[Canibus] Yo -- niggaz is phony frontin like they Master of Ceremonies None of you suckers are even remotely close to me To be nice I sacrifice things like no sleep I keep a library of lyrics on microfiche Creating concepts so deep, niggaz quote me They rewind and interpret my rhymes to they homies I did things beyond your flows, eons ago It's inevitable in ninety-eight I'ma blow Ever since eighty-four, I've been in it to win it But see back then we used to battle by spinnin on the ce-ment You can't even absorb the rhymes I record or resolve the deep laws of the physics involved I travel to the end of the universe and beyond Parsecs, out of range from a cellular StarTec From the galaxy of Andromeda; I puzzle niggaz like crop circles and other unexplained phenomena
Chorus: Canibus
Aiyyo, nine out of ten of these rap artists is garbage "G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded" You spineless, rhymeless, niggaz is heartless "Get re-Get re-Get retarded" Aiyyo, I came to see that hip-hop is never tarnished "G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded" So I {*echoes*} "I, want, to.." "G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded"
[Canibus] Aiyyo, all I really want is you niggaz to stop bitin All I really want is you niggaz to start writin All I really want is you niggaz to be original and start spittin some lyrical shit that I can listen to You haven't written the perfect rhyme yet You don't even know the sequences to the Human Genome Project You haven't come to terms with your God yet And you refuse to believe in Unidentified Flyin Objects When I bomb shit, I get retarded; probably more than you bargained I'm talkin about rippin mic off your arm shit Hype shit, blow up a mic shit, you might get beat the fuck up in broad daylight with a nighstick To the British, I'm Ghandi To the Japanese I'm an American pilot flyin over Nagasaki To the AIDS patient I'm your last antibody Sittin and waitin for a cure from modern biology
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[Canibus] Yo I be lookin directly into the human eye to see if you pussy And completely ruin your ability to lie to me I pull a nine on a bully, cock back the cannon God damnit, I don't think you fully understand it Ask nine out of ten niggaz on the planet who the best is, the question'll go unanswered til I step up, to the front line with rhymes Revin my engines like they were powered by Lemans Murderin niggaz with lyrics manufactured within my DNA's double-helix, I leave you in troubled spirits I'm absolutely the purest, breed of MC from the United States of America to Europe I deserve it However you wanna word it, I'm perfect Touch my microphone on accident and get murdered on purpose Motherfucker! "I, want, to.." "G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded"
Compositores: Salaam Remi Gibbs (Remi Salaam), Arthur Ross, Leon Ware, Marvin P Gaye, Marlon Lu'ree Williams (Marl Marley), Marcel Theo Hall (Bizmarkie), Germaine Williams (Canibus), Vance Robert Tenort (Vance Maddog Tenort), Lawrence L. Goodman ECAD: Obra #34915104