Canibus:Mic-Nificent

[Canibus]
Yo //
Sitting on chrome, sitting on low-pro twenty-inch Firestones //
Gripping the road, with the wickedest flow //
‘Bis is a pro, I zigzag through a sly-loam //
Accelerating, and decelerating in and out of the cones //
Poisonous poems travel through Walkman headphones //
Into your dome, osteoporosis your bones //
Who’s the nicest nigga you know, in the year two-triple oh //
Spit turn into icicles in 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 //
Paleo-anthropologist polish the bones of rap artists //
After I dip them in hydrochloric waters //
Can-I-Bus, as the seams bursting, perfect //
Everyday the Earth spins, I write verses //
My sole purpose as a verbalist, is to make my words twist //
And connect them like letters when they in cursive //

[Canibus]
I prey on them, I spray on them //
First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning //
I prey on them, I spray on them //
First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning //

I prey on them, I spray on them //
First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning //
I prey on them, I spray on them //
First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning //

[Canibus]
Yo, Yo //
I’m faster than leopards running across the vast deserts at twenty-two yards per second //
To catch me the daily delicatessen //
With thirty-minutes to eat them, forty minutes to digest them //
And fifty-minutes for it to pass through my intestines //
So ask yourself a question; Can the Canibus rhyme? //
Is a fucking porcupine half-swine? //
No time to make up your mind, you want to run or die? //
Clip you while you running by, and trip you up from behind //
My rhymes confuse niggas like someone trying to gangbang //
Wearing a blue shirt, and red pants //
Throwing up signs with they left-hands //
Standing out on the corner of wetlands //
With a confederate flag for a headband //
God damn 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 dreamt that I stabbed leviathan through the stomach, and ate from it //
In my past life, I slayed hundreds, in the life before that //
I played trumpets to warn you that I was coming //
There’s one billion ways to die, and I’ve already tried //
Nine-hundred million, nine-hundred and ninety-nine //
When I aim and fire my rhymes //
Like a hundred cannonballs flying, striking you one at a time, in a parallel line //
While the art of emceeing is steady dying //
That nigga Can-I-Bus, is still in his prime //

[Canibus]
I prey on them, I spray on them //
First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning //
I prey on them, I spray on them //
First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning //

I prey on them, I spray on them //
First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning //
I prey on them, I spray on them //
First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning //

[Canibus]
Club Dodge; I wrecked that, Limelight; searched that //
Envy; I murdered that, Club Soho; Never heard of that //
Wetlands; dried it up, Cheaters; inside the 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 niggas 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, the House of Blues; I rocked it //
One Twelve A.T.L.; 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 //