Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 2000 B.C. (Before Canibus), artist - Canibus.
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
2000 B.C. (Before Canibus) |
Yo! |
My offense is a mixture of Mike and Muhammad |
Knock a nigga unconscious and talk shit |
In bare-knuckle boxin', speed is the object |
Weavin' and dodgin' with defensive blockin' |
So in the ring, you cannot win |
The top ten become nine dead if I ever decide to hop in |
With the one-two, one-two shot to the chin |
knock you out like ten shots of vodka and gin |
The beautiful blend of power and strength |
From the top of my head, down to where my toe cuticles end |
I verbally burn a nigga |
Lyrically hurt a nigga |
Pull a voodoo verse on a nigga |
Kennedy curse a nigga |
Who can spit the words quicker than the average man? |
Who can embarrass a man? |
Bite you with fangs and mangle ya hands |
On candid cam, the Canibus can |
The Canibus can with the stamina to damage a man |
It’s been a long time, I shouldn’t have left you (should have never left you) |
Without a strong rhyme to step to |
I told y’all (C'mon!!) I roast y’all (C'mon!!) |
So come on (Hold on) Hold on! |
It’s been a long time, I shouldn’t have left you (should have never left you) |
Without a strong rhyme to step to |
I told y’all (C'mon!!) I roast y’all (C'mon!!) |
So come on (Hold on) Hold on! |
Thieves in the temple, a priest murdered at the doorstep |
He heard the hounds of horses, surround his fortress |
Look down, the whole town with torches |
Blood on the door knock where our lord slept |
Night before the see-er saw it, so they slept nautious |
Broken windows with canisters, hidden cameras |
Masked man at the top of the bannister |
Shattered glass everywhere, someone pushed his man down the stairs |
A knife in the back with a note attached, read 'Beware' |
Looked up, saw a blowin curtain, a open window |
and heard the whistle of the soft air, someone screamin 'warfare' |
So Solomon takes cover, a servant yells out 'the bitch is cursed |
don’t touch her', but he trusts her, he also loves her |
Cause her to hold the sharing, his bright morning star |
His lil' way out the valley, a spy cut her throat inside a dark alley |
Someone knocked his daughter off a balcony, bloodshed in Galilea |
The cowardly flee to the hills of Cabrera |
Thieves of a hundred gates, the queen of cities |
No one shows pity, flyin spirits, floatin demons, fallen saints |
Soldiers walkin by their ranks, service of the East gate, scared to drink |
What would our leaders think? |
Every man lookin at each other, scared to blink |
The seed inside the sanctuary, scary |
Portraits of Saint Mary, with Mona Lisa |
The Queen of Cheeba, strokin a cheetah |
Other mid-wives sayin 'I don’t like the way he treats her' |
Pass the reefer, bass cheeba, Solomon judge wisely |
Wisdom spoken of highly, hair knotty, ask God 'Why me?' |
I’m live evil, I know live people |
Anxious to bang ya wit heavy metal like Magneto |
Now who really on some gangsta shit? |
Not every nigga with a stomach tattoo, bandana and a click homey |
You ain’t dope just cuz ya sniff it, I lace ya blunt with it |
That just makes ya a wack rapper and a drug addict, get it |
These niggaz rhyme like they AK spray shit |
Sell a ki of yay shit, gotta ride, homicide, every single day shit |
Get smacked in the streets by some real nigga who don’t play shit |
Hit the pavement screaming it’s just entertainment |
And that ain’t it, life sucks like pedagation |
My obligation, expose all ya funny bunnies |
Rappers actin slash fudge packin for the money |
Cuz next week if the new fad was hip hop fags |
You’ll find a lot of these thug niggaz in drag |
I’m ghetto symatic, automatic static |
Catatonic, supersonic, ebonic chronic addict |
Astronomical when the thunder dome sinner |
In the depths of the dungeon |
Dangerous, disasterly |
Catastrophes, metamorphis into a pit |
To run and die, cracking the bricks on the walls |
Camoflauge on the side of the lodge |
Bout to put something up in the garage |
Its time for World War 3 mufucka! |
You know me Young Gotti mufucka! |
I holds the microphone like a grudge |
In a 'llac laid back so back the fuck up |
Dis might give you a heart attack |
It’s real simple can’t get more simple than that (than that, than that) |