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点击复制Yeah That's the beat right there
I'm about to black out with 100 bars
On some professional sh*t
So don't try this at home yo
Yo yo yo
My style of rhyming
Is ancient like Aztec's and Mayan's
Because I recognize it's all about timing
Me and my freestyle alliance
Practicing African Voodoo science
In front of twenty foot bonfires
Looking skyward calculating May fifth two thousand
The nine planets'll be in alignment
The arrival of the prophet in the cockpit
Of a star ship the size of the Hale-Bopp comet
With mercury ion rockets
And a big a**
'Canibus coming soon' poster on the side of it
I'm known geographically and intergalactically
That's why I got extraterrestrials that want to battle me
They even tried kidnapping me
And they would've snatched me
If their craft didn't get trapped in the Earth's gravity
Engines stalled and failed
Crashed into a farmer's field
And that's really what caused Roswell
Undercover operatives working for COM twelve
Disguised as a ni**a signed with a record deal
Lyrically I'm off-scale
So all hail or get tossed towards Hell
Whatever y'all feel
Bruising niggas confusing niggas
Like Chip Fu from the Fu-Schnickens
Hit you with nuclear cruiser missiles
Hear the wild wolf growl
Styles stockpiled for miles
From the ground to the clouds
Wack niggas wanna be down
But it's not allowed
Interrupt the cipher unannounced
And you'll get punched in the mouth
With the Southpaw Southern fist
I'll bust your sh*t
Swell your lip bigger than bubba shrimp
For acting tough as sh*t what a wimp
You giant Goliath niggas
Get shot with a rubber sling
I'm an experiment gone bad
My brainwaves on an encephalograph show
That I'm stark raving mad
Your whole scientific staff'll
Get killed in a nuclear blast
When I throw the Florence flask in my hand
Flammable liquids in the lab explode
And you get stabbed with all the flying glass
Trained to blow up commercial aircrafts
Trained in chemical weapons class
Just to see how long a ni**a's breath'll last
I put him in a leather mask spray his a**
With a can of pepper gas
Then watch him grab his neck and gag
Watch the ni**a choke to death as I laugh
'You wanna battle
Is the type of question you should never ask
Ni**a pick a tougher task
See who the f**k'll last
Whoever lose'll get a soldering iron up the a**
You need to recognize
My hand is quicker than the eye
Quicker than the five speed Jamiroquai drives
A lifespan longer than nine lives
Infinite rhymes that can't die
A ni**a with a divine mind
I dedicate this to the wise dedicate it to dimes
Dividing myself into a hundred ten times
You can't deny the offering's an offer
Flows that glow with aurora's that spark of light
Water fly like a saucer with the torque of a Porsche
Murder a million emcees
Then autograph all of their coffins
Been getting it on
Since I been born and I'ma live long
And I'ma be getting it on 'til I'm gone
Look at all the stages I've been on
All the songs that I've spit on
I took an oath to rip everything I get on
A ni**a like me should have carpal tunnel syndrome
In the wrist bones from
Gripping microphones this long
I'm just a small fish in a big pond
That gets pissed off whenever I get picked on
Ni**a try to flip and get flipped on
My army march a million strong
Like the Nation of Islam with Suede Timbs on
Extremely hostile fully armed troops
Dressed in frog-suits
And night vision goggles
A lyrical lynch mob
Shitting on niggas drawn to a hideous form
With horns and a mink on
Ducking down low like Vietnam
Fighting the Vietcong
Screaming 'incoming' when I see a bomb
Speak to your leader surrender your arms
You need about a million
More soldiers to even the odds
Plus eight hundred thousand to even consider a war
And two hundred thousand more to even look hard
You better drop your flag and withdraw
My cavalry charge accompanied
By a blizzard of wicked metaphors
And smash y'all attach y'all to the back of my horse
And drag y'all across the motherf**king asphalt
Nine out of ten niggas is frauds
You know who you are
Always talking about your b**ches and your cars
Your jewellery and your girls
It's like we from two different worlds
You mother f**kers really get on my nerves
'Cause I'm beyond them
On some futuristic cyborg sh*t
I close my eyes when I freestyle
So I could read what prints across them
Then raise my arms like a sorcerer
And cast a fireball into the audience
To barbecue your brain organs
You feel like you've been thrown in a microwave oven
I flame broil suckers
And hit 'em with some more sh*t the raw sh*t
Call my reinforcements the four horsemen
Take a big piece of chalk and
Draw a line across the stage pulpit
I dare a mother f**ker to cross it
I'll even call my man Black Rob
At two in the morning
Tell him it's important
Tell him to call Sting three-way and sing a chorus
Break your camcorders
So you motherf**kers can't record it
Call the news I'll kill your reporters
Start a lawsuit I'll kill your lawyers
F**k the soft sh*t and f**k what y'all think
My album's gold
'Cause my album was the bomb sh*t
Y'all niggas got your a** beat
'Cause you asked for it
Got your picture taken and put in a tabloid
'Cause you a man
And you like to touch little boys
You f**k 'em in the a**
Then you give 'em cash for it
That's some sick sh*t homeboy
A hundred years ago
They'd have took you to see Sigmund Freud
You fraudulent feminine fragile as a feather is
With an effortless blow
I'll crack your whole skeleton
You think you're better than Canibus
Where's the evidence
You got below average intelligence
And poor penmanship
You need to shut the f**k up
'Cause your breath stinks
Take fifty cents
And purchase a pack of peppermints
Battling me you'll never win
You thought you was the only ni**a
That could sneak a weapon in
Ni**a guess again
'Cause after I'm finished wrecking this sh*t
I'ma drink a whole bottle of Henney
And go f**k a lesbian
100 Bars - Canibus