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[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 buga fajita beliefs I speak be so deep // Most critics get mad because there's nothing to critique // Whenever I'm rapping or rhyming, with irrefutably remarkable timing // I'm like Charlie Chaplin pantomiming // If you John Blaze or you James Flames // Or you Jack Cremation, I'm Germaine Propane // No pain, no gain in this rap game // For the fortune and fame, in order to remain // Most real emcee’s learn to adapt to the change // Or get washed away, like tears in the rain // [Canibus] Yo // If you wanna know how I kick a flow // When I rip a show with my lyrical I'm a let you know // It's difficult ‘cause I'm a part spiritual part Para physical miracle // And I'ma blackout in a minute or two // Spitting like Bone Thugs, like, “Nigga what? // I'm finna to get a gun and stick them up.” // Then crush a thugs bone with a chrome slug // The black Cyrano, the birch of rack to rack // 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 willing, like Beanie on the speakers // "Sim simma," who got the fire for my reefer? // You came home from a bid, a nigga was in your crib // And the whole time you thought your girl was celibate // [Canibus] Yo // Physically, I move at a velocity // That'll break your stopwatch if you’re clocking me // My concrete jungle is like Jumaji // 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 five, eighty-six // And nothing about my physical matrix, is basic // I kick flavor beyond what your tongue is capable of tasting // You’ll be so surprised, you won't believe your own eyes // It's like, a Jamaican seeing the snow for the first time // Rhymes of a sort, it distorts space and time // It's like, explaining color to a man that was born blind // |
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