Canibus 100 Bars

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

Canibus “C” Section

[Chorus]

This is the C section

Rippin and wreckin the lyrical legends sendin y’all to mic club heaven

This is the C section

A lyrical legend second to none in this profession

[Canibus]

I spit it exquisite

And rip it minute by minute

I’m in it to win it

You fuckin rhyme with bis you finished

Lyrical menace scrape enamel off your teeth like a dentist

With a senator minister from the executive senate

Pro-gression followed by metaphorical methods

Testing 1 2 3 4 testing testing

Supreme supremacist nemesis to competitors

Predators eat intestines of anything they entrusted in

Slice you like lettuce and celery start seven

Then make a mc salad out of suckas and sell it

For an expensive percentage

With nine tenths of the credit

Drink red bull beverage to increase lyrical leverage

I only give respect to mic club members and my own mentors

In the center of my circle where I dare you to enter

This is art imitating life imitating art

Imitating the brain simulating thoughts when I talk

Idealistically I spit for free

The cinography of the rhyme is what balances me

Challenges me

E A six speed prowlers

Superior air power

Fly around us with propulsion that’s soundless

Spittin rhymes out by the thousands

Nitro-glycerin tablets under the tongue calm me down a bit

Attitude cynicism and lassitude

Battle you? come on dude I should slap you fool

Spit what I’ll leave your lips numb the friction is so sick son

Your children disappear from a trition

Rhythmic high intensity conflict is a given it

Especially if Canibus is doin the rippin

You snippin to clippin in the C-section incisions

With scissors with rubber ergonomic grip for the fingers

Liars for hire with a defense like Jeffery Fygar

And rock it like thugs who work for mic club

Hyped up and tear the mic up my man

Move forward as expeditiously as I can

Ain’t nobody in the world like Bis

The nitrous with radio telescopic devices

Same type shit

Facially hairless igogarious Jamaican-American

Lyricist turned microphone terrorist

Airlift me off the front line to my therapist

So I can sit in his chair and tell him how much I care for this

This is what they want this is what they love

To engage in the exchange of ideas and drugs

While I’m in the cut satellite trackin you rappers

With months of food rations beneath the catacombs of Paris

Theories of super-lattice and super-savage

Atomic attack tachometers flash when I punch the gas bitch

The farther I climb the harder I rhyme

You gotta face death and survive to feel more alive

The quality of life is an illusion of the mind

Super-imposed lines look two-dimensional from the side

According to the science of the C-section applied

If they say I’m the best after I die don’t be surprised

I C-section the sky let my energy rise

At the moment of truth I know it’s definitely my time

As my soul is eased through the sive I’ll be grateful because I lived

The only drawback is that I didn’t have kids

To C-section my beautiful whiz

And see the resemblance of my face in hers or his

Who knows what the future will bring

It stresses me to think

This mic meant everything now it doesn’t seem important

Now I gotta follow orders defend borders

From Maine to California Seattle to Florida

If I could talk to the Oracle I know what I’d ask her

I’d speak to her about my passions

As the hourglasses turn my life passes

I’ll just wait till I see the master and I’ll just ask him

Forget it that’s the future this is the present

A message to anybody listenin to the C section

[Chorus x2]

Canibus 2000 B.C. (Before Canibus)

[Canibus]

Yo! My offense is a mixture of Mike and Muhammad

Knock a nigga unconcious and talk shit

In bare-knuckle boxin’, speed is the object

Weavin’ and dodgin’ with defensive blockin’

So in the ring, you cannot win

The top ten become nine dead if I ever decide to hop in

With the one-two, one-two shot to the chin

knock you out like ten shots of vodka and gin

The beautiful blend of power and strength

From the top of my head, down to where my toe cuticles end

I verbally burn a nigga,

Lyrically hurt a nigga,

Pull a voodoo verse on a nigga,

Kennedy curse a nigga,

Who can spit the words quicker than the average man?

Who can embarrass a man?

Bite you with fangs and mangle ya hands

On candid cam, the Canibus can

The Canibus can with the stamina to damage a man

[Chorus]

It’s been a long time,

I shouldn’t have left you,

Without a strong rhyme to step to

I told y’all (C’mon!!) I roast y’all (C’mon!!)

So come on (Hold on) Hold on!!

It’s been a long time,

I shouldn’t have left you,

Without a strong rhyme to step to

I told y’all (C’mon!!) I roast y’all (C’mon!!)

So come on (Hold on) Hold on!!

[Canibus]

Yo! I spit for it (lie for it!)

Live for it (die for it!)

Back out the nine, commit a homicide for it

If I’m handcuffed with the right to remain silent for it

I’ma blow trial and do the federal time for it

you mad at the last album, I apologise for it,

Yo, I can’t call it, motherfuckin’ Wyclef spoiled it,

But this time for 99 I got 5 on it

You should double up and put a dime on it,

Matter of fact, triple your nickle and put 14.99 on it

I’ma shine on it,

Watch Flex drop a bomb on it

About ten times on it

Watch people call a request line for it

Cypher sounds keep pushin rewind on it

Look out for the album with the Canibus design on it

12 O’Clock in the morning you’ll be standin on line for it

I’m a live poet, with a sharp ear and eye for it

Coz I tear down mics and put a out of order sign on it

[Chorus]

[Canibus]

Yo, I rip shit with the ballistic characteristics

Of a hollow tip at point blank distance

I flip shit when I spit shit

Father forgive Bis,

I just snatched the Jesus piece off some Christians

Coz they sounded like idiots

They went from silver to gold to platinum

After the millenium they’ll probably be wearin’ Iridium

They so gassed, if a bitch sucked they dick they’d probably cum helium

Y’all niggaz can’t be serious, I was nice before ice

Before Christ, before the words let there be light

And a light took over the night

I was born with a mic

Lord of the mic before all plant and animal life

Took this rap shit to new heights

Before the Wright brothers took flight

Before dog fightin’ and aerial strikes

Before MC’s picked up pens and started to write

Before promotional marketin’ and ?posterlights?

The Can-I-Bus’ll bust up mics

Punch out lights

Punch out your motherfuckin eyesight

For the title bought fight

Ask Top Phife, I snatch the track for half price

The Canibus is too nice

Gimme that mic!

[Chorus]