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1. _ Channel Zero
[Canibus] Approximately fifty years ago under the direction of President Harry Truman and in the interest of national security A group of twelve top military scientific personnel were established This group's primary objective was to desensitize us to the truth And to suppress the material evidence that our planet is being visited by a group of extraterrestrial biological entities called the grays Tune in to channel zero (8X) [Canibus] Yo, sometimes the road to the truth is, so elusive it's confusin And reality becomes illusion If I showed the masses where we was at or where we was goin I'd shatter the social balance of the world as we know it I'm talkin bout the grand deception, of 1947 When our souls were sold to the heavens for technologically advanced weapons Crystal enhanced, brain implants, and mind control methods MJ-12 is not majestic And the focal point of our problems on this planet are not domestic You can accept it or be stupid and be a skeptic and fail to recognize the secret society's deathwish Ninety-seven percent of our Presidents were Masons Responsible for launderin trillions of dollars from the nation for the construction of underground military installations Abductions and cattle mutilations Experiments on human patients can take place in several subterranean bases A hundred and fifty stories below a basement With knowledge of genetic information, you need to fear science not Satan Cause through the manipulation of certain biological agents they create strange creations Top secret special operations Low frequency sounds and lasers, people like Carl Sagan that didn't believe in the Drake equation were tryin to keep Western civilization on the need-to-know basis Well you need to know that this is a game and we're bein betrayed and played in the worst way Tune in to channel zero (8X) [Canibus] Yo, the holy script from Genesis 1-26 says, "Let us make man in our image under our likeness" First of all who's THEY? You see if God was truly a single entity that's not what he would say We as the Elohim, Gods and Goddesses posess a marvelously monsterous subconscious Lifeforms that speak, in very high pitched sounds and squeaks Short staccato clicks and beeps A highly advanced form of speech Even though to us it seems like they only chatterin they teeth They used to swim deep in the oceans beneath Til they fins transformed into limbs and they started to creep Then they evolved into mammals with feet And walked right from the shorelines onto the beach They used gravity, cause it's actually the only force around that could slow time and the speed of light down The energy grid network, opened the gateway from Earth to any point in the universe Livin organisms and various, geomagnetic gravitational, anomaly areas Space expedition teams in the lunar regions reported seein, decapyramids and tetrahedrons Liquid filled shoes, is what they used to walk across the moon without leavin a clue of where they been for the past twenty-three billion years Before life on the surface even appeared I hope you become aware what I'm spittin in your ear was intended to stimulate your left-brain's hemisphere I know it sounds weird, all these motherfuckin answers and questions to the grand deception Tune in to channel zero (16X) more free lyrics |
2. _ Patriots
[Canibus] I make your bitch crew shit stools; I put a pistol in your mouth and pull, then I feed you to the pitbulls Don't even talk about guns; the only "nine" you got is a five dollar bill and four ones So I don't give a fuck what none of y'all niggaz say Cause anything that can't penetrate ricochets Rhymin with me on a record? You might as well have died and went to hell instead of heaven cause my rhyme weapon is like a medieval torture method -- your four limbs tied to four horses all pulling in different directions In this profession I get busy without a question Seein me is like seein a vampire's reflection Fast or slow flows connect like electrodes I make cassette tape decks blow when I'm in wreck-mode Explode leavin areas abandoned with more radiation behind than spots UFO's landed in [Pras] Is that all soldier? [Can] Yes, sir! [Pras] Is there anything you need? [Can] No, sir! [Pras] Report back to me before debriefing. At ease! [Can] Are you a Navy Seal? [Free] Yes, sir! [Can] Then say it like you mean it! Tell them who Free from the Navy Seal Team is! [Free] Free be the one rockin shit, special operatives Specializin in weapon diagnostics My survival tactics be drastic, like Rambo I'm stranglin niggaz with my bow and arrow elastic Whoever said you couldn't be five feet and thoroughbred never witnessed the cerebal cortex in my head How many gigabytes does your hard drive hold? or does your hard drive fold once the signal hits the node? Beyond mission control the theory behind your thought Marie Antoinette, behead me, I still rock While you choke and suffocatin off your own testosterone I'm known for breakin levels down to the values unknown A specimen with extraterrestrial estrogen Kick your intestines in, sell your testicles to Mexicans I bring the force like a nutcracker Annihilate rhyme hackers, Navy Seal linebacker The last Oedipus remains, unclaimed So if you buck against Free you better tattoo your name on your teeth -- I disintegrate those that oppose Disintegrate hoes with they assholes in they nose I suppose you wanna run your mouth like a ?? I put bitch niggaz to rest in the bitch bassinet [Can] Is that all soldier? [Free] Yes, sir! [Can] Is there anything you need? [Free] No, sir! [Can] Report back to me before debriefing. At ease! [Can] Are you a patriot? (Sir, yes sir!) [Can] Then say it like you mean it! Tell them who Canibus from the Navy Seal Team is! [Canibus] I'm the meanest motherfucker on this whole Navy Seal team And I can kill anything if it bleeds or breathes Yo, callin all bitch-ass niggaz and bitch-ass bitches I got a Howitzer bigger than any four-fifth is Rappin is a raw business But as an individual I'm as different as anybody's fingerprint is If foreign is the norm I'm the antonym Put me in the same category you would put Marilyn Manson in Bugging like a satanic evangelist Jogging buttnaked down Sunset Boulevard in Los Angeles Every MC in your crew will get ruined or wounded You talk the bullshit, and be too scared to do shit I'm the type of nigga that'll prove it, produce shit Spent so much time in the studio I had to move in A soldier, who practices West Indian obia I can drink the poison from a king cobra Cause long after y'all are dead and gone I'll survive the nuclear holocaust like a roach ?? [Pras] Is that all soldier? [Can] Sir, yes sir! [Pras] Is there anything you need? [Can] Sir, no sir! [Pras] Report back to me before debriefing. At ease! *echoes* more free lyrics |
3. _ Hype-Nitis
1st man:
Yo, wassup, wassup son?
2nd man:
Ya'll ready? Ya'll ready?
1st man:
Yeah, yeah, yeah we ready. Wassup, son? Wassup, wassup? What's the deal?
What's the deal?
3rd man:
Yeah, yeah.
1st man:
Yeah, aight, so what all we gotta do is do the shit we been working on and add
this new Canibus nigga. You know what I'm saying?
Group:
Yeah, yeah.
1st man:
Yeah, niggas gonna feel that nigga.
3rd man:
Oh, that's the old to the new.
2nd man:
That's gonna bring us back. Bring us back.
1st man:
That's gonna bring us back, you know. So yo, let's go work on this shit.
Ahh, ya'll ready?
(Goes into some session)
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Female Vocalists (singing):
Hypnytis is in your eyes, that look, that smile in disguise.
Canibus:
Ayo, can you feel it?
I know that everybody's heard of that (Vapors)
But this is the 98 version of that
Biz Mark, one of the founders of this art
Discovered evidence of this disease and documented it
Now the name of the virus is called "hypnytis"
A terminal condition that effects all biters and liars
Hypnoholics can't require my respect
Cause they snakes and I can smell the venom on their breath
Hypnytis
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Alright now, I'm about to break the hypnytis down
It's characterized by a certain type of lifestyle
People that treated you foul just wanna be nice now
Smile and raise their eyebrows when you come around
I remember when I first started to work
And tried to get this job as a label intern
Them niggas was killing me, cause wasn't nobody feeling me
A&Rs wouldn't even risk demo-dealing me
Can you believe that shit?
That's how it was back then
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Ayo, I know most the niggas I exchange pounds with or lounge with
Wouldn't be around if my career was spiraling downward
They'd crowd around me till I'm surrounded
Ask me who I'm down with
Till I replied, "the Navy Seals outfit"
They told me my album was coconuts so they rewound it
I knew they was hypnoholics by how their voices sounded
I pull a silver can out of my trousers
Paid a public announcement about the Hype juice and then I bounced kid
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To me hypnytis is like the measles
Cause it's a disease too
Studies show it affects 1 in every 5 people
It's so lethal the cure can't be achieved through
Hypodermic needles or the ingestion of medicine in teaspoons
If you feel the need to
Here's a toll-free number, they'll send you an 8-page pamphlet for you to read
through
800-7-9-3-2
There'll be available hypnoholics standing by for you to speak to (echo)
<chorus>
Hype
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4. _ Intro
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5. _ Get Retarded
"I-I-I, want, to.." "G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded" "G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded" "Get re-Get re-Get retarded" "G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded" "I, want, to.." "G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded" [Canibus] Yo -- niggaz is phony frontin like they Master of Ceremonies None of you suckers are even remotely close to me To be nice I sacrifice things like no sleep I keep a library of lyrics on microfiche Creating concepts so deep, niggaz quote me They rewind and interpret my rhymes to they homies I did things beyond your flows, eons ago It's inevitable in ninety-eight I'ma blow Ever since eighty-four, I've been in it to win it But see back then we used to battle by spinnin on the ce-ment You can't even absorb the rhymes I record or resolve the deep laws of the physics involved I travel to the end of the universe and beyond Parsecs, out of range from a cellular StarTec From the galaxy of Andromeda; I puzzle niggaz like crop circles and other unexplained phenomena Chorus: Canibus Aiyyo, nine out of ten of these rap artists is garbage "G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded" You spineless, rhymeless, niggaz is heartless "Get re-Get re-Get retarded" Aiyyo, I came to see that hip-hop is never tarnished "G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded" So I {*echoes*} "I, want, to.." "G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded" [Canibus] Aiyyo, all I really want is you niggaz to stop bitin All I really want is you niggaz to start writin All I really want is you niggaz to be original and start spittin some lyrical shit that I can listen to You haven't written the perfect rhyme yet You don't even know the sequences to the Human Genome Project You haven't come to terms with your God yet And you refuse to believe in Unidentified Flyin Objects When I bomb shit, I get retarded; probably more than you bargained I'm talkin about rippin mic off your arm shit Hype shit, blow up a mic shit, you might get beat the fuck up in broad daylight with a nighstick To the British, I'm Ghandi To the Japanese I'm an American pilot flyin over Nagasaki To the AIDS patient I'm your last antibody Sittin and waitin for a cure from modern biology Chorus [Canibus] Yo I be lookin directly into the human eye to see if you pussy And completely ruin your ability to lie to me I pull a nine on a bully, cock back the cannon God damnit, I don't think you fully understand it Ask nine out of ten niggaz on the planet who the best is, the question'll go unanswered til I step up, to the front line with rhymes Revin my engines like they were powered by Lemans Murderin niggaz with lyrics manufactured within my DNA's double-helix, I leave you in troubled spirits I'm absolutely the purest, breed of MC from the United States of America to Europe I deserve it However you wanna word it, I'm perfect Touch my microphone on accident and get murdered on purpose Motherfucker! "I, want, to.." "G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded" Chorus "G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded" "Get re-Get re-Get retarded" "G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded" "G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded" more free lyrics |
6. _ Nigganometry
{sample of Big Bird from Sesame Street cut and scratched saying "N"} Chorus: {samples} + [Canibus] "N", "I", "G-G", "A" [Nometry] "N", "I", "G-G", "A" [Nometry] "N", "I", "G-G", "A" [Nometry] [Nigganometry, nigga-nom-nom-nometry] "N", "I", "G-G", "A" [Nometry] "N", "I", "G-G", "A" [Nometry] "N", "I", "G-G", "A" [Nometry] [Nigganometry, nigga-nom-nom-nometry] [Canibus] Now if a bitch sucks yo' dick, for five dollars per square inch and gets forty dollars, includin a five dollar tip How big was the dick she just sucked? (Say what?) Say how big was the dick she just sucked? (What?) If you a nigga with a watch, that's iced out with enough rocks to make the hottest room temperature drop How long will it take for you to get robbed? (Say what?) How long will it be before you get robbed? (What?) Now if your song played on the radio for the first time four days ago, now the shit is rotational Who got paid off to play it? (I ain't scared to say it) Say who the fuck got paid off to play it? (I ain't scared to say shit) If you sign a recordin deal for less than a quarter mill' and your advance is a hundred-thousand dollar automobile I know the vehicle was probably beautiful (Yeah it's tight) But did you ask your lawyer if it was recoupable? It's nigganometry.. {echoes} Chorus: {all except first line} [Canibus] You had five shots of coke and vodka, then you convinced your designated driver to smoke a pound of marijuana How the hell you gonna get home? Say how the fuck you gonna drive yourself home? You got a mansion, a Benz, a Bentley and a Range and ain't none of that shit in your government name What pieces of property do you own? (You don't own nothin) What pieces of property do you really own? You don't own a god damn thing, nigguh) Now if you take a glass of water then add two cubes of ice you should see the cup's water level slightly rise, right? You need to watch what I'ma show you (Watch this) You need to look closely at what I'ma show you (Listen to this right here) If you remove every living animal out of the sea then wouldn't the world's ocean water level decrease? This means the planet wasn't three-quarters water (that was deep) This means the planet wasn't three-quarters water (that shit was deep) It's nigganometry... {sample of Big Bird from Sesame Street cut and scratched saying "N"} "Hey, I've been sitting here trying to think of what we can do with this here letter 'L'..." "F", "U", "C", "K", "L-L.." more free lyrics |
7. _ Rip Rock
{*guitars fade in*} [Canibus] C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon, c'mon! Rock! {*echoes*} Rock! Rock! Rock! Verse One: Canibus Jump up and down if you love the sound We Rip and Rock until we tear shit down Rip Rock stands for Hip-Hop mixed with Rock'n'Roll I'm hardcore to my inner soul Hold on as I swerve outta control Directly into the unknowns of a black hole All my real niggaz, with fucked up neurotransmitters wavin glocks and swastikas I'ma take twenty shots of this hard liquor and swigga, til I'm drunk as the Pississippi River Even though I know the shit is fuckin up my liver Tomorrow when I wake up, I won't even remember {"Rock!"} how I got home - or where I got this tattoo of a mic on my arm from Or when I fucked them bitches last night, I shoulda used a condom (I guess not) Now that's what I call Rip Rock! Chorus One: Canibus Rip, Rock, Rip (c'mon) Rock Rip, Rock, Rip (c'mon) Rock Rip, Rock, Rip (c'mon) Rock Rip (c'mon) .. Rock! (yeah) {repeat Chorus One} Chorus Two: Canibus (repeat 2X) You want Rock'n'Roll? (We got it) You want Hip-Hop? (We got it) You wanna wreck shop? (We got it) We got it got it We got it got it got it {*guitar interlude - like a heavy metal snake charmer's song*} [Canibus] C'mon! {*echoes*} Rock! Rock! Rock! Rock! Verse Two: Canibus Yo, I want you to sucker-punch whoever you standin next to if you ready to rock with a ReFugee rebel A Navy Seal underwater in a submarine vessel Shittin on niggaz above sea level I'm tired of you MC's talkin bout loot (LOOT!) I'm tired of you corny drug-induced rap groups (GROUPS!) I'm tired of the lies, the cries, the screams Tired of gettin my name misspelled in magazines {"Rock!"} I'm tired of you two-faced disc jockeys Non-believers, suckin on my arch enemy's penis You know who you are, I'm talkin to you You need to recognize I'm tryin to introduce somethin new Somethin I would sacrifice my life or die for Somethin if I was already dead I would rise for Somethin that would make a fool a hundred times wiser Somethin that will help all mankind to prosper I die with laughter, lookin at you wack MC's with your craft unmastered, bastards Hip-Hop in it's rarest form, crossbreeded with Rock'N'Roll, now Rip Rock is born, motherfuckers! Chorus One Chorus Two [Canibus] C'mon! {*echoes*} C'mon! C'mon c'mon c'mon! {*echoes*} (Yeah!) C'mon! {*echoes*} C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon! {*echoes*} (Yeah!) C'mon! Rip Rooooooooooooooooooock! more free lyrics |
8. _ I Honor U
Chorus One: MB^2 We'll never part (through) sickness and health (health) You are my heart -- I love you more than I love myself (Yeahayyeahh) But in the middle of the night I heard you cryin in your sleep it'll be alright I'll be there for you (just for you) if you tell me all your secrets Yet in the middle of the night I heard you cryin in your sleep I held you tight I'll be there for you (youuooooh) if you tell me all your secrets [Canibus] Aiyyo, boy meets girl, boy really likes her Boy loses contact with girl but he finds her Girl has no clue that boy is a liar, and he has no honor So she dates him regardless, cause she thought he was harmless And he had her believin he was the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with -- the words "I love you" are priceless, unpredictable like rollin dice is None-the-less, inspite of the frightenin repercussions you might get, people still risk they necks Of course it's nice, the feelin of courtship, roses and stuff Women never get it often enough And the reason people love they mother so much besides the fact she carried you for nine months, is trust It's a five letter word, that should only occur between him and her before the bees and the birds (WORD!) Chorus One [Canibus] Aiyyo I heard a soft moan in the middle of March Then I felt a powerful force push me forward like a dart On your mark, get set, GO! I was off, flagella was my propellor wigglin back and forth Then I set a course for the border Mother Nature's karma callin me to the rock of Gibraltar The competition tried to be smart, but I was smarter My competitors were swimmin fast, so I swam harder Submerged in water, prayin to my heavenly father If I don't make it through I'm a goner Screamin out "Death before dishonor," Because I'm awesomely stronger, my stamina last longer I was destined to be a son instead of a daughter XY is the male chromosomal order One'll stay alive, and survive, the rest'll be dead Cause I'ma be the one to fertilize that egg {echoes} Chorus Two: MB^2 In the middle of the night I heard you cryin in your sleep I held you tight I'll be there for you.. if you tell me all your secrets [Canibus] Aiyyo mommy I'm up in your stomach, buggin Whenever you rub it, I love it Like a comforters covers you warm as a oven Your husband -- stubborn, how can you love him? Smokin cigarettes by the dozen when he knows that I'm comin Bad move, you hopin that daddy improves Knowin in your heart that's bull, because he's too cruel You've been abused, used, you've got, wounds and scars Think with your mind not with your heart, let's go to grandma's Terminate the lease, call the landlord Give your job two weeks notice, pack up the car, and go to New York What part? They got a little borough called The Bronx, Mom.. And I heard that's where hip-hop is gonna start Hell yeah! I think we need to be right there Four months in your stomach and I already chose a career When you cry, I hear, and I wish I could dry your tears but I can't cause I'm stuck in here Five months from bein able to lay against your chest I can't even hold you in my arms, cause they ain't developed yet But I swear to you, as to God's Almighty Truth I'ma be there for you.. I'ma be there for you.. Chorus One w/ variations [MB^2] Tell me! (Tell me all your secrets) All.. all.. (Tell me all your secrets) And I will be there for you (Tell me all your secrets) Tell me your secrets (Tell me all your secrets) Oooohoooh, tell me.. (Tell me all your secrets) more free lyrics |
9. _ How We Roll
[Canibus] I never freestyle for free, without chargin niggaz a fee It'll cost a brain cell just to cypher with me I'm the type of MC, that rocks for the glory I don't give a fuck if you ignore me or camcord me Freestyle or written, spittin with infinite ammunition for anybody tryin to go the distance I promise ya no less than a hundred-thousand kilometres My bomb threats'll have you evacuatin your continent I'm barbaric with the alphanumeric Hittin you with lyrics that separates your body from your spirit This is for wack niggaz doin shows and shit Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controllin it (Rakim: "Drop the mic, you shouldn't be holdin it") Chorus: Panama P.I. I roll with the wildest niggaz West Indian Island niggaz, unemployed jobless niggaz The foulest niggaz, who never smile at niggaz Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced niggaz [Canibus] We savages, snatchin microphones from amateurs Cause like women who get abortions, I ain't havin it I rip you, my metaphor content, will split you into little, powderlike crystals, so I can sniff you What I say should be displayed at the Smithsonian Your rhymes are phonier than cubic zirconias Have you any idea what I do to crews like you How many niggaz in my career, I ran through? Comin afta ya, blastin ya, with the shotgun like a front seat passenger You must be askin fa', some sort of a massacre I'll attack ya cardiovascular Shatter you like glass in automobile crashes when I smash that ass into blackberry molasses Rip your speaker to ashes, and kick a hole in it cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controllin it Chorus: Panama P.I. You see I roll with the wildest niggaz West Indian Island niggaz, unemployed jobless niggaz The foulest niggaz, who never smile at niggaz Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced niggaz See I roll with the wildest niggaz West Indian Island niggaz, unemployed jobless niggaz The foulest niggaz, who never smile at niggaz Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced niggaz [Canibus] I'm the illest lyricist in America -- MC's can't see me cause I'm too quick, for the human retina to regista I roll up on ya crew quicker than long sleeves At a +Speed+ that would confuse Keanu Reeves So ask yourself, who am I? I'm the illest MC that you ever seen in your fuckin life I hop into the backseat of a cab and rhyme til the meter says 9, 9, 9, 9 Line for line I battle any kind of MC at any time whether they signed or unsigned Wit many lines, more lines than a million pair of Adidas More lines than the bible quoted from Jesus More lines than a African herd of zebras Niggaz just ain't fuckin wit the 'cannabis seteva' This is for ALL you niggaz doin shows and shit Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controllin it (Rakim: "Drop the mic, you shouldn't be holdin it") Chorus: Panama P.I. See I roll with the wildest niggaz West Indian Island, unemployed jobless niggaz The foulest niggaz, who never smile at niggaz Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced niggaz See I roll with the wildest niggaz West Indian Island, unemployed jobless niggaz The foulest niggaz, who never smile at niggaz Some hostile violent .. chemically ..imbalanced ..nigga! more free lyrics |
10. _ Let's Ride
[Canibus] Yo, yo If you just listen to my lyrics every day for a couple of weeks My techniques will eventually kill you just like red meat The Bhagavad Gita beliefs I speak be so deep Most critics get mad because there's nothin to critique Whenever I'm rappin or rhymin with irrefutably remarkable timin I'm like, Charlie Chaplin pantomimin If you John Blaze, or you James Flames or you Jack Cremation, I'm Jermaine Propane (Jermaine Propane) No pain no gain in this rap game For the fortune and fame in order to remain Most real MC's, learn to adapt to the change or get washed away like tears in the rain, in the rain y'all Chorus: Wyclef, Product, Pras [Clef] Just ride, just ride, ah just ride e'rybody just ride Just ride, just ride, ah just ride e'rybody just ride [Pro] When you in the streets and you're drivin in your V if you can see what I see, you're prepared for the jackers [Can] Old school, old school [Pras] Everybody got to pack a mac now [Canibus] Yo, if you wanna know, how I kick a flow when I rip a show, with my lyric-al, I'ma let you know It's difficult, cause I'm a part spiritual, part para-physical miracle And I'ma blackout in a minute too Spittin like Bone-Thugs like "Nigga-what? I'm-fin-to-get-a-gun and stick-em-up" then crush a Thug's Bones with a chrome slug The black Cyrano DeBergerac of rap with the ghetto Anglo-Sax' poetic syntax In fact, nigga don't even give me dap when I see you Just don't give me no ice grill eye contact either When you see me, whylin like Beenie on the speakers "Zim zimma -- who got the fire for my reefa?" Chorus: Product, Pras, Wyclef [Pro] You came home from a bid a nigga was in your crib And the whole time you thought your girl was celebate [Can] Old school old school [Pras] You locked up and she need some di-ick [Clef] Just ride, just ride, ah just ride e'rybody just ride Just ride in the hood, just ride, all my .. uh, ah just ride [Canibus] Yo physically I move at a velocity that'll break your stopwatch if you clockin me My concrete jungle is like Jumanji Iller than what you seen in the cinema A five foot eight, nigga with more horsepower than eight cylinders My brain consists of twin Pentium chips Double the clock speeds of a 586 And nothin about my physical matrix is BASIC I kick flavor beyond what your tongue is capable of tastin You'll be so surprised you won't believe your own eyes It's like a Jamaican seein the snow for the first time Rhymes of a sort, that distort space and time It's like explainin color to a man that was born blind Chorus: Product [Pro] Crimes on the street, come from a lack of eatin It's not my cup of tea, but I'll give them the BEST Motherfuckin BEST And if you still out here I kick yo' ass tomorrow [Can] Old school, old school (c'mon!) [Pro] And if you still out here, I kick yo' ass tomorrow [Can] Old school, old school (c'mon y'all) [Pro] Frontin like you buyin food but you buyin crack bottles [Wyclef] Ah just ride, ah just ride Everybody in the East just ride Ah just ride, ah just ride Everybody in the West just ride Ah to the South, down South Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ah just ride more free lyrics |
11. _ Second Round K.O.
{in the first section Tyson speaks over the "Rip Rock" instrumental} [Mike Tyson] Yo Canibus man, whassup man? I caught you on that cut with Wyclef man - you were boomin But I caught these foul slouch-ass niggaz, youknowmean? Talkin foul bout you the other night on the corner of the boulevard man - I wasn't with that but I ain't know you well enough to defend you though right? But you seem like you got true game But.. peep game man, they've been playin me all my life man You know I won the title a couple of times, did right, youknowmean? But they can't hurt us man, we gon' do it Get up in this ring man put on these gloves Let me show how to handle yourself man You don't got nobody out there with you I gots to show you man, get up in there move that head man Come on to me man, but when you come man you gotta come for blood man Come up to me man, come on bust that nigga whole man Niggaz talkin that shit about you.. Hey Mike Tyson here speakin with the Canibus man over here Yo Canibus your main objective out here is to do nuttin but eat eat eat eat MC's, for lunch, breakfast Hey man they been playin me all my life man You know I won the title a couple of times did right No but they can't hurt us man We gonna do it, get up in this ring man, put on these gloves Let me show you how to handle this yourself man [Canibus] So I'ma let the world know the truth, you don't want me to shine You studied my rhyme, then you laid your vocals after mine That's a bitch move, somethin that a homo rapper would do So when you say that you +Platinum+, you only droppin +Clue's+ I studied your background, read the book that you wrote Researched your footnotes, bout how you used to sniff coke Frontin like a drug-free role model, you disgust me I know bitches that seen you smoke weed recently You walk around showin off your body cause it sells Plus to avoid the fact that you ain't got skills Mad at me cause I kick that shit real niggaz feel While 99% of your fans wear high heels From Ice-T to Kool Moe Dee to Jay-Z Now you wanna fuck with me? You must be crazy! You drippin with wack juice, and you can't get it off You betta be prepard to finish what you start, nigga [Referee] Hey hey hey hey, you just hold it right there (Yo, get off me man) We got an illegal low blow on the fighter in the blue trunks (Yo, yo get the fuck off me man) If I see one more of those, you're outta here brotha (Yo get out my way man, yo he started this shit) You understand? (Fuck you!) You'll be disqualified (I'll bite that nigga again!) Stop bein a bitch (Get the fuck off me man!) We came to see a fight [Mike Tyson] Yo Canibus man you gotta hit harder than that man You don't want no bitch ass niggaz hangin out wit me man We're warriors man, when we go into battle we come out, or don't come out at all [Canibus] Yo You better give me the respect that I deserve or I'ma take it by force Blast you with a 45 colt, make you summersault Shock you with a couple hundred thousand volt thunderbolts Before you wanted a war, now you wanna talk It's about who strikes the hardest, not who strikes first That's why I laugh when I hear that wack ass verse That shit was the worse [pause] rhyme I ever heard in my life cause the greatest rapper of all time died on March 9th God bless his soul rest in peace kid It's because of him now at least I know +What Beef+ is It's not what I would call this (nah) see this is somethin different A faggot nigga tryin ta make a livin offa dissin Somebody that he gotta know is betta than him but he feelin himself, cause he got more cheddar than him Well lemme tell you somethin, you might got mo' cash then me But you ain't got the skills to eat a nigga's ass like me And if you really want to show off, we can get it on Live in front of the cameras on your own sitcom I'll let you kick a verse, fuck it, I'll let you kick em all I'll even wait for the studio audience to applaud [cheers] Now watch me rip the tat from your arm Kick you in the groin, stick you for your Vanguard award In front of your mom your 1st, 2nd and 3rd born Make your wife get on the horn call Minister Farrakhan So he could persuade me to squash it, I saw naw he started it He forgot what a hardcore artist is A hardcore artist is a dangerous man, such as myself trained to run 20 miles in soft sand On or off land, programmed to kick hundreds of bars off hand from a lost and forgotten land, you done did it man You done spitted some wack shittit And probably thought that because it's been a minute I'll forget it Fuck that, cause like Common and Cube I see +The Bitch In Yoo+ and I'ma make the world see it too, motherfucker [Referee] Ladies and gentelman, we have a new lyrical weight champion By second round knock out, 3 minutes and 40 seconds Can-i-bus [Mike Tyson] Yo Canibus man, you movin like Mike Tyson Jr. man You in and out and you're agile with you flow man But dig right, you got you gotta eat man, that's your name Canibus Your whole agenda is to eat these niggaz man They have no business to be in the same stage with you holdin the mic with you But dig right... But dig right... But dig right... But dig right... Hey Mike Tyson here speakin with the Canibus man over here Yo Canibus your main objective out here is to do nuttin but eat eat eat eat MC's for lunch, breakfast, dinner That's your agenda baby Your your agenda to to consume them Their whole existance, they can't exist in your presence The Canibus is here to rule forever Mike Tyson, on the death more free lyrics |
12. _ Niggonometry
Intro
(scratching)
N-N-N-... etc.
Chorus
N-I-G-G-A-nometry x3
(Nigganometry, Nigga-na-na-nometry)
repeat all x2
Verse One
Now if a bitch sucks yo dick, for $5 per square inch
And gets $40, including a $5 tip
How big was the dick she just sucked? (say what?)
Said how big was the dick she just sucked? (wha...?)
If you a nigga with a watch
This iced style with enough rocks
To make the hottest room temperature drop
How long will it take for you to get robbed? (say what?)
How long will it be before you get robbed? (wha...?)
Now if your song played on the radio for the first time
Four days ago, now the shit is rotational
Who got paid off to play it? (I ain't scared to say it)
Said who the fuck got paid off to play it?
(I ain't scared to say shit)
If you sign a recording deal for less than a $250,000
And your advance is a $100,000 automobile
I know the vehicle was probably beautiful
But did you ask your lawyer if it was recuperable?
It's nigganometry...
Chorus
Verse Two
You had 5 shots of coke and vodka
Then you convinced your designated driver to
Smoke a pound of marijuana
How the hell you gonna get home?
Said how the fuck you gonna drive yourself home?
You gotta mansion, a benz, a bentley and a range
And ain't none of that shit in your government name
What pieces of property do you own? (you don't own nothin')
Said what pieces of property do you really own?
(you don't own a goddamn thing, nigga)
Now if you take a glass of water then add 2 cubes of ice
You should see the cup's water level slightly rise, right?
You need to watch what I'mma show you (watch this)
You need to look closely at what I'mma show you
(listen to this right here)
If you remove every living animal out of the sea
Then wouldn't the world's ocean water level decrease?
This means the planet wasn't 3-quarters water (that was deep)
This means the planet wasn't 3-quarters water (that shit was deep)
It's nigganomerty...
(samples)
Hey, I've been sitting here trying to think of what we can do
With this here letter 'L'...
F-U-C-K L.L.
(music outro)
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13. _ Hypnytis
[skit first 30 seconds of song, speaking over "Rip Rock" instrumental] Yo whassup, wassup son? (Oh are y'all ready? Y'all ready?) Yea yea yea we ready Whassup, whassup son? Whassup, what's the deal? Yeah yeah Yeah, aight, so... so all we gotta do is do the shit we've been workin on Word When we add this new, Canibus nigga, yaknowhatI'msayin {Yeah, yeah} Niggaz gonna feel that nigga Oh, that's the old to the new! The old to the new! (Yo, that's gon' bring us back, that's gon' bring us back) That's gonna bring us back (Yeah that's gon' blow) Aight? So let's... so let's work on this shit {*clears throat*} Y'all ready? Two times, from the top {*goes into an old school style rap*} I hold the mic (YEAH) real tight (YEAH) And yo grab the mic and make the shit sound tight Hold the mic (YEAH) real tight (YEAH) And yo, grab the mic and make the shit sound tight Chorus: Jenny Fujita The hype.. nitis.. is in.. your eyes That look.. that smile.. in disguise {echoes} [Canibus] Aiyyo, can you feel it? I know that everybody's heard of that (The Vapors!) But this is the ninety-eight version of that BizMark, one of the founders of this art Discovered evidence, of the disease, and documented it Now the name of the virus is called "Hype-nitis" A terminal condition that effects all biters and liars Hype-no-holics can't require my respect Cause they snakes and I can smell the venom on they breath Hype-nitis Chorus [Canibus] Alright now, I'm about to break the hype-nitis down It's characterized by a certain type of lifestyle People that treated you foul just wanna be nice now Smile and raise they eyebrows when you come around I remember when I first started to work and tried to get this job as a label intern Them niggaz was, killin me, cause wasn't nobody feelin me A&R's wouldn't even risk demo-dealin me {speaking over chorus} Can you believe that shit? That's how it was back then Chorus [Canibus] Aiyyo, I know most the niggaz I exchange pounds with or lounge with wouldn't be around if my career was spiralin downward They'd crowd around me til I'm surrounded Ask me who I'm down with, til I replied, "The Navy Seals outfit" They told me my album was coconuts so they rewound it I knew they was hype-no-holics by how they voices sounded I pull a silver can out of my trousers Made a public announcement, about the Hype juice and then I bounced kid {echoes} Chorus [Canibus] To me hype-nitis is like the measles, cause it's a disease too Studies show it affects one in every five people It's so lethal, the cure can't be achieved through hypodermic needles or the ingestion of medicine in teaspoons If you feel the need to, here's a toll-free number They'll send you an eight page pamphlet to read through (800)-7932 , there'll be available hype-no-holics standin by for you to speak to {echoes} Chorus [Jenny Fujita] The hype.. more free lyrics |
14. _ What's Going On
"What's.. what's.." "What's going on? What's going on?" (4X) [Canibus] The club scene is a regular hangout spot for unclean women in tight jeans frontin like queens Chickenheads who should be home takin care of their eggs Instead, they always in the club flirtin with men No I don't care about no hype-no-holic bitches; all I'm concerned with is who's bringin they burners in to burn niggaz While security practice is mediocre proportions Niggaz is still stealthily sneakin they firearms in Often, niggaz be acting like they're marksmen but couldn't hit a stationary object So how you gonna hit a movin target? Especially if you alcoholic The party was coconuts until you spoiled it Nigga what's goin on? Chorus: Canibus + samples "What's going on? What's going on?" [Can] What's goin on these days? [Can] Can't do no hip-hop shows without the gunplay "What's going on? What's going on?" [Can] What's goin on? Why is everybody packin? "While you rappin, I'm busy tryin to sneak the gat in" -> Havoc "What's going on? What's going on?" [Can] What's goin on these days? Can't do no hip-hop shows without the gunplay "What's going on? What's going on?" [Can] Before you blaze, think about the lives at stake "You got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place" -> Biggie [Canibus] Aiyyo The other night I seen some kid gettin loud, runnin his mouth Til somebody pulled the thang-thang out, then shots rang out This nigga in front of me got his back blown out On the floor with a piece of his small intestines hangin out I had to scream on the bouncers to carry him out They said, "Nah, them niggaz is still bustin in the crowd" Then they ducked down close to the ground as the bullets whizzed by Prayin to Allah cause they don't wanna die But neither do I, fuck it, I gotta be here As a rap artist, it's a vital part of my career I swear, y'all niggaz need to chill with that Bringing your handguns to every God damn club I perform at Everything from semi-autos to macs Chrome or black, plastic gats and all that Believe it or not - the government wants that So they can use that as an excuse to shut down rap What's goin on? Chorus [Canibus] Yo All of my hip-hop niggaz should feel what I'm speakin upon A subject that was touched by Nas and Pharoahe Monch Bullets - bein shot from guns, guns bein carried by thugs who come to the clubs to shed blood Bear in mind, that everytime a nigga reaches for chrome he jeopardizes more lives than his own To some this record ain't even relevant until you experience how a bullet can shatter your dreams in a millisec' By some thug cats who didn't take that by bustin a gat, they could render somebody handicapped and trapped, in a wheelchair over nothin With the gift of walkin and runnin snatched from them What the fuck is goin on? Chorus 2X (to fade) more free lyrics |
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