マイク・ニフィセント(Album Version)

歌詞

(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 it 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