Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Canibus ^ Cambatta, artist - Canibus. Album song Full Spectrum Dominance Repolarization, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.04.2019
Record label: That's Hip Hop
Song language: English
Canibus ^ Cambatta |
I’m a nine-dimensional being spitting photon directional beams |
CBD serve my medical needs |
Move your ass, nigga ain’t got no gravitas |
I’ma tell you one time, me and you are not sized |
There is no secret for patience, the key to being patient is sacred |
And those results are not easily taken |
You want to build? |
Do it for real |
Unite, brother, |
steel sharpens |
steel |
Listen to me, just (breathe) |
Yea, I be old-school growling, communities by the thousands and counting |
Coming down off a Mingledorff mountain |
With books and tube pouches and million dollar equipment vouchers |
Education, you ain’t shit without it, how about it? |
They took the game make it hard to support that lane |
YouTube views probably bought that fame |
I’d rather go to bass shop pro than deal with yo ignorant ass, yo |
'cause our people are always last to know |
Rap music should have been had unions, but it don’t |
Try to get 'em to stop the confusion, but they won’t |
And now here we are, 2018, still got the same problems |
Chaos a prelude to conflict |
You know necessity is the mother of ideas |
And a bad idea is the father of all fears |
The black and loud herd mentality crowd dreadlocks |
Be looking like some dirty ass black and mild’s |
If you ain’t melanated? |
Black or brown? |
You ain’t down |
How that sound? |
Who’s possessed by the spirit of a savage now? |
You better check them false facts in your files |
Division’ll have your mouth starving looking for a hand out |
Man down, everybody fan out, it’s your fault the plan went south |
Say the word you the big man now |
I don’t think so, they move every way the wind blow |
Kimbo, purse snatch a bimbo don’t get shit though |
Homie, these niggas lonely and phony |
Crowd-funded for groceries, some of these Hotep niggas is hungry |
I germinated the waters, you just tasting out of my faucet |
You like the taste? |
We created the sources/sauces |
The Jamaican mason cooking Cajun bacon with a fig-leaf apron |
With the information to raise a nation |
The green is the Ankh, the black is the God |
My gold staff is a stick that makes buckets of lard |
Lord Have Mercy, that nigga got bars |
James Bond with a turbo-saw, but still they resent the God |
Spit bars til my voice goes hoarse, circular saws slice jaws |
No novacaine but take twice as long |
I am the monk of Mingledorff, I mutilate every single song |
My drum machine cut your fingers off |
Let’s talk; |
I see where you went wrong |
You was smoking embalming fluid out the morgue and held your breathe too long |
Yea, I’m |
floored |
but my God is an awesome God |
Meanwhile, your paws are too short to walk with dogs |
Mt. Rushmore Olmec face; |
your security clearance not up to date |
So I’ma have to stop you at the gate |
Thermovision whistles and bells, your superheat smells |
So on your way to Hell let me give you this cool gel |
Sound off, let me hear you yell; |
who you gonna tell? |
When I was proof-reading the grail? |
You was learning how to spell |
Talk to my abbot; |
I hooked the dragon up to your wagon |
2018, you talking about horsepower, you lackin' |
Layerin raps, matching, you still mackie-board four tracking |
Rip the Jacker got all the action |
Canibus, |
Cambatta |
classic, Full Spectrum Dominance |
Triple blackness, release the albino kraken |
On the bible, I swore solemnly |
Lord watching me, born of a moor progeny |
Source of a pure prophecy |
Before Constantine, travel to Nicaea and courted a core following |
Modestly, freedom before sovereignty |
I don’t believe in the theme of a war policy |
Amistad, land of the street and like four blocks from me |
Cinque speaking and God orator pompously |
My phrase couplets change the way brains function |
Hard metal skin brown 'cause it’s rain rusted |
Tie ropes to your limbs then i play puppets |
Cut a hole in your stomach then i make munchkins |
I ate tongues to taste tastebuds |
If you taste my tastebuds you’ll taste bud |
I showed up at gunfights and gave hugs |
Make em put they guns down |
Shoot em with the same gun, blame drugs |
Failure is the best lesson |
She didn’t know my name but she kept guessing |
I told her gold string makes the best threading |
When I rump, my steel skin deflects weapons |
Teflon chest vested, lungs burning |
Breath ganja, sweat resin, ep-lep-tic (epileptic) |
Before the beginning I knew the best ending |
Thought of the answer before the next question |
Soothsayer, earth sun moonmaker |
Born instantly, mother never knew labor |
Shroom taker, Obi with the blue saber |
Legend King James left out like a new maker |
Who’s greater? |
I draw a circle on a Etch A Sketch |
No birth defects but I got death defects |
Exhale, reach out, catch the breath |
We inhale it back in before the second breath |
Melchizedek, hope is like a god that I never met |
Sleeping so hard that I rest erect |
I found a treasure chest |
I’ma carry as much as my hands hold then I’m leaving you whatever’s left |
I rotate the earth with my feet |
Like I’m running on the top exterior of a hamster wheel |
He’s the Morpheus, I’m the Exile |
In the simulation, we got the keys and the pills |
Dr. Seuss talk to Zeus |
Jump up, grab the sun, alleyoop |
Break the chain to the subconscious loop |
Prophets' moms are commonly prostitutes |
God’s recruit, lies are the honest truth |
Crabs are big spiders in lobster suits (cute) |
Pen sharp, when I write cut a desk in half |
My writtens are better chiseled than metal slabs |
Lift iron, my sceptre’s a magnetic staff |
Long blade hidden inside like a machete has |
Repenting penning a pentagram in a pantograph |
Fresh up out the pen in a pentagon with a weapon stash |
Get it past, sleight of hand, Penn & Teller fast |
Fast like the Pentium i9 that Dell’ll have |
Heavy like appendix that Adele’ll have |
White singer, Lightbringer, let the devil cast |
Horse legs, Annamite figure goat head attached |
Born Siamese till I ate the second half like a breakfast snack |
Colorblind, only see things in the three that my spectrum has |
Green, red and black like the Kenyan flag |
Every fella Helen Keller ever met is black |
I love neck so much I bought a pet giraffe |
Bang arm like funny bone and then I laugh |
Fist iron, beat sand out a heavy bag |
Right jab, right jab, tip to the left and jab |
Left body uppercut, head hit the leather mat |
Hopefully he wakes up after ten seconds pass |
I hit him harder than gettin past a depressin past |
I throw my du-rag in the sea and trigger a three |
Hundred and sixty degree tidal wave |
We are each one cell in a giant brain |
Life a game, self is the boss in the final stage |
Compared to the Nephilim, Yao Ming’s a dwarf |
King of lords with double door to Mingledorff |
Cambatta, Canibus, bring a cross |
Carry it up a mountain till we exhaust |