| Yeah!!! That's the beat right there. | |
| I'm about to black out with 100 bars on some professional shit. | |
| So don't try this at home, yo. | |
| Yo, yo, yo | |
| My style of rhymin is ancient like Aztecs and Mayans | |
| Because I recognize its all about timin | |
| Me and my freestyle alliance practicin African voodoo science | |
| In front of 20 ft. bonfires lookin skyward | |
| Calculating May 5, 2000 the nine planets'll be in alignment | |
| The arrival of the prophet in the cockpit | |
| Of a starship the size of the Hale-Bopp comet | |
| With mercury ion rockets | |
| And a big ass 'Canibus comin soon' poster on the side of it | |
| I'm known geographically and intergalactically | |
| That's why I got extraterrestrials that wanna battle me | |
| They even tried kidnappin me | |
| And they would've snatched me | |
| If their craft didn't get trapped in the Earth's gravity | |
| Engines stalled and failed. Crashed into a farmer's field | |
| And that's really what caused Roswell | |
| Undercover operatives workin for COM 12 | |
| Disguised as a nigga signed with a record deal | |
| Lyrically I'm off scale | |
| So all hail or get tossed towards Hell, whatever y'all feel | |
| Briusin niggas, confusin niggas like Chip Fu from the Fu-Schnickens | |
| Hit you with nuclear cruiser missiles | |
| Hear the wild wolf growl | |
| Styles stockpiled for miles from the ground to the clouds | |
| Wack niggas wanna be down but its not allowed | |
| Interrupt the cipher unannounced and you'll get punched in the mouth | |
| With the southpaw southern fist | |
| I'll bust your shit. Swell your lip and get the Bubba shrimp | |
| Back the tougher shit. What a wimp | |
| You giant Goliath. Niggas get shot with a rubber sling | |
| I'm an experiment gone bad. | |
| My brainwaves on an encephalograph show that I'm stark ravin mad | |
| Your whole scientific staff'll get killed in a nuclear blast | |
| When I throw the formula stashed in my hand | |
| Flammable liquids in the lab explode | |
| And you get stabbed with all the flyin glass | |
| Trained to blow up commercial aircrafts | |
| Trained in chemical weapons class | |
| Just to see how long a nigga's breath'll last | |
| I put him in a leather mask | |
| Spray his ass with a can of pepper gas | |
| Then watch him grab his neck and gag | |
| Watch the nigga choke to death as I laugh | |
| 'You wanna battle?' is the type of question you should never ask | |
| Nigga, pick a tougher task. See who the fuck'll last | |
| Whoever lose'll get a solderin iron up the ass | |
| You need to recognize | |
| My hand is quicker than the eye | |
| Quicker than the 5 speed Jamiroquai drives | |
| A lifespan longer than 9 lives. Infinite rhymes that can't die | |
| A nigga with a divine mind | |
| I dedicate this to the wise. Dedicate it to dames | |
| Dividin myself into 100 ten times | |
| You can't deny the offerin's an offer | |
| Flows that glow with aurora's the spark of light | |
| Water fly like a saucer | |
| With the torque of a Porsche | |
| Murder a million MCs then autograph all of their coffins | |
| Been gettin it on since I been born and I'm a live long | |
| And I'm a be gettin it on till I'm gone | |
| Look at all the stages I been on. All the songs that I spit on | |
| I took an oath to rip everything I get on | |
| A nigga like me should have Carpal Tunnel syndromes | |
| In the wristbones from grippin microphones this long | |
| I'm just a small fish in a big pond | |
| And gets pissed off whenever I gets picked on | |
| Nigga try to flip and get flipped on | |
| My army march a million strong | |
| Like the nation of Islam with suede timbs on | |
| Extremely hostile | |
| Fully armed troops dressed in frog suits and night vision goggles | |
| A lyrical lynch mob | |
| Shittin on niggas drawn to a hideous form with horns and a mink on | |
| Duckin down low like Vietnam fightin the Vietcong | |
| Screamin 'incomin' when I see a bomb | |
| Speak to your leader. Surrender your arms | |
| You need about a million more soldiers to even the odds | |
| Plus 800,000 to even consider a war | |
| And 200,000 more to even look hard | |
| You better drop your flag and withdraw | |
| My cavalry charge accompanied by a blizzard of wicked metaphors | |
| And smash y'all. Attach y'all to the back of my horse | |
| And drag y'all across the motherfuckin asphalt | |
| 9 out of 10 niggas is frauds | |
| You know who you are always talkin about your bitches and your cars | |
| Your jewelry and your girls. It's like we from two different worlds | |
| You motherfuckers really get on my nerves | |
| Cause I'm beyond them, on some futuristic cyborg shit | |
| I close my eyes when I freestyle so I could read what picture crossed in | |
| Then raise my arms like a sorcerer and cast a fireball into the audience | |
| To barbecue your brain organs | |
| You feel like you've been thrown in a microwave oven | |
| I flame broil suckers and hit 'em with some more shit | |
| The raw shit. Call my reinforcements, the four horsemen | |
| Take a big piece of chalk and draw a line across the stage pulpit | |
| I dare a motherfucker to cross it | |
| I'll even call my man Black Rob at two in the mornin | |
| Tell him it's important. Tell him to call Sting 3 way and sing a chorus | |
| Break your camcorders so you motherfuckers can't record it | |
| Call the news, I'll kill your reporters | |
| Start a lawsuit, I'll kill your lawyers | |
| Fuck the soft shit and fuck what y'all think | |
| My album's gold cause my album was the bomb, shit | |
| Y'all niggas got your ass beat cause you asked for it | |
| Got your picture taken and put in a tabloid | |
| Cause you a man and you like to touch little boys | |
| You fuck 'em in the ass, then you give 'em cash for it | |
| That's some sick shit homeboy | |
| A hundred years ago, they'd have took you to see Sigmund Freud | |
| You fraudulent. Feminine. Fragile as a feather is | |
| With an effortless blow, I'll crack your whole skeleton | |
| You think you're better than Canibus, where's the evidence? | |
| You got below average intelligence and poor penmanship | |
| You need to shut the fuck up cause your breath stink | |
| Take fifty cents and purchase a pack of peppermints | |
| Battlin me you never win | |
| You thought you was the only nigga that could sneak a weapon in? | |
| Nigga guess again | |
| Cause after I'm finished wreckin this shit | |
| I'm a drink a whole bottle of Henney and go fuck a lesbian |
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