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| Canibus 2000 B.C. Chaos [Verse 1] *acapella* Yo yo yo Now ain't nobody fuckin wit the mastermind I'm like Einstein, a hundred and fifty times magnified Nickel and Teslin, Jon Von Neuman All wrapped up in the body in one human I rhyme the tightest, shine the brightest I blind the optic fibers in anybody's iris When it comes to rappin, I'll smash your ass Whether you Latin, Black or Anglo-Saxon I'll smack you wit a backhand That crack your back like chiropractors after lookin at your catscan In between albums, I've become a masked man like Batman And stalk my own rap fans I'm like a madman fightin a war Throwin lightning rods, swingin lightning swords Blow you away wit a force that'll leave your body lost Gone, nothin to mourn, nothin to do a autopsy on I rock till I can't rock no more Till I can't get no mothafuckin props no more Till they boo me on stage when I'm out on tour Till 2000 B.C. ain't hot no more I'm a dragon wit the head of a lion, jaws be like saws grindin Claws rip through walls of cast iron I slap fire outta hoodlum, pull out steel and start shootin I clap iron like Duke Nukeum Try to attack 'Bis, you get your face stomped Flatter than a compact disc wit black Timbs Flatter than a Yankee baseball cap rim Flatter than the knife *Jigga* stabbed Un wit [Chorus] If you the first nigga that laugh I'll blow you in half The first nigga to talk trash I'ma blow you in half The first nigga to show your ass I'll blow you in half The first time'll be your last Cuz I'ma blow you in half [Verse 2] Yo check it *beat comes in* I destroy your whole city block when I'm ready to rock Blow the speaker box, magnetically shielded or not Magnetically energy poppin gates of radio waves Oscilate lyrics and beats copulate to pop your tape Manipulatin space in large proportions Millions of brain organs get lost when I start talkin About shit like supernatural forces Gnomes and theories and superstring theories Most of you mothafuckers barely Even understand the English language, much less think clearly When I die, will I go to Heaven or Hell Or will I end up in a place called the Van Allen Belt I researched my roots, lookin for proof The best place to hide a lie is between two truths The aftermath of a nuclear blast When the average death sentence becomes a dead paragraph I dig a 5 by 9 rectangle in the grass Reach your epitab and bury your ass As the coffin gets lowered into the ground slowly I'll sing all of your greatest hits, oldies on karaoke Chorus 2x |
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