The war drums sound like a hundred guns fired at once //
For an entire month //
Can-I-Bus? You know you can // (4x)
Yeah,
Involuntary muscle spasm a**assin busts with a passion //
Listen to how Canibus reenact this //
Poor rappers fall victim to the phor master //
Drill your a** raw for ice core data //
An earthquake machine being powered by a crystal //
Scalene in hydro, no pulse signal //
Lyrically wave-theory like Timothy Leary //
So you don't have to understand me to hear me, you feel me? //
Barely, the quickening happens in between //
In the Eloheim Lord Lizard King with the Ripper conditioning //
Partitioning with the Fischer King eating chicken wings //
My fingertips are glistening but I'm listening //
Yeah, the master observes how rappers use vernacular //
To fail to capture the meaning attached to the words //
Hip-Hop __A__, career suicide //
Killer Ripper spits to the sustained pitch mixed and chopped //
To add a counter point, mix a master that drops //
Complex and confusing, I'm laughing because it's hot //
The super duper uber music conductor producer from the future //
Stuff tubas with gunpowders to improvise bazookas //
Colder than killer cobras over Jehovah //
Delta soldiers in blimp balloon gondolas with stealth motors //
They watch over us, told me where to go //
But I can only take both of us so you better soldier up- //
Size, activity, location, unit //
Time and equipment: What you going to do with it? //
Salute, that's what they do when I rip it //
I proved it, I did it, "D-R Period" was in the booth when I spit it //
Bread and b***er, n**** //
Beyond Canibus, m************ //
Broken Language the hustler //
Starboard rudder, the Coast Guard Cutter //
I'm the studio night-owl //
Stress give me white eyebrows //
Who the f*** I got to fight with now? //
Yeah, conspicuous characters creep through America //
With a killer chemical in a canister called Canibus //
Crazy as crystal communicate correct signal //
They call it criminal, I call it lyrical //
Call the Commissioner //
I'm going to crucify the Christian Caligula //
Like they crucified M.C. Christopher //
I cast the Canibus symbol in the crowd //
If there's beef on the ground, I'm going to carve the cow //
Now, smuggle contraband through the canal //
I check my clip on my chamber, sharpshooter style //
La Costa Nostra //
Deep like Deepak Chopra //
I kick your door down in loafers //
.45 in the holster, A-K in the baby stroller //
Babies with baking soda, my lady in the Rover //
A midget with dreadlocks down to his toes //
With flows I expose what nobody knows //
For an entire month //
Can-I-Bus? You know you can // (4x)
Yeah,
Involuntary muscle spasm a**assin busts with a passion //
Listen to how Canibus reenact this //
Poor rappers fall victim to the phor master //
Drill your a** raw for ice core data //
An earthquake machine being powered by a crystal //
Scalene in hydro, no pulse signal //
Lyrically wave-theory like Timothy Leary //
So you don't have to understand me to hear me, you feel me? //
Barely, the quickening happens in between //
In the Eloheim Lord Lizard King with the Ripper conditioning //
Partitioning with the Fischer King eating chicken wings //
My fingertips are glistening but I'm listening //
Yeah, the master observes how rappers use vernacular //
To fail to capture the meaning attached to the words //
Hip-Hop __A__, career suicide //
Killer Ripper spits to the sustained pitch mixed and chopped //
To add a counter point, mix a master that drops //
Complex and confusing, I'm laughing because it's hot //
The super duper uber music conductor producer from the future //
Stuff tubas with gunpowders to improvise bazookas //
Colder than killer cobras over Jehovah //
Delta soldiers in blimp balloon gondolas with stealth motors //
They watch over us, told me where to go //
But I can only take both of us so you better soldier up- //
Size, activity, location, unit //
Time and equipment: What you going to do with it? //
Salute, that's what they do when I rip it //
I proved it, I did it, "D-R Period" was in the booth when I spit it //
Bread and b***er, n**** //
Beyond Canibus, m************ //
Broken Language the hustler //
Starboard rudder, the Coast Guard Cutter //
I'm the studio night-owl //
Stress give me white eyebrows //
Who the f*** I got to fight with now? //
Yeah, conspicuous characters creep through America //
With a killer chemical in a canister called Canibus //
Crazy as crystal communicate correct signal //
They call it criminal, I call it lyrical //
Call the Commissioner //
I'm going to crucify the Christian Caligula //
Like they crucified M.C. Christopher //
I cast the Canibus symbol in the crowd //
If there's beef on the ground, I'm going to carve the cow //
Now, smuggle contraband through the canal //
I check my clip on my chamber, sharpshooter style //
La Costa Nostra //
Deep like Deepak Chopra //
I kick your door down in loafers //
.45 in the holster, A-K in the baby stroller //
Babies with baking soda, my lady in the Rover //
A midget with dreadlocks down to his toes //
With flows I expose what nobody knows //