Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Retarded, artist - Canibus. Album song Can-i-bus, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Get Retarded |
I-I-I, want, to. |
G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded |
G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded |
Get re-Get re-Get retarded |
G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded |
I, want, to. |
G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded |
Yo -- niggaz is phony frontin like they Master of Ceremonies |
None of you suckers are even remotely close to me To be nice I sacrifice things like no sleep |
I keep a library of lyrics on microfiche |
Creating concepts so deep, niggaz quote me They rewind and interpret my rhymes to they homies |
I did things beyond your flows, eons ago |
It’s inevitable in ninety-eight I’ma blow |
Ever since eighty-four, I’ve been in it to win it But see back then we used to battle by spinnin on the ce-ment |
You can’t even absorb the rhymes I record |
or resolve the deep laws of the physics involved |
I travel to the end of the universe and beyond |
Parsecs, out of range from a cellular StarTec |
From the galaxy of Andromeda; |
I puzzle niggaz |
like crop circles and other unexplained phenomena |
Chorus: Canibus |
Aiyyo, nine out of ten of these rap artists is garbage |
G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded |
You spineless, rhymeless, niggaz is heartless |
Get re-Get re-Get retarded |
Aiyyo, I came to see that hip-hop is never tarnished |
G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded |
So I |
I, want, to. |
G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded |
Aiyyo, all I really want is you niggaz to stop bitin |
All I really want is you niggaz to start writin |
All I really want is you niggaz to be original |
and start spittin some lyrical shit that I can listen to You haven’t written the perfect rhyme yet |
You don’t even know the sequences to the Human Genome Project |
You haven’t come to terms with your God yet |
And you refuse to believe in Unidentified Flyin Objects |
When I bomb shit, I get retarded; |
probably more than you bargained |
I’m talkin about rippin mic off your arm shit |
Hype shit, blow up a mic shit, you might get |
beat the fuck up in broad daylight with a nighstick |
To the British, I’m Ghandi |
To the Japanese I’m an American pilot flyin over Nagasaki |
To the AIDS patient I’m your last antibody |
Sittin and waitin for a cure from modern biology |
Yo I be lookin directly into the human eye to see if you pussy |
And completely ruin your ability to lie to me |
I pull a nine on a bully, cock back the cannon |
God damnit, I don’t think you fully understand it Ask nine out of ten niggaz on the planet |
who the best is, the question’ll go unanswered |
til I step up, to the front line with rhymes |
Revin my engines like they were powered by Lemans |
Murderin niggaz with lyrics manufactured within |
my DNA’s double-helix, I leave you in troubled spirits |
I’m absolutely the purest, breed of MC |
from the United States of America to Europe I deserve it However you wanna word it, I’m perfect |
Touch my microphone on accident and get murdered on purpose |
Motherfucker! |
I, want, to. |
G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded |
G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded |
Get re-Get re-Get retarded |
G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded |
G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded |