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, osteoporosis your bones
who’s the nicest n*gg* you know in the year two triple-o
spit turn to icicles in the mid air and slit your throat

drain your carc*ss dry rip out your heart b*tch
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

i’ll pray on them, i’ll spray on them
first n*gg* to violate i’ll regulate without warning
i’ll pray on them, i’ll spray on them
first n*gg* to violate i’ll regulate without warning

i’ll pray on them, i’ll spray on them
first n*gg* to violate i’ll regulate without warning
i’ll pray on them, i’ll spray on them
first n*gg* to violate i’ll regulate without warning

yo, yo, i’m faster than leopards runnin’ 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 p*ss through my intestines

so ask yourself a question, can the canibus rhyme?
is a f*ckin’ 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 n*gg*s 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, n*gg*s 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 b*lls flying
striking you one at a time, in a parallel line
why the art of emceein’ is steady dyin’
that n*gg* canibus is still in his prime, bust a rhyme

i’ll pray on them, i’ll spray on them
first n*gg* to violate i’ll regulate without warning
i’ll pray on them, i’ll spray on them
first n*gg* to violate i’ll regulate without warning

i’ll pray on them, i’ll spray on them
first n*gg* to violate i’ll regulate without warning
i’ll pray on them, i’ll spray on them
first n*gg* to violate i’ll regulate without warning

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 n*gg*z be gettin’ 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 sh*t house of blues, i rocked it
one twelve atl, that’s the dirty south bomb sh*t
synagogue, yeah i be there caribbean city, roll deep there
lyricist lounge, they be some real emcees there

/ canibus lyrics