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Canibus - Mic-Nificent lyrics
[Canibus] Yo, sittin on chrome, sittin on low pro 20 inch firestones Grippin the road with the wickedest flow, 'Bis is a pro I zigzag throughout sly loam Accelerate and decelerate in and out the cones Poisonous poems travel through walkman headphones Into your dome Osteoperosis your bones, Who's the nicest nigga you know in the year two triple-oh Spit turn to icicles in the mid air and slit your throat Drain your carcass dry rip out your heart bitch I write rhymes using your blood for my ink cartridges Paleoanthropologists, polish the bones of rapper artist after I dip in my hydrochloric waters Canibus, with the seams burstin, perfect Everyday the earth spins I write verses My soul purpose as a verbalist, is to make my words twist and connect like letters when they're in cursive Chorus: repeat 4X I'll pray on them, spray on them First nigga to violate I'll regulate without warning [Canibus] Yo, Yo, I'm faster than leopards running across the vast desert In twenty-two yards per second to catch me to daily delicatessen With thirty minutes to eat'em, forty minutes to digest 'em And fifty minutes for it to pass through my intestines So ask yourself a question - can the Canibus rhyme? Is a fuckin porcupine half swine? No time to make up your mind, you wanna run or die? Clip you while you're running by, trip you up from behind My rhymes, confuse niggas like somebody try to gang-bang wearin a blue shirt and red pants, throwin up signs with their left hand Standin out on the corner of wetlands with a confederate flag for a headband God dam eggplants, niggas gettin me vexed man Cause I'm surrounded by garbage like Fred Sav and I can't seem to get away from it I dreamed that I stabbed Leviathan through the stomach, and ate from it In my past life I slayed hundreds, and in the life before that I played trumpets, to warn you that I was comin There's one billion ways to die, and I already tried nine-hundred million nine hundred and ninety nine When I aim and fire my rhymes, like a hundred cannon balls flying Striking you one at a time, in a parallel line Why the art of emceein is steady dyin That nigga Canibus is still in his prime, bust a rhyme Chorus: repeat 4X I'll pray on them, spray on them First nigga to violate I'll regulate without warning [Canibus] Club Dodge, I wrecked that Limelight, cursed that Envy, I murdered that Club SoHo, never heard of that Wetlands, dried it up Cheaters, decided to club, fired up looking for a chicken to tie up Club New York, I heard it's hot there beats be rocking there Too many niggaz be getting stabbed and shot there Speed, I slowed it down The Tunnel, they hold it down Home of the underground, why they always close it down Century club, the hot shit House of Blues, I rocked it One twelve ATL, that's the Dirty South bomb shit Synagogue, yeah I be there Caribbean City, roll deep there Lyricist Lounge, they be some real emcees there there there {*fades out*} |
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