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Canibus - Mic-nificent

Tekst piosenki:

  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
  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
  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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