Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song CPTN Cold Crush, artist - Canibus. Date of issue: 03.03.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
CPTN 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! |