Mic-Nificent - Lyrics - Canibus

(Canibus) Yo, sitting on chrome, sitting on low-pro twenty-inch Firestones Gripping the road, with the wickedest flow ‘Bis is a pro, I zigzag through a sly-loam Accelerating, and decelerating in and out of the cones Poisonous poems travel through Walkman headphones Into your dome, osteoporosis your bones Who's the nicest *** you know, in the year two-triple oh Spit turn into icicles in mid air and slit your throat Drain your carcass dry, rip out your heart *** I write rhymes using your blood for my ink-cartridges Paleo-anthropologist polish the bones of rap artists After I dip them in hydrochloric waters Can-I-Bus as the seams bursting, perfect Everyday the Earth spins, I write verses My sole purpose as a verbalist, is to make my words twist And connect them like letters when they in cursive (Canibus) I prey on them, I spray on them First *** to violate, I regulate without warning I prey on them, I spray on them First *** to violate, I regulate without warning I prey on them, I spray on them First *** to violate, I regulate without warning I prey on them, I spray on them First *** to violate, I regulate without warning (Canibus) Yo, Yo I'm faster than leopards running across the vast deserts at twenty-two yards per second, to catch me the daily delicatessen With thirty-minutes to eat them, forty minutes to digest them And fifty-minutes for it to pass through my intestines So ask yourself a question; Can the Canibus rhyme? Is a *** porcupine half-swine? No time to make up your mind, you want to run or die? Clip you while you running by and trip you up from behind My rhymes confuse *** like someone trying to *** Wearing a blue shirt, and red pants, throwing up signs with they left-hands Standing out on the corner of wetlands, with a confederate flag for a headband God damn eggplants, *** getting me vexed man ‘Cause I'm surrounded by garbage like Fred Sav And I can't seem to get away from it I dreamt that I stabbed leviathan through the stomach, and ate from it In my past life, I slayed hundreds, in the life before that I played trumpets to warn you that I was coming There's one billion ways to die and I've already tried Nine-hundred million, nine-hundred and ninety-nine When I aim and fire my rhymes Like a hundred cannonballs flying, striking you one at a time, in a parallel line While the art of emceeing is steady dying That *** Can-I-Bus is still in his prime (Canibus) I prey on them, I spray on them First *** to violate, I regulate without warning I prey on them, I spray on them First *** to violate, I regulate without warning I prey on them, I spray on them First *** to violate, I regulate without warning I prey on them, I spray on them First *** to violate, I regulate without warning (Canibus) Club Dodge; I wrecked that, Limelight; searched that Envy; I murdered that, Club Soho; Never heard of that Wetlands; dried it up, Cheaters; inside the club Fired up, looking for a chicken to tie it up Club New-York; I heard it's hot there, beats be rocking there Too many *** be getting stabbed and shot there Speed; I slowed it down, the Tunnel; they hold it down Home of the underground; why they always close it down? Century Club; the hot ***, the House of Blues; I rocked it One Twelve A.T.L.; that's the dirty-South bomb *** Synagogue; yeah I be there, Caribbean City; roll deep there Lyricist Lounge; they be some real emcees there