[Canibus] You ain't a behavioural scientist, why you dying to spit? You try too hard when you rhyming with Bis, try again Approve this for public release, fuck with the beast With bucked teeth bust your guns or get rushed in the streets Handcuffed to the back of the jeep, blindfolded You hear a foreign language they speak, you do not know it Kidnapped to Kimet through Khartoum to parched sand dunes To a dark room to witness your doom Bash you in the face with the mag Rope around your neck over a tree branch, hoist you up with three sandbags You shit yourself, your pants sag Global broadcast, man that's sad, they lynched him in the lab Twenty four apprentices for hardcore fellowship Twenty four masters, twenty four lyricists Dead to the world, alive to the hearts that are pure If you endure your mind's open doors Complete the last step without crossing my rep Who's next? What possessed you to jump off a cliff? I spit darts, once you stop the Hip Hop Juggernaut Kill you bloodclot, you stink like jungle rot Me I'm a Hermann Bushido Dogan Shotokan, the prototype of the first proto rhyme With combined payloads my glide bombs provide flows That cause World War II death tolls at live shows Independently targeted Bombing shit from so high up in the atmosphere you lose consciousness No oxygen, only Canibus anti-oxidants Think about it, why spit into a bottomless pit? I'm so isolated lyrically, they put me in a desert facility To test my abilities, check out my melodies Designed by Pratt & Whitney, rap so swiftly TAW-50 following me 'cause you're with me Your high bars are lukewarm, let me school y'all Intravenously cold blooded cooling coils are running through my jaws The Sun's hot, I'm warmer, the metaphor explorer I give a order: You can't cross the border! We ain't religions, don't talk about the Torah We crucify you on a cross for a quarter Welcome to my House of Slaughter, signing on the roster Go downstairs, put your stuff in the locker And come back, let me see what you got, son I dropped him, rappers stepping to me, I ain't the one Spontaneous nucleonic you the opposite, be honest You produce reduced knowledge, your discography is dishonest Both promise, change your name to MC Silence Yes, your album inspired me. No, I didn't by it Talk back, nigga get fired I'll erase your verse off the track so fast you'll wake up tired Candles go out, darkness infiltrate the house What the fuck he talking about? He got a mental case mouth I forced him to his knees, told him to face south Empty your PayPal bank account before I blow your brains out Untouchable since the day I came out That's why these wack niggas keep calling my name out How the fuck they gonna change that now? How they sound? I'ma put him in the ground, Lyrical Law style How you liked at me then, how you like me now How you like me in the future when I'm wearing that crown The crown is invisible, you don't have to be a loud individual You act like Hip Hop is all you listen to If that's true, this is for you Then I'ma keep ripping you, 'cause that's what Canibus do If that's true, this is for you And I'ma keep ripping you, 'cause that's what Canibus do