Canibus Doomsday News
[Canibus]
Yo, Yo //
If I had half as many bars in gold, as I had in lyrics when I flowed //
I’d be the richest man on the globe //
Niggas want to know, ‘Is Canibus gold?’ //
That’s a stupid ass question, motha fucker, is Canada cold? //
By the thousand degrees lower than liquid nitro is //
Five-thousand degrees hotter than flamethrowers //
I reflect light, bounce off walls and wreck mics //
Disconnect your windpipe, by cutting your neck with a knife //
Rip through, everything from tissues to blood vessels //
My ninjitsu, kill you with the art of tenchu //
I zigzag, zig, crushing the kid //
With G-forces violent enough to crush your ribs like pilots that fly Russian MIG //
Coming to punish you pigs //
Give a fuck who you is, nigga, Canibus’ll get biz //
From the lowest point on the planet, to Mount Everest //
I kick the illest shit, spray painting my name across the pyramids //
The rap terrorist, Professor Emeritus //
Fuck forbidden fruit, I was eating pussy in Genesis //
[Canibus]
Fuck y’all //
Fuck y’all //
[Canibus]
Yo, Yo //
Now I said it once, and I’ll say it a thousand times //
I got thousands of rhymes, the rechargeable alkaline kind //
You want a piece of mind? Fine, we can take it outside //
Otherwise you’re wasting you time, ‘cause I’ma shine, for the one triple-nine //
Niggas gambling, damaged they eyes //
Going blind, trying to keep up with these lyrical lines //
The type of nigga you can’t flow behind, without a dope rhyme //
You fuck around and get close-lined ‘til your nosedive //
We can rhyme fair and square or fair in the sphere //
Anyplace, anywhere, you niggas don’t have a prayer //
‘Cause Doomsday is near, faggot niggas is scared //
They stand and stare, as I appear upon a cushion of air //
With a long white beard flaming, hot enough to sunburn Satan //
Hotter than white people, taking vacations //
Out in Jamaica, out in the sun-bathing //
Sun-baking in gamma-ray radiation, ‘til they skin color look Cajun //
Mother fuckers start aging, to the point where they faces start shrivel up like raisins //
And they become cancer patients //
[Canibus]
Fuck y’all //
Fuck y’all //
[Canibus]
Yo, Yo, Yo //
I manipulate the metaphysical power to hold my breath for half an hour //
Continuously breathing outwards //
You ain’t an emcee, you a coward //
I make wack rappers lose control of they bladders and piss in trousers //
Pink pussy possum niggas play dead, while my heat-waves hit //
And verbal X-rays evaporate shit //
Water molecules get transformed into vapors //
My lyrics turn the Pacific into a dry lakebed //
Electromagnetic cassettes melt tape decks //
Niggas battling space, trying to hold it down, but they can’t ‘cause they weightless //
Amateur swordsmen get stabbed through they face mesh trying to escape death //
A world where the whole globe will contract Ebola //
From drinking spring-water darker than Coca-Cola //
Humans with AIDS, computers with Y2K //
I rock rhymes counter-clockwise until Doomsday //
Fuck y’all, fuck y’all, fuck y’all //
