Tekst piosenki
(verse1)
Yo, me and Jurassic 5 in a chromed out navigator
Counting paper, who wanna taste the new flavour?
We go hard like terrorists smuggling bombs
Blow up a plane fuselage with the president on board
Starting problems, bringing drama regardless
We get our points across like a trapeze artist without falling
Twin turbine rhymes with 4 thousand pounds of thrust
Can-I-Bus, Can-I-Bus
If you one of them niggas that only trust what you can touch
When you see me give me a pound and shut the fuck up
No digity, I smack rappers silly for drilling me
Lyrically
The hardcore metaphor war trilogy
With the verbal chemistry punks can’t understand
How Canibus kills a man with less than 10 lyrical milligrams
Of the illest jam you ever seen or heard
Special operatives rocking this to get the proper burn, what!
(Verse2)
Canibus is above the law I make cop’s shit in their drawls they won’t even dispatch the call if my name is involved while you pray to Allah
Reading you’r Quar’an and you’r teaching of Muhammed
I’m in my crib studying thuganomics
Punks wanna murder me
That’s why my burgandy suburban be
Full of secret service security
Transporting me back and forth from the Alffirmative Action University and aircrafts to take off and land vertically
The fact that I ain’t treated like a king is ubsurd to me
From the streets of Dirty Jersey to Germany niggas heard of me
Verbally murdering you thoroughly withouth effort
I get drug tested before I can rhyme on the record
Remarkable specimen
With an audible weapon
Processing lyrics in less than one hundreth of a second
Beef, bring it
Bullets in barrel, spin it
(verse3)
After nonesense I got the reinforsments to crush any enemies offense
With a hundred thousand horsemen
The hardest muthawat, on the market right here
I complete in a minute what would take you a light year
Exstra terrestrial biological entities waiting for the energy battling for world supremacy
Who wanna get touched?
The can-i-bus will crush you
With hard jigsaw puzzles and strong jaw muscles
Ambushing mc’s
Jumping out the trees like vietnamese in fatigues coverd with leaves
Interigating you wack mc’s like like MIB’s with dark glasses
Asking you to tell me exactly where that alien craft landed by flashing
Brigth lights in you’r eyes with them silver cameras so when you revived you can’t recall or understand it
Thats how the canibus keeps SABS on the planet
I use amnesia to neutralize public panic and take advantage of opertunities to do damage
I’ll pierce you’r heart with evil thoughts
The only thing faster than the speed of light, is the speed of dark
With the jaws of a great white shark that’ll rip you apart
My state of the art lyrical lazer is razor sharp
Splatter the brain matter of my enemies with the same bullet trajectory that murdered John Kennedy
In the back of his cranial cavity
With is actually what happens to any wack mc for battling me
(verse4)
Im a nuclear warhead
Right now you’re provoking my detenation
Never test me withouth proper authorization my lack of patient will cause me to get mad
And explode right in front of you’r face like an air bag you’r rhyme is fake
You’r brain is childs play to manipulate
I create lyrics too intricate to imitate moving at a velocity
That’ll break you’r stop watch if you’re clocking me
My concrete jungle is like Jumanji but iller than what you’ve seen in the cinema
A five foot eight nigga with more horse power than twelve cylinders
My brain consits of twin pentium tips
That’s double the clock speed of a 586
And nothing about my physical matric is basic
I kick flavours beyond what you’r tounge is capable of tasting
You’ll be suprised you won’t belive you’r own eyes
It’s like explaining colour to man that’s born blind on of a kind
I got devine chromosomes in me
My sperm will scramble the eggs of a woman’s ovaries
Cause Im as original as it gets
And I can’t respect
Niggas that copy like double decks
I get vexed
When crab punks bite my style cause im selling a thousand records per day per square mile
Breaking the law of physics with metaphors and lyrics speaking to dead poets by conjouring up their spirits
From Shakespeer to Edgar Allan
Yo, the whole dead poets society couldn’t mess around with the talent
Much less understand it
I make tight rope walkers at the circus loose they balance when i kick the planet!
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