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Canibus - Mic-nificent Şarkı Sözleri
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 [canibus] 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 [canibus] 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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