Canibus
word up i'm just makina ll these threads ofa ll my fav. rappers
my two fav. are Canibus and Big L Buckingham Palace is just AMAZING |
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canibus
is the illest |
Yeah!!! That's the beat right there.
I'm about to black out with 100 bars on some professional shit. So don't try this at home yo. Yo yo yo My style of rhymin is ancient like Aztecs and Mayans Because I recognize its all about timin Me and my freestyle alliance practicin African voodoo science In front of 20 ft. bonfires lookin skyward Calculating May 5 2000 the nine planets'll be in alignment The arrival of the prophet in the cockpit Of a starship the size of the Hale-Bopp comet With mercury ion rockets And a big ass "Canibus comin soon" poster on the side of it I'm known geographically and intergalactically That's why I got extraterrestrials that wanna battle me They even tried kidnappin me And they would've snatched me If their craft didn't get trapped in the Earth's gravity Engines stalled and failed. Crashed into a farmer's field And that's really what caused Roswell Undercover operatives workin for COM 12 Disguised as a nigga signed with a record deal Lyrically I'm off scale So all hail or get tossed towards Hell, whatever y'all feel Briusin niggas, confusin niggas like Chip Fu from the Fu-Schnickens Hit you with nuclear cruiser missiles Hear the wild wolf growl Styles stockpiled for miles from the ground to the clouds Wack niggas wanna be down but its not allowed Interrupt the cipher unannounced and you'll get punched in the mouth With the southpaw southern fist I'll bust your shit. Swell your lip and get the Bubba shrimp Back the tougher shit. What a wimp You giant Goliath. Niggas get shot with a rubber sling I'm an experiment gone bad. My brainwave's on an ????? graph. Yo, I'm stark ravin mad Your whole scientific staff'll get killed in a nuclear blast When I throw the ????? flask in my hand Flammable liquids in the lab explode And you get stabbed with all the flyin glass Trained to blow up commercial aircrafts Trained in chemical weapons class Just to see how long a nigga's breath'll last I put him in a leather mask Spray his ass with a can of ???? gas Then watch him grab his neck and gag Watch the nigga choke to death as I laugh "You wanna battle?" is the type of question you should never ask Nigga, pick a tougher task. See who the fuck'll last Whoever lose'll get a solderin iron up the ass You need to recognize My hand is quicker than the eye Quicker than the 5 speed Jamiroquai drives A lifespan longer than 9 lives. Infinite rhymes that can't die A nigga with a divine mind I dedicate this to the wise. Dedicate it to dames Dividin myself into 100 ten times You can't deny the offerin's an offer Flows that glow with aurora's the spark of light Water fly like a saucer With the torque of a Porsche Murder a million MCs then autograph all of their coffins Been gettin it on since I been born and I'm a live long And I'm a be gettin it on till I'm gone Look at all the stages I been on. All the songs that I spit on I took an oath to rip everything I get on A nigga like me should have Carpal Tunnel syndromes In the wristbones from grippin microphones this long I'm just a small fish in a big pond And gets pissed off whenever I gets picked on Nigga try to flip and get flipped on My army march a million strong Like the nation of Islam with suede timbs on Extremely hostile Fully armed troops dressed in frog suits and night vision goggles A lyrical lynch mob Shittin on niggas drawn to a hideous form with horns and a mink on Duckin down low like Vietnam fightin the Vietcong Screamin "incomin" when I see a bomb Speak to your leader. Surrender your arms You need about a million more soldiers to even the odds Plus 800,000 to even consider a war And 200,000 more to even look hard You better drop your flag and withdraw My cavalry charge accompanied by a blizzard of wicked metaphors And smash y'all. Attach y'all to the back of my horse And drag y'all across the motherfuckin asphalt 9 out of 10 niggas is frauds You know who you are always talkin about your bitches and your cars Your jewelry and your girls. It's like we from two different worlds You motherfuckers really get on my nerves Cause I'm beyond them, on some futuristic cyborg shit I close my eyes when I freestyle so I could read what picture crossed in Then raise my arms like a sorcerer and cast a fireball into the audience To barbecue your brain organs You feel like you've been thrown in a microwave oven I flame broil suckers and hit 'em with some more shit The raw shit. Call my reinforcements, the four horsemen Take a big piece of chalk and draw a line across the stage pulpit I dare a motherfucker to cross it I'll even call my man Black Rob at two in the mornin Tell him it's important. Tell him to call Sting 3 way and sing a chorus Break your camcorders so you motherfuckers can't record it Call the news, I'll kill your reporters Start a lawsuit, I'll kill your lawyers Fuck the soft shit and fuck what y'all think My album's gold cause my album was the bomb, shit Y'all niggas got your ass beat cause you asked for it Got your picture taken and put in a tabloid Cause you a man and you like to touch little boys You fuck 'em in the ass, then you give 'em cash for it That's some sick shit homeboy A hundred years ago, they'd have took you to see Sigmund Freud You fraudulent. Feminine. Fragile as a feather is With an effortless blow, I'll crack your whole skeleton You think you're better than Canibus, where's the evidence? You got below average intelligence and poor penmanship You need to shut the fuck up cause your breath stink Take fifty cents and purchase a pack of peppermints Battlin me you never win You thought you was the only nigga that could sneak a weapon in? Nigga guess again Cause after I'm finished wreckin this shit I'm a drink a whole bottle of Henney and go fuck a lesbian |
Yo, why is the ripper so ill?
That would be a unpardonable breach of confidence for me to reveal! He said one day all eyes would be on me when they look up in the sky and see the neon C Rhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encased in glass with an ion beam for longevity For more then 10 centuries, impressions and memories the first time the machine inventor will mention me Canibus was a visionary indeed he believed light could travel in multiples of C The organic supercomputer that solved the mysteries of Clan Calusa with 2 blue metric rulers Liked Cool J, but thought Stephen J. Gould was cooler and he never liked to propagate rumors Smoked Canary Island cigars liked America, luxury cars and beautiful Asian broads He had a strong mind, he used to philosophize about rhymes while he was pruning his Banzai He claimed that he had written the greatest rhyme of all time but he would never take it out his archives He wrote 2 songs per day and was constantly was experimenting with his wordplay In his youth he did a report on the Sloan Digital Sky survey he got an F but he deserved an A I followed his career from the first day it seemed the lack of support contributed to his inert ways I seen him pull in 24 hour workdays with deferred pay, undeterred by the word "shame" Public humiliation was the worst pain he was spinnin out of control like a class 5 hurricane He said he wouldnt want another emcee to suffer the same especially when theres nothing to gain He was the illest alive but nobody would face it he spit till his toungue was too torched to taste, it properly funded corporations carbon dated his latest creations to extract the information They found it utterly amazing they claimed the body of his work was the same thing as a priceless painting Never mattered to him, the art galleries hated him cause Thomas K.K. called, said he would take 10 Complete enigmas wrapped in puzzles encrypted in language with sound but without shape or signature Kept files in his garage, on MS-DOS in a fire-proof pod, he thought it was odd Outside there was a shed with an Oppenheimer lock he apparently kept more wax then Madame Tussaud's We were in total awe, cause it blew our minds so many rhymes that were intricately designed He WAS Poet Laureate of his time and if you dont mind, Id like to share some of his rhymes [*beat switches*] Alone in my room, looking thru the 32X telescope zoom adjusting the focus of the moon One should not assume the philosophy of David Hume is nothing more then a subjective conclusion What is the maximum field rate application? the run away glaciation surrounding the ocean basin affects the population, fluctuation on a continuous basis but thats just the basics The juxtaposition of Canibus's position the precision something no other has written Way above and beyond what was intended the unparallel Malleable annunciation of a sentence You didnt go to college obviously I can tell by your ungodly unintelligible terminology A remarkable odyssey, the rhymes of modern speeds when the brain orders the body not to breathe Incompetency is not up to speed, you not in my league you couldnt possibly be hotter then me Or oppositely your minus 25 degrees, you'd squeeze but the condensation makes rifle barrels freeze Allow me to speak figuratively, nigga please my intellectual properties are about the size of Greece Your counselor advised you not to speak my counselor advised me to keep rhymin until they stopped the beat In the words of Joseph Heller, "I learned how to write better" even though it sort of urked me He said he didnt understand the process of the imagination but he felt he was at its mercy Which exploits my point perfectly and certainly reinforces the reason why nobody's probably ever heard of me Couldnt understand what I mean by ill unless you try to translate what I print to film This is the line of will, the circle of time the cycle of eternity, the emergence of 1 line Academic phonetics render critics tounge-tied Ive personified dry humor of cum-laude alumni A wise man sees failure as progress a fool divorces his knowledge and misses the logic And loses his soul in the process obsessed with nonsense with a caricature that has no content My style is masterful, multi-lateral I could battle a fool and be naturally cruel Words of scourn are a disasterous tool from an existentialist's view, I'm a better rapper then you Grab the mic and rip your physical fabric in 2 my attitude is fucked up but abrogable Different methods interpreted into different forms from entirely different perceptions and seen from different norms Not to spit in the palm theres much more involved theres much more pieces of the puzzle for you to solve 48 orders of mechanical laws and rays of creational cause, enhance the cadence of my bars Maybe I am self-obsorbed but thats the effect, to find the cause you should ask my A&R Today is what it is, but only because yesterday was what it was permitting you heard of Beezlebub A tale of demons and drugs, pissy drunk in the club with the DJ doing the needle rub Chances are you'll never see me son yeah I know my names Canibus but I cant help you if you need a dub [*beat switches*] I came to holla at some big booty bitches and listen to the speakers thump, where you get concieded from? Im so nice on the mic, they wanna beat me up its deep as fuck, I aint seen it all but ive seen enough Really unbelievable stuff theres a lot of times where I wanna speak but I'm stuck I should leave this rap shit alone and kick my incredible in rhymes in the privacy of my own home My imagination is my own delibity to speak to freely lyrically on the microphone Wit a pen in my hand, I bring motion to the enyogram and become "Cani-millenia man" Grave my back with the emperor's stamp been spittin scientific rap since the 17th century began Tryna' escape the wicked empire of Def Jam and the land where lyrics are bland and heretics hang Every lawyer has an axe to bury but he has to learn to disearn between enemy and adversary I said to myself, "Germaine this is insane its suicide its controlled flight into terrain" I fought to regain, control of the plain, but went up in a ball of flames and got banned from the hip hop hall of fame For 2 bars I kept hearin in my head over and over again, it cost me everything [*beat changes back to the original beat*] Im convinced now that more then truth is at stake Where people create language that pretends to communicate Euphamisms are misundertood as mistakes but its a bi-product of the ghetto music we make From an extroverted point of view I think its to late Hip Hop has never been the same since '88 Since it became a lucrative profession as a misconception in the movement in any direction as progression Even though of the potency of it lessens big money industries writing checks to suppress the question And nobody gives a fuck no more, no one goes to the book store ever since the influence of Moore's Law But I stay in the lab, like Neosporin The Son of God, Edward Lawrence and Leo Salade Lyrically I take rap music and turn the knob to the right full throttle and added panache Why would I argue with my own conscience over the truth? thats like me telling myself dont tell me what to do Dialysies and analysies of battle emcees sometimes I say things I myself cant believe My lyrical is so skillfully eliptical I can understand how it makes you miserable You wonder why I never let you play your beats for me or why I keep my studio shrouded in secrecy You wonder whats my infatuation with Alicia Keyes "Canibus why dont you speak to me?" Yo, I meant it when I said no one can shine on a song that features me thats why I said it so vehemently You need to place the hate with respect I'm probably the best yet, Poet Laureate!!! |
Aiyyo I stand outside the gates of Buckingham Palace
Selling reefer, puffin the chalice with the Beefeaters Gettin so high that whenever I drop shit it'll land on the window of your airplane cockpit Canibus with the hot shit, "Crazy I. Click" Niggaz is bloody idiots thinkin that they can stop this I'll increase my strength, to a super human extent Nigga your rhyme ain't worth sixpence And if you can hear, smell, see, touch, and taste then you don't need six senses to feel me punch you in the face From Brixton, to Clapham Common, my lyrics invade Europe like Joseph Stalin, and murder niggaz for rhymin Spittin fire, with gasoline for saliva As drunk as Lady Diana's driver wit reporters behind her Alcohol in the hands of a minor I got you panickin like bombs, with 30 second timers Clear the buildin, evacuate women and children Fuck what you feelin nigga, I came here to kill em Straight shittin, from New York to Great Britain And when we do shows we make the Queen pay admission, what! Chorus: Canibus (and crowd) When I say "Can-I" you say "Bus" Can-I (BUS!) Can-I (BUS!) Yo, when I say "Can-I" you say "Bus" Can-I (BUS!) Can-I (BUS!) [Canibus] Yo.. yo.. Yo prepare for the worst This next verse is the face of death Me without lyrics is like a porn flick without sex Illmatic, my lyrical skills are Jurassic With more flavor then Skittles when I'm digitally mastered I go off like a cannon and blow up the planet with "No Fear," like them clothes white boys be wearin I'm tougher than denim, lethal like venomous snake bites The marijuana makes my eyes bright red like brake lights There ain't a party I couldn't rock, believe that There ain't a microphone brave enough to give me feedback I'm strong, my word is Bond like James Niggaz be tryin to test, but they 'week' like seven days MC's run away when I kick it; they act so chicken they should come with a large drink and a biscuit My style's radioactive, massive atomic I plan to push the Earth in front of Halley's Comet Breakin the +Facts of Life+ down like Tudy, I'm raw like sushi with more +Vocab+, than three fuckin Fugees So recognize or be hospitalized cause lyrically on a scale of one to ten I'm twenty-five Chorus [Canibus] Yo, yo, a little bit of weed and some Henessey got me ready to set it with kinetic energy See I need much more energy then my enemies If I wanna make more Bill's then Bellamy So I could be on MTV with women constantly tellin me I resemble Billy Dee I make fly rhymes to get my name on the scene Then when I'm on the scene I do shows to get the green Then I take the green, buy a automobile machine for that thing on page 43, in Jet Magazine Canibus is the ultimate executioner's dream Swingin the guillotine, cause whenever the head is severed from the human body with a sharp enough weapon the brain remains conscious for ten seconds Long enough for me to give you one last message And when you get to Hell you can tell Lucifer I said it Don't ever get it confused, fuckin with Canibus the human Rubix Cube like you got somethin to prove Yo, whoever grabs the mic after me'll get booed Get everything in the club thrown at you and your crew From Moet bottles to bar stools, fruits and foods You got a album out, you get hit with your CD too Runnin outside, cryin, lyin, denyin that you ain't The Gay Rapper, but you got fucked by him What's the difference? Y'all niggaz still ain't in lyrical fitness Too busy mixin your bid'ness with your bitches While I be in the lab composin forbidden scriptures So wicked I got, Satan ejaculatin on his fingers Like Dirk Diggler, in the middle of +Boogie Nights+ Sniffin white, livin the hype, he ruined his life But I'm a MC of a different type, yeah that's right Make sure your shit is tight, or I'ma snatch yo' mic, nigga! Canibus = the truth nuff said |
Immortal technique is better.......
But bis is still dope as fuck.. I've learnt a lot from that guy... |
Word................Yeh I Agree Wid Nos
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Bus is a legend man. aint no one can ramble on for like 5 or 6 minutes like him wit out any amusing or catchy hooks and still sound tight. I wish he had better beats though. he need to get that shit fixed. Imortal tech is kinda better though. but that niggaz nasty on a different note. Diabolic is ill too. he was on the last track in Immtechs album right after dance wit the devil. Diabolic ripped Immortal tech on that track for real.
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bis been my favorite for ever now man....he replied to me on myspace once to ...lol
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^nerd ass faggot
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Im hating so bad... I hope its just some nerdy ass lil kid with a taste for old chease u nut hooper.lol
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