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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you wanna get better at this, read.

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



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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

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Grim

Immortal technique is better.......

But bis is still dope as fuck.. I've learnt a lot from that guy...

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RIP jono, peace out bboy.
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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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figure I could drop by and promote my my first mixtape and what not since im here..

bis been my favorite for ever now man....he replied to me on myspace once to ...lol

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HELLLZ YEEAHH !!!!

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