrics, racketeering of sound

that'll surely be your last at your burial grounds

[Verse 2]

Ayyy! Get 'em, metaphorically speaking, this set of bars

is lettin off 'til several squads is deaded and weakened

or probably beheaded and beaten, severed and leakin

I get it, started like before I parted I settled in Eden

But evolved over the course of time

More was just forced to fall off course for the shine (yeah!)

I'm the ultimate, no alternate

Swords can give, darts with tips, dipped in arsenic

Most sound like nothin like after me

Track murdered the graveyard's bustin at the seams

(When I crush) like a nug out of the bag of the trees

To be honest, your rhymes sound like rotten to me (word)

I'm the sun, I'm the rise, and the fall

When I die and collapse the whole sky'll dissolve

(Yeah) And I fight for the cause

You should say my name first when describin the boss

[Verse 3]

Put up your laptop break the boombox plug your infantry your iPod

No need for tough talk, or rockin up in the streets with Krylon

Hip-Hop is not forgotten, its been watered down like [?]

Tick tock me wavin the timebomb, blowin it up so it don't die off

That's why I'm on the job with balls to supercharge your ions

I be the icon you read about in multiple [?]

Consulted by God, still open the third eye like I'm a cyclops

To keep my mind strong, I memorize entire rhyme blogs

Emcees try hard, but many just get sunk like a battleship

And missin a bunch of requirements like [?] an asterisk

Fact or fiction I can't tell the difference when half of these rappers spit

Ignorant, I bet they don't even know what the meaning of whackness is

You actually think you're good, sorry man, your talent is absent kid

I guess them folks won't ever be dope no matter how much they practice it

Illy inject the game with passion, puttin an end to the abstinence

There's so many things for you to fathom but for now it's class dismissed

[Canibus]

(Get 'em!) As we proceed to emcee

Keep it real recognize the skills over the beat

Hold up, don't shine your boots up, you still suck

You can't rhyme like this, unless you rhymin with US

Fuck the questions~! Find out for yourself

You got to find out who you help

Service to brothers, service to others, service to self

There's no way to tell

Even if you got a mic in your grill

You wanna sell? It's got nothin to do with bein ill

I rock bells with a glass of water and a melatonin pill

Put your soul into a spell, stay still

The universe movin at a pace, perhaps it'll all be revealed

For me this all happened because of a record deal

For you, this happened because of what you all feel

And now nobody can copy me, I am my own technology

You pay homage to me electronically

One out of three speak about they flawed philosophies

Betrayal, that is the cause of all hypocrisy

We are livin in the garden of technocracy

I am my own technology, ten thousand G

What's the weight of a light beam? Ask Killah Priest

He gon' tell you that your soul is not ready to be released

I'm a king with a slave's pair of feet, a flat-footed freak

I walk around hooded in the streets

Lookin for beats, the djinn creep lookin for beef

They lookin for the emcees with the invisible speech

So do not even look up at what you are beneath

Just stare straight ahead and pretend you're on the beach

My breathing becomes labored after they shock me with a taser

I fell to my knees then they shot me with a laser

Beat Butcha, one thousand bar street pusher like that

Snap, spring coil tap, release trigger

Melatonin Magik, metal drones with payload attachments

Shoot me in the head 'til I stop rappin

Jaecyn Bayne, Son One, Propane Germaine

One day I'm a show you what we all made

Melatonin Magik, the golden child chanted

Daddy, the cell phone got too much static

Melatonin Magik is now trackin all known air traffic

Unknown traffic, just red flag it

Melatonin Magik, go to sleep, do not panic

The heart of your soul is in the planet

Melatonin Magik, turn your face to the left you maggot

Don't look at me unless you want a challenge

(Get 'em!) Architect, Chopp Devize

Reverse polarity, optic eyes in the skies

Melatonin Magik for minds like mines

like mines, like mines, like mines

Do It Live! lyrics - Canibus (feat. Blaq Poet, Skarlet Rose & Presto)

[Bill O'Reilly]

"I can't do it... we'll do it live"

"WE'LL DO IT LIVE, FUCK IT!" "Do it live!"

"Look, I'll write it and we'll do it live!"

"Fucking thing SUCKS!"

[Blaq Poet]

It's a slaughter nigga, Mickey & Mallory style

Y'all niggaz is dead, and people callin me foul

Cross you off the list, and chuck you over in a pile

Let's get this shit settled, right here and right now

I got this hard shit, in a smash

I'm about the cash; stop lookin nigga, I'm the last

motherfucker you gon' meet like this

Turn your day pitch black, like I clicked the light switch

The beat is nickle plated, one up in the chamber

In the clip the remainder, blastin off in anger

The Blaq Monsta, strike like the black mamba

Have y'all motherfuckers runnin home to your momma

Stay in yo' fuckin place, you know that I'm the ace

If not, get the taste smacked out your fuckin face

Everything I say, I mean it

I'm the black motherfucker, straight outta Queensbridge

"We'll do it live"

[Skarlit Rose]

Streets is gritty, drama in the city

We askin God for mercy but he showin you no pity

You're hopin for a miracle, when your faith is cynical

The only thing that matter to you is if you had your pistol full

Sit back, uncontrolled rages

Over y'all taxes, playin on different stages

Rotten lives, speeches be contagious, who we are

Cats who die, they don't make it too far

We're quick to talk about things we shoulda done and never did it

Things we started, and never finished

We watch our children look at us with empty wishes

They growin up with no restrictions, I wonder why

Miscommunications, across the great states

Blood flows down heaven's gates as we await our torturous fates

Crimson, for all to see

But only those with knowledge seem to see it biblically

It's a harsh reality, placed in wise mentality

Unholy matrimonies, your true voice is true phonies

Shadows creepin while you're sleepin

Young widows weepin, trustin these cats when you meet them

This teach men before they descend

Enter Nostradamus philosophy well fuck that, listen to my prophecy

Well your blood run, now you're enemies

You choose your path, now face your penalties

No more gettin high, and drinkin Hennessy

It's a new world ordered, not meant for humanity

[Presto]

I got that hazardous flow kids sniff with various cokeheads

Y'all cats are halfway out the closet like Mario Lopez

My infallible flow is sicker than subliminal phallic symbols

of Walt Disney motion picture posters

Sac section rises, sick as Opus, fixin the focus

The scope of the magnum at whichever nigga's standin the closest

Your amateur flow is not compatible to my notes its

like Kanye I snatch your mic for thinkin that you so swift

The magical melatonin omen roamin in the wide open

Breast strokin in the fiery ocean, tokin on cyanide

When I was smokin, I saw both of my eyes explodin

Mind frozen with bad breath from goin into ketosis

Nebaru geneticists, medieval torture methods

Military weapons, botchilist, decoding Hebraic messages

Nuyorican native, reincarnated, in the form of Satan

The ladies, in a meditative state, sedated

Inundated with the latest, my speech is upgraded

Y'all niggaz ain't seein me, like the thong on Aretha Franklin

Why am I so lyrical? Cause your rhymes are limited

like a cockeyed cyclops who loses periphreal

Attack mics, split backs like the passion of Christ

My passion for what I write is like a massive appetite

[Canibus]

The appetite of Megaladon, pumping steroids in his arm

His upper torso is bigger than yours

Brave men will die, women will cry over the genocide

But don't cry, dry.. your eye

My left brain twenty percent, my right brain is more than that

My pituitary gland is on crack

That's why they barely understand where I'm at

And while I rap, they say it's whack

It's not wise to react, why is that?

Cause consciously I'm black, subconsciously I'm darker than that

The most controversial artist in rap

When I step with my lyrics, I force them to fall back

I was wounded in combat, and still crawled back ("Do it live!")

Do it right the first time, I don't ever have to do it again

Unless I rehearse it again and again

Rotating floating spheres like clockwork rotating gears

Counter-clockwise collating what you hear

Over here, don't repeat what you heard, just remember what you learned

Remember the last time you got burned

Qualitative analysis is not enough to quantify Canibus

But do it live if you think you can handle this

[gunshot fires]

Sharpshootaz Blazin' Caps lyrics - Canibus (feat. K-Solo, Born Son, Willie Dynamite & Maintain)

[Canibus]

Sharp fangs! Sharpshootaz... sharpshootaz

The poem is dolioform

I arm wrestle you with my polio arm in a rodeo barn

Nowadays I see emcees get on stage

They look like parakeets in a cage

Grab the mic like they afraid to palm it

'til I bomb it, the LRADs lace the target

The firearm long like fist-to-armpit

Sergeant Sharpshoota, a gifted marksman

Sip sake, rip the mic nigga watch me

The kamikaze, Benihana your body

Sour posses show up to your party

Everybody go home now, put your microphone down

Go boil some water, I'ma hold him down

Interrogation techniques, I'ma show you how

I'ma ask you two times, then after that

I'ma roll you a blunt with a blasting cap

You understand what I'm sayin? Your man's not playin

You'll be twenty-one grams lighter after the weigh-in

Sharpshootaz aimin, wolfgang came in to bang him

Demo'd the nigga, then Maintain sprayed him

[Maintain]

Yeah I sprayed him, it was strictly biz

The way I laid him to rest yo it wasn't cause I hated him

His bars were sendin him off, he was lost

Now he's, six feet deep payin the cost

Yo my enemies are unfit; they keep movin

like they don't know I'm too strategic for this dumb shit

You're hopin that I fail; but the race is been won

But they don't know that because they slower than a snail

It's too easy, but I don't feel guilty

Cause if the slowpokes had it their way they would kill me

Now how real is this situation that I stay in

And when does a Sharpshoota got time for playin?

My whole team aimin them red beams, it's no games

It takes me no brains to leave you with no brains

I got you so pegged this is so unfair

You should start prayin to the man upstairs

Cause really all I gotta do is cock and squeeze

And your brain's on the ground lookin like cottage cheese

While I'm in the trees with top notch emcees

Sharin brilliant ideas and philosophies about

how we're gonna stack this money and lounge

In the town there's a whole lot of nothin around

Try to stop the process, and I'm huntin you down

to put your faggot ass in front of the ground, now fuck around

[Chorus: Canibus (K-Solo)]

The Sharpshootaz, it's the Sharpshootaz

Blastin at the blastin cap, bomb unit

It's the Sharpshootaz, it's the Sharpshootaz

Nothin but sharp fangs, paws and claws, let's do this!

(It's the Sharpshootaz! It's the Sharpshootaz!)

(If it's a mission that we on you know I mapped it out)

(It's the Sharpshootaz! It's the Sharpshootaz!)

(My whole team'll have you street dudes tappin out)

[Willie Dynamite]

Yo, me fall off in the game, picture that!

You got beef in the street? And need heat?

Call your man I get you that

I got small ones that go pop pop, and click clack

And big ones strong enough to push a bus back (BOOM!)

And I still ain't forgot what you said nigga

I'm down to turn that white tee you rockin

into a ketchup bed

When the slugs, catch up, to yo' head

Hip-Hop you dead a closet casket you gon' rock instead

So tell your mans ain't no need for sendin flowers and shit

When I'm on the fiends come through and devour the shit

The block is dry, leave it up to us to shower the shit

You got beef, I slide through and Twin Tower your shit

Dynamite, I'll harass you niggaz

Like pullin your shorts down in front of chicks

I'll embarrass you niggaz

Actin like you John Gotti, we'll see how gangster you are

when you find pieces of your son's body

I fucked around and ate his lunch, now he got his hands full

holdin his head and legs in the trunk

The chick I'm with, I ain't hearin the bitch

I'm rockin Sharpshoota shit, lookin for the next gear to switch

[Born Sun]

Aiyyo I squeeze on emcees like bullets never-ending

Leave the machine smokin while the terror still spinnin

Mujahadeen from Queens, an Arabian God

Suicide bomb your squad screamin Allahu Akbar

Hell gon' unleash release for beast wars

Mad rapper with a backpack strapped with C4

Barack Obama that popped the llama

And bodily harm ya, shots penetrate your armor

The young Yaphet Kotto in the dojo blowin 'dro

Clappin the fo'-fo', wanted for murderin the flow

Crazy muh'fucker I'm sick, it's been known

Rhymes retarded and bars is downs syndrome

I'm top raised to hit front page, up center stage

with the gauge, that'll remove your hips from your legs

Back crackin vertabrae, attack and murder prey

Don't ever war with Sun, I swore I thought I heard him say

[Chorus]

[K-Solo]

None of you niggaz in the block want beef

You get slammed on your face like you fightin Tito Ortiz

Plus I, wreck shop, your man'll hear your neck pop

I do your whole clique with a 8 ball in a sweatsock

I draw the line, cross it, you get shot

My wolves'll leave the mountain and scatter the whole block

I get the Mac out, splatter the whole block

Come mad a whole lot, I said it to get it hot

I wrote it so when I quote it I spit it, went POP

You can disrespect me but not when I'm holdin the glock

I paint my name on your back like connect the dot

And YO! I'll get that movement in your neck to stop

These motherfuckers know the fuckin deal

See I don't fuckin sleep, you know my fuckin hand be on the steel

Quick with ammo, come equipped

when I squeeze the infra from the hip [echoes]

[Chorus]