Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Chaos , by - Canibus. Release date: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
Chaos |
| Yo, yo, yo |
| Now ain’t nobody fuckin wit the mastermind |
| I’m like Einstein, a hundred and fifty times magnified |
| Nicola Tesla an', Jon Von Neuman |
| All wrapped up in the body in one human |
| I rhyme the tightest, shine the brightest |
| I blind the optic fibers in anybody’s iris |
| When it comes to rappin, I’ll smash your ass |
| Whether you Latin, Black or Anglo-Saxon |
| I’ll smack you wit a backhand |
| That crack your back like chiropractors after looking at your CAT scan |
| In between albums, I’ve become a masked man like Batman |
| And stalk my own rap fans |
| I’m like a madman fighting a war |
| Throwing lightning rods, swinging lightning swords |
| Blow you away with a force that’ll leave your body lost |
| Gone, nothin to mourn, nothing to do a autopsy on |
| I rock till I can’t rock no more |
| Till I can’t get no motherfucking props no more |
| Till they boo me on stage when I’m out on tour |
| Till 2000 B.C. |
| ain’t hot no more |
| I’m a dragon wit the head of a lion, jaws be like saws grinding |
| Claws rip through walls of cast iron |
| I slap fire at a hoodlum, pull out steel and start shooting |
| I clap iron like Duke Nukem |
| Try to attack 'Bis, you get your face stomped |
| Flatter than a compact disc wit black Timbs |
| Flatter than a Yankee baseball cap rim |
| Flatter than the knife *Jigga* stabbed Un wit |
| If you the first nigga that laugh |
| I’ll blow you in half |
| The first nigga to talk trash |
| I’ma blow you in half |
| The first nigga to show your ass |
| I’ll blow you in half |
| The first time’ll be your last |
| 'Cause I’ma blow you in half |
| Yo check it |
| I destroy a whole city block when I’m ready to rock |
| Blow the speaker box, magnetically shielded or not |
| Magnetically energy propagates in radio waves |
| Oscillating lyrics and beats copulate then pop your tape |
| Manipulating space in large proportions |
| Millions of brain organs get lost when I start talkin |
| About shit like supernatural forces |
| Gnomes and fairies and superstring theories |
| Most of you motherfuckers barely |
| Even understand the English language, much less think clearly |
| When I die, will I go to Heaven or Hell |
| Or will I end up in a place called the Van Allen Belt |
| I researched my roots, looking for proof |
| The best place to hide a lie is between two truths |
| The aftermath of a nuclear blast |
| When the average death sentence becomes a death paragraph |
| I dig a 5 by 9 rectangle in the grass |
| Read your epitaph and bury your ass |
| As the coffin gets lowered into the ground slowly |
| I’ll sing all of your greatest hits oldies on karaoke |
| If you the first nigga that laugh |
| I’ll blow you in half |
| The first nigga to talk trash |
| I’ma blow you in half |
| The first nigga to show your ass |
| I’ll blow you in half |
| The first time’ll be your last |
| 'Cause I’ma blow you in half |
| If you the first nigga that laugh |
| I’ll blow you in half |
| The first nigga to talk trash |
| I’ma blow you in half |
| The first nigga to show your ass |
| I’ll blow you in half |
| The first time’ll be your last |
| 'Cause I’ma blow you in half |