Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 100 Bars, artist - Canibus.
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
100 Bars |
Yeah! |
That’s the beat right there |
I’m about to black out |
With a hundred bars on some professional shit |
So don’t try this at home, yo |
Yo, yo, yo |
My style of rhymin' is ancient like Aztecs and Mayans |
Because I recognize it’s all about timin' |
Me and my freestyle alliance practicin' African voodoo science |
In front of twenty-foot bonfires |
Lookin' skyward, calculatin' May 5, 2000 |
The nine planets’ll be in alignment |
The arrival of the prophet in the cockpit |
Of a starship the size of the Hale-Bopp comet |
With mercury ion rockets |
And a big-ass «Canibus Comin' Soon» poster on the side of it |
I’m known geographically and intergalactically |
That’s why I got extraterrestrials that wanna battle me |
They even tried kidnappin' 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 workin' for COM 12 |
Disguised as a nigga signed with a record deal |
Lyrically, I’m off-scale |
So all hail or get tossed towards Hell, whatever y’all feel |
Bruisin' niggas, confusin' niggas 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 niggas 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 shit, swell your lip bigger than Bubba Shrimp |
For actin' tough and shit, what a wimp |
You giant Goliath niggas get shot with a rubber sling |
I’m an experiment gone bad |
My brainwaves on an encephalograph |
Show that I’m stark ravin' 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 flyin' glass |
Trained to blow up commercial aircraft |
Trained in chemical weapons class |
Just to see how long a nigga’s breath’ll last |
I put him in a leather mask, spray his ass with a can of pepper gas |
Then watch him grab his neck and gag |
Watch the nigga choke to death as I laugh |
«You wanna battle?» |
is the type of question you should never ask |
Nigga, pick a tougher task, see who the fuck’ll last |
Whoever lose’ll get a solderin' iron up the ass |
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 nigga with a divine mind |
I dedicate this to the wise, dedicate it to dimes |
Dividin' myself into hundred ten times |
You can’t deny the offerings I offer |
Flows that glow with auroras that sparkle like water |
Fly like a saucer |
with the torque of a Porsche |
Murder a million MC’s, then autograph all of their coffins |
Been gettin' it on since I been born and I’mma live long |
And I’mma be gettin' it on 'til I’m gone |
Look at all the stages I been on, all the songs that I spit on |
I took an oath to rip everything I get on |
A nigga like me should have Carpal Tunnel syndrome |
In the wrist bones from grippin' microphones this long |
I’m just a small fish in a big pond |
That gets pissed off, whenever I get picked on |
Nigga, 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 |
shittin' on niggas |
Drawn to a hideous form with horns and a mink on |
Duckin' down low like we in 'Nam fightin' the Viet Cong |
Screamin' «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 800,000 to even consider a war |
And 200,000 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 motherfuckin' asphalt |
Nine out of ten niggas is frauds |
You know who you are |
Always talkin' about your bitches and your cars |
Your jewelry and your girls, it’s like we from two different worlds |
You motherfuckers really get on my nerves |
'Cause I’m beyond 'em, on some futuristic cyborg shit |
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 then hit 'em with some more shit, the raw shit |
Call my reinforcements, the Four Horsemen |
Take a big piece of chalk and draw a line across the stage pulpit |
I dare a motherfucker to cross it |
I’ll even call my man Black Rob at two in the mornin' |
Tell him it’s important |
Tell him to call Sting three-way and sing a chorus |
Break your camcorders, so you motherfuckers can’t record it |
Call the news, I’ll kill your reporters |
Start a lawsuit, I’ll kill your lawyers |
Fuck the soft shit and fuck what y’all think |
My album’s gold 'cause my album was the bomb shit |
Y’all niggas got your ass 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 fuck 'em in the ass, then you give 'em cash for it |
That’s some sick shit 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 better than Canibus? |
Where’s the evidence? |
You got below average intelligence and poor penmanship |
You need to shut the fuck up 'cause your breath stink |
Take fifty cents and purchase a pack of peppermints |
Battlin' me, you never win |
You thought you was the only nigga that could sneak a weapon in? |
Nigga, guess again |
'Cause after I’m finished wreckin' this shit |
I’mma drink a whole bottle of Henny and go fuck a lesbian |