100 Bars - Lyrics - Canibus

Yeah!!! That's the beat right there. I'm about to black out with 100 bars on some professional ***. So don't try this at home, yo. Yo, yo, yo My style of rhyming, is ancient like Aztec's and Mayan's Because I recognize it's all about timing Me and my freestyle alliance, practicing African Voodoo science In front of twenty foot bonfires Looking skyward, calculating May fifth, two thousand The nine planets'll be in alignment The arrival of the prophet, in the cockpit Of a star ship the size of the Hale-Bopp comet With mercury ion rockets And a big ***, 'Canibus coming soon' poster on the side of it I'm known geographically, and intergalactically That's why I got extraterrestrials that want to battle me They even tried kidnapping 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 working for COM twelve Disguised as a *** signed with a record deal Lyrically, I'm off-scale So all hail, or get tossed towards Hell, whatever y'all feel Bruising ***, confusing ***, 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 *** wanna be down, but it's not allowed Interrupt the cipher unannounced and you'll get punched in the mouth With the Southpaw Southern fist I'll bust your ***, swell your lip bigger than bubba shrimp For acting tough as ***, what a wimp You giant Goliath *** get shot with a rubber sling I'm an experiment gone bad My brainwaves on an encephalograph show that I'm stark raving mad Your whole scientific staff'll get killed in a nuclear blast When I throw the Florence flask in my hand Flammable liquids in the lab explode and you get stabbed with all the flying glass Trained to blow up commercial aircrafts Trained in chemical weapons class, just to see how long a ***'s breath'll last I put him in a leather mask, spray his *** With a can of pepper gas, then watch him grab his neck and gag Watch the *** choke to death as I laugh 'You wanna battle?' is the type of question you should never ask ***, pick a tougher task, see who the ***'ll last Whoever lose'll get a soldering iron up the *** You need to recognize, my hand is quicker than the eye Quicker than the five speed Jamiroquai drives A lifespan longer than nine lives, infinite rhymes that can't die A *** with a divine mind I dedicate this to the wise, dedicate it to dimes Dividing myself into a hundred ten times You can't deny the offering's an offer Flows that glow with aurora's that spark of light Water fly like a saucer, with the torque of a Porsche *** a million emcees, then autograph all of their coffins Been getting it on, since I been born, and I'ma live long And I'ma be getting it on 'til I'm gone Look at all the stages I've been on, all the songs that I've spit on I took an oath to rip everything I get on A *** like me should have carpal tunnel syndrome In the wrist bones from gripping microphones this long I'm just a small fish in a big pond That gets pissed off whenever I get picked on *** 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, *** on *** drawn to a hideous form With horns, and a mink on Ducking down low like Vietnam, fighting the Vietcong Screaming, 'incoming' when I see a bomb Speak to your leader, surrender your arms You need about a million more soldiers to even the odds Plus eight hundred thousand to even consider a war And two hundred thousand 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 *** asphalt Nine out of ten *** is frauds You know who you are, always talking about your *** and your cars Your jewellery and your girls, it's like we from two different worlds You mother *** really get on my nerves 'Cause I'm beyond them, on some futuristic cyborg *** I close my eyes when I freestyle so I could read what prints across them 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 ***, the raw *** Call my reinforcements, the four horsemen Take a big piece of chalk and, draw a line across the stage pulpit I dare a *** to cross it I'll even call my man Black Rob at two in the morning Tell him it's important, tell him to call Sting three-way, and sing a chorus Break your camcorders so you *** can't record it Call the news, I'll kill your reporters, start a lawsuit, I'll kill your lawyers *** the soft *** and *** what y'all think My album's gold, 'cause my album was the bomb, *** Y'all *** got your *** 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 *** 'em in the ***, then you give 'em cash for it That's some sick *** 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 *** up 'cause your breath stinks Take fifty cents and purchase a pack of peppermints Battling me, you'll never win You thought you was the only *** that could sneak a weapon in? *** guess again 'Cause after I'm finished wrecking this *** I'ma drink a whole bottle of Henney, and go *** a lesbian //