Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song CAPTN Cold Crush, artist - Canibus. Album song C Of Tranquility, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.10.2010
Record label: iMCulture, Interdependent Media
Song language: English
CAPTN Cold Crush |
Coming to damage you spitting understandable slang at you |
I’m the all seeing lyrical with infinite bars and visuals |
And the sideways eight peripheral |
I told you I spit a rhyme that’ll melt the Earth |
Then ask you in the afterlife if you felt the verse |
On Planet Earth I search for my Tranquility first |
I said I was the illest but it didn’t help me it hurt |
And whenever I said, «Can-I», the crowd said, «Bus» |
Ten years later who am I? |
I still got a passionate love |
To be the man who I was, never give up |
Irrational rush to crush every mic I clutch |
When I erupt you duck or eggs clash flash solar blast from Bus |
Then sweep you off the stage like crumbs |
Grab your tongue, shout, rip it out, then shove it back in your mouth |
NOW! |
Then tell you to spit it out |
I spit about them lyrics my people can’t live without |
Been around since '97, I’ve been ripping it down |
Spit track after track after 'Beast From the East' |
I’m back before Lil' Weezy knew how to rap |
When T.I. |
was still hustling crack, I put the muscle in rap |
100 Bars, who fucking with that? |
A thousand bars later I ain’t heard nothing from Pap |
Where you was at when I was giving Big Punisher dap? |
On stage with a him at the Palladium |
You was in a gymnasium, I was putting chainsaws to craniums |
Blazing Homosapians in the atrium ripping jaws off aliens |
Performing 'Channel Zero' in stadiums |
Up at Hot 97' disgracing them |
Any radio station they place me in I broke the break-beats in |
I beat her, I beat him, the beat blend, I beat them |
Spit a verse to beat Barrack Obama if he win |
I’m the Beast From the East, picking meat out my teeth |
And as soon as the beat stop I forget how to speak |
I release a better rhyme seven times a week |
To beat me you gotta be better than my last release |
The bars rip ya face off, spit bars, spit shine ya skull |
'Til every rhyme you memorize is gone |
Battle you for the respect in a battle to the death |
Dial zero, call the operator ask for Bis |
411 ask for RIP |
555−1212, I rip the mic to shit |
Before the Federal Communication Commission started a new division |
With the intention to cripple our children |
Mentally deficient from television |
This radio programmer we listen to got to many elements missing |
Lyricism and wisdom got overshadowed by the singing and blinging |
Deceived by a system that’s media driven |
A made a vow that I would get them and bit them, then injected my venom |
And for that? |
I was never forgiven my nigga |
I let the rhythm hit them with a chemical algorithm |
Liable to kill them if I ever get with them I rip them |
The infinite monk, 'All Hail Can-I-Bus' |
Then wake up to this 'Pure Uncut' |
'How Many Emcees' do I have to bust? |
'I'm A Patriot' with 'No Airplay' but 'How Come' |
'My Block is Your Block', I throw it up with 'Doo Wop' |
I’m the «Enemy of the State"of Hip Hop |
'Indibisible', Indestructible, 'Canibustible' |
The 'Adversarial Theatre Justice' judging you |
Tired of you posers, I’m the rap superstar soldier on a poster |
'Captain Cold Crush' |
Tuck the heat before I brush the teeth |
The athlete at the track meet with rusty cleats |
Artillery like lawn mowers with four motors and four rotors |
Look like a mom with four strollers |
Counterstrike like 'Black Kobra' |
With gasoline in the Super Soaker, walk over, I’ll roast ya! |