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Professor Griff: |
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Canibus |
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Throwing melanated molotov cocktails |
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Engineer directly out of Full Sail |
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Ripping the jacker, ain't nobody nastier |
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Spitting and grabbing facts and data to enhance ya |
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Canibus the lyrical adjective killer |
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Canibus: |
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My Melatonin Magik is enhanced by the melatonin tablets |
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Come take a walk with Canibus |
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Ardipithecus Ramidus, what the fuck is Melatonin Magik Bis? |
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I still ain't understanding this shit |
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Okay, my brain is a microchip |
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My two balls with a cane is a macro-dick, I rap so sick |
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I created swine PLOO out of an infinite mix |
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You tried to diss but can't even spit, you just stand there and wish |
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With your hand on your hips, man you a bitch |
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Who the fuck is you to criticize a lyrical king |
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You see, that's my problem, I spit a thousand bars y'all was silent |
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I ain't heard nothing about it |
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I had to give you three years to recognize |
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And then I realized, can't nobody even fuck with my rhymes |
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The Internet is an early telepathic building set |
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My lyrics are international nuclear missile threats |
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The blogosphere is where you vent frustration and discontent |
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But children don't understand the concept of consequence |
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So yes, it's immature to express disrespect |
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But no I will not accept what the media says |
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They are the reason we are being mislead |
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There are forces above them that feed off our stress, suffering and debt |
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I am Dead by Design, 'cause nobody tells me what to rhyme |
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I make up my own fucking mind |
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There are more of us than them |
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But at the same time they are gods and we are just mortal men |
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Thirteen levels above 33, let me say it again |
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They are gods and we are just mortal men |
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I cannot imagine their power |
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They put a black family in the White House just so they can take away ours |
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You tryna to plan a great escape? You're a coward |
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They gon' make us march into a gas chamber make us think we're taking a shower |
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Mommas and babies is crying |
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The children of Zion belong to Skynet, nobody knows who's behind it |
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So if you don't care, fine then, I don't care either |
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But I ain't spineless like you, I'm a true believer |
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In the metaphysical ether, you listening to the lyrical reaper |
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The spiritual teacher, empirical speaker |
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After this album they gon' call me a leader |
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But I'm not, Killuminati just gon' murder me like Pac |
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Blood sacrifice or not, I don't even wanna be alive |
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If it's like that, then fuck Tiamat |
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You can laugh at my appearance |
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Well fuck you for standing there staring, fuck everything on this planet |
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Including the evil spirits, notwithstanding the aliens |
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Acting like they don't hear us, there's no need to fear us |
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Just come down and help us, I love James Brown more than I love Elvis |
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But that don't mean I'm selfish |
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Soft but hard on the outside like shellfish |
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Crispy, crunchy, black crawling out of Hell's pit |
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You scream for hardcore, I felt it |
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But what you gon' do when they kill me on some Eminem and L shit? |
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You won't do a motherfucking thing |
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'Cause let me tell you why, you a coward and you don't know shit |
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'Cause if my Brothers stand next to me, the energy expands collectively |
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The world was never ready for me |
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And they ain't ready for their own freedom neither, they perish from the heater |
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The fire breathers crawl out of their cage to eat 'em |
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Like thin crust pizza, Cthulhu creatures with rough features |
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Jeepers creepers, good luck with Jesus |
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How many meters? Reload and squeeze it |
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I run up in the Vatican with demons, just to get even |
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That's where the biggest demon is |
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It's no secret, but nobody else sees it, so they won't believe it |
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But that's when I calm back down, the key word is back down |
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I got possessed by my own raps, wow |
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Knock knock, who's home? The black Dan Brown |
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I didn't mean what I said, please don't kill me now |
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My ghostwriter's not around, plus it was just a freestyle |
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But at least I got better beats now |
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Meanwhile, motherfuckers still mad, I feel bad |
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I'd apologize but you acting like a real fag |
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What the fuck I'm supposed to feel like? |
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Twelve years later I still don't get acknowledged for shit that I write |
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But I don't want to talk to you now |
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It'd be a motherfucking miracle if you even see me walking around |
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They still ask me about 'Second Round' even now |
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(Interviewers voice) Canibus can you tell us of what happened again? - Look at this fucking clown |
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Can't get over it, they ask me a loaded question |
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and act like I'm the one that's promoted it, hang up on 'em |
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You a cyborg unit with no soul to it |
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Stupid surrogate, twelve years later I'm on some other shit |
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And so is the whole world, look at the mother ships |
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And so is the whole world, look at the mother ships |
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Professor Griff: |
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After this album they gon' call me a leader but I'm not |
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The Illuminati just gon' kill me just like they did Pac |
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Blood sacrifice or not |
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It's Professor Griff the ex-minister |
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Signing out |
