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Mic-Nificent (Album) - Canibus
Yo sitting on chrome
Sitting on low pro 20 inch Firestones
Gripping 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 ni**a you know
In the year two triple
Spit turn to icicles in the mid air and slit your throat
Drain your carcass dry rip out your heart b**ch
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 bursting 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 ni**a to violate I'll regulate without warning
I'll pray on them I'll spray on them
First ni**a to violate I'll regulate without warning
I'll pray on them I'll spray on them
First ni**a to violate I'll regulate without warning
I'll pray on them I'll spray on them
First ni**a 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 f**king 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
Wearing a blue shirt and red pants
Throwing up signs with their left hand
Standing out on the corner of wetlands
With a confederate flag for a headband
God dam eggplants niggas getting 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 coming
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 emceeing is steady dying
That ni**a canibus is still in his prime bust a rhyme
I'll pray on them I'll spray on them
First ni**a to violate I'll regulate without warning
I'll pray on them I'll spray on them
First ni**a to violate I'll regulate without warning
I'll pray on them I'll spray on them
First ni**a to violate I'll regulate without warning
I'll pray on them I'll spray on them
First ni**a 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 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
They be some real emcees there
