Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dyson's Fear of Spheres, artist - Canibus. Date of issue: 09.06.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dyson's Fear of Spheres |
| Step into the Grand SCIF Room |
| Please carefully describe what you see besides a crescent-lit moon |
| The Frescoe’s of Pompei depict modern day |
| Polyentendres peak like Dante |
| Speaking of Minister Mugabe’s calendar in Zimbabwe |
| The Earth’s first ancient underground enclave |
| Where the priesthood pontiffs |
| Burn white smoke to keep conscious |
| Convene in the square with the black mambas |
| And the tibetan mandalas, the plaque of palanka |
| Who is your sponsor? Ganja |
| Mahatmah Ghandhi in concert |
| Before the whole world was conquered by the antichrist I watched it |
| These problematic mystics, nescient narcissistic |
| Dim wit, still obsessed with the way that I spit shit |
| You sitting on the highway stuck |
| I get around the traffic in a high rail truck with a flywheel clutch |
| The rap music watch dog, Hip hop robot borg |
| I got JP beats on the boards |
| We rap music watch dogs, hip hop robot borgs |
| JP headphones got cobalt chords |
| Special agent Alexander has bad manners |
| He gerrymanders cancer communities speaking bad spanish |
| And since it’s now legal task force going wild weasel |
| They confiscate drugs from the people |
| Evolved from clips and chrome to bone age cone head clones |
| With nano ohms operated headphones |
| Back in the day I used to order chicken parmesean |
| At the Mondrian and have a sunset seance |
| She put a nice neglige on |
| A soft mink bed spread, we could both lay on and just talk |
| She flirting, combing thru her hair with her own fingers |
| I wouldn’t expect her to know those lyrics |
| She can’t wait to get the album |
| It downloaded 500 thousand |
| She says I’m the king of crap mountain |
| For me to sell out, that means somebody gotta' buy in |
| Nobody bit the bait Bis, try again |
| Confirm life is real, the wound is too deep to heal |
| A man like that does not want to feel |
| They say I’m too old to rap, 6 minute mile laps |
| I’ll stop when I’m too old to do that |
| I work for 3 shifts of 8, then I’m out the gate |
| I post haste forth with before I walk away |
| I been worlds leading rap manufacturer for quite some while |
| Don’t even trip when they bite my style |
| I want the whole world to upgrade |
| Humankind struggles to this day |
| Many survived the double digit age |
| But mortality rate everywhere is not the same |
| Promote life after life, like St. Germaine |
| Rhymes, reason, signs times and seasons |
| The lastest is in line with unprecedented achievements |
| We all know what these was, bees worthy bees get buzzed |
| My superbug is immune to drums |
| Watch him howl at the moon |
| The son of a bitch, half baboon |
| He got a warp around serpent tattoo |
| He sent floods, radiation to posion our blood |
| He deceived the whole world to destroy our love |
| He has no color, he doesn’t see the other as his brother |
| Even though he knows we need each other |
| He’s a animal that walks upright |
| With a fucked up love life, can’t even get a hug for the night |
| If you see me with my teeth fixed, that means i’m rich |
| If your teeth is fucked up it’s cause you sucked my dick |
| Talk to the Comm cheif, he asked what’s the status |
| We gotta' survey the fire lit caverns on Saturn |
| When we landed in a damaged flight cabin |
| I got out and saw a hexagonal pattern |
| Walked over and grabbed it |
| The co-pilot was dead holding a picture of his kids |
| It would be insensitive to say he wasn’t meant to live |
| I walked 40 clicks the from the edge of the A Ring |
| Crossed over the Encke divison, Molybdenum bridge |
| The creature I saw was a cross between a pig with the face of a squid |
| And fine hairs like an Arachnid |
| It said «if you gonna stand there and stare |
| You might aswell walk over here and yank my beard if you ain’t scared» |
| I’ve seen enough I gotta' get back to where to I live |
| From that place of abundance called a Dysons sphere |
| I moved to the U. S at 2 years old |
| I payed taxes here so long, this is where I call home |
| The specter metrics edit’s is exeptionally impressive |
| Syndromatic tornado tourettes, but what’s that? |
| Show mercy upon my soul, through proper governance and goodwill |
| I am your obedient servant still |
| We are consumed by war, slave class martial law |
| Blood red like the plateau on Mars |
| «I will live, love, l earn, try not to burn |
| For one day soon, the golden ones shall return» |
| If we discern and work hard to earn, get what we deserve |
| The golden ones return is our turn |
| Freedom of press means you get too nosey |
| Get sentenced to death, cause those were senseless steps |
| Let the rooster take care of his Biz, let the hens lay eggs |
| Let the hard working people working make bread |
| Cause we don’t want much, we want what we want |
| You act like we had a choice, like you didn’t set us up |
| If you can’t stand the sound of ya families moans |
| Then you need to get over there and bandage those bones |
| Squeaky wheels get oil, silent frogs sit there and boil |
| All refrigerated items might spoil |
| Any knowledge is not good knowledge |
| Unless you gain enough knowledge to emerge from the darkness where it started |
| Till the light sparketh — manifested itself and departed |
| Never to return but still yet a part of it |
| Do you comprehend that? Say that last part again |
| I was busy watching football again |
| The power cut off again on again off again |
| It’s the end of the world but let’s all pretend |
| It was just an awful dream |
| Can’t even express what I mean |
| Cause I don’t even know what I seen |