G G G G G G Get retarted *sampled* *2X*
Get G Get Get retarted
G G G G G G Get retarted *2X*
[Canibus]
Yo; n***** is phony frontin like they masters ceremonies
None of these suckers are even remotely close to me
To be nice I sacrifice things like no sleep
I keep a library of lyrics on microfiche
Creating concepts so deep n***** quote me
They rewind and interpret my rhymes to they homies
I did things beyond your flows, eons ago
Its inevitable, in '98 I'ma blow
Ever since '84, I been in it to win it
But since back then we used to battle by ?spittin on the cement?
You can't even absorb the rhymes I record
Or resolve the deep laws of the physics involved
I travel to the end of the universe and beyond
Concepts, I arrange from a cellular star sect'
From the galaxy of Andromeda
I puzzle n***** like crop-circles and other unexplained phenomena
Chorus:
Aiyyo, nine out of ten of these rap artists is garbage
(G-G-G-G-G-G Get retarted)
You spineless, rhymeless, n***** is heartless
(Get G-Get Get retarted)
Aiyyo, I came to see that hiphop is never tarnished
(G-G-G-G-G-G Get retarted)
So I *echoes*
(G-G-G-G-G-G Get retarted)
[Canibus]
Aiyyo, all I really want is you n***** to stop bitin
All I really want is you n***** to start writin
All I really want is you n***** to be original
And start spittin some lyrical s*** I can listen to
You haven't written the perfect rhyme yet
You don't even know the sequences to the Human-Geno Project
You haven't come in terms with your God yet
And you refuse to believe in unidentified flying objects
When I bomb n*****, I get retarted probably more than you bargained
I'm talkin about rippin mic off your arm s***, hype s***, blow up a
mic s***,
You might get, beat the f*** up in broad daylight with a nighstick
To the British, I'm Gandhi
To the Japanese I'm an American pilot flying over Nagasaki
To the AIDS patient I'm your last anti-body
Sitting and waiting for a cure for minor biology
Chorus
[Canibus]
Yo, I be lookin directly into the human eye to see if you a p****
And completely ruin your ability to lie to me
I pull a nine on a bully, c*** back the cannon
g******it, I don't think you fully understand it
Ask nine out of ten n***** on the planet
Who the best is, the question would go unanswered
Till I step up, to the front line with rhymes
Revving my engines like they were powered by they're minds
Murdering n***** with lyrics manufactured within my DNA's double-helix
I leave you in troubled spirits, I'm absolutely the purest
Breeder MC from the United States of America to Europe I deserve it
However you want to word it, I'm perfect
Touch my microphone on accident and get murdered on purpose
m***********!
(G-G-G-G-G-G Get retarted)
Chorus
Get G Get Get retarted
G G G G G G Get retarted *2X*
[Canibus]
Yo; n***** is phony frontin like they masters ceremonies
None of these suckers are even remotely close to me
To be nice I sacrifice things like no sleep
I keep a library of lyrics on microfiche
Creating concepts so deep n***** quote me
They rewind and interpret my rhymes to they homies
I did things beyond your flows, eons ago
Its inevitable, in '98 I'ma blow
Ever since '84, I been in it to win it
But since back then we used to battle by ?spittin on the cement?
You can't even absorb the rhymes I record
Or resolve the deep laws of the physics involved
I travel to the end of the universe and beyond
Concepts, I arrange from a cellular star sect'
From the galaxy of Andromeda
I puzzle n***** like crop-circles and other unexplained phenomena
Chorus:
Aiyyo, nine out of ten of these rap artists is garbage
(G-G-G-G-G-G Get retarted)
You spineless, rhymeless, n***** is heartless
(Get G-Get Get retarted)
Aiyyo, I came to see that hiphop is never tarnished
(G-G-G-G-G-G Get retarted)
So I *echoes*
(G-G-G-G-G-G Get retarted)
[Canibus]
Aiyyo, all I really want is you n***** to stop bitin
All I really want is you n***** to start writin
All I really want is you n***** to be original
And start spittin some lyrical s*** I can listen to
You haven't written the perfect rhyme yet
You don't even know the sequences to the Human-Geno Project
You haven't come in terms with your God yet
And you refuse to believe in unidentified flying objects
When I bomb n*****, I get retarted probably more than you bargained
I'm talkin about rippin mic off your arm s***, hype s***, blow up a
mic s***,
You might get, beat the f*** up in broad daylight with a nighstick
To the British, I'm Gandhi
To the Japanese I'm an American pilot flying over Nagasaki
To the AIDS patient I'm your last anti-body
Sitting and waiting for a cure for minor biology
Chorus
[Canibus]
Yo, I be lookin directly into the human eye to see if you a p****
And completely ruin your ability to lie to me
I pull a nine on a bully, c*** back the cannon
g******it, I don't think you fully understand it
Ask nine out of ten n***** on the planet
Who the best is, the question would go unanswered
Till I step up, to the front line with rhymes
Revving my engines like they were powered by they're minds
Murdering n***** with lyrics manufactured within my DNA's double-helix
I leave you in troubled spirits, I'm absolutely the purest
Breeder MC from the United States of America to Europe I deserve it
However you want to word it, I'm perfect
Touch my microphone on accident and get murdered on purpose
m***********!
(G-G-G-G-G-G Get retarted)
Chorus