Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Art of Yo , by - Canibus. Song from the album Lyrical Law - Disc 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 01.08.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Art of Yo |
| Bastard style with no father tryna claim the kid |
| I called it X cos I ain’t even tryna name the shit |
| Sundullah, see me on the stage with Rip |
| Nitrogen lungs yo my tongue mix propane with spit |
| And I’m nice, the voice of Christ resurrected through mics |
| Son of God, Son of Man, helping some of y’all will overstand |
| Crash the Vatican as soon as I land |
| I’m 'bout to set it on man in the gulf of Adan |
| I stand in the Garden of Eden, unbeaten, undefeated |
| I Tweeted pictures of Eve, tonguing Jesus |
| Scientology guides put my rhymes on photography slides |
| To quantify the higher knowledge applied |
| But I’m an uncaged animal channeling Hannibal |
| A cannibal bite your head off and hand it to you |
| SpitBoss, centrifugal force different from yours |
| Sun is Born, this is Lyrical Law, Yo!!! |
| I’ve never been a friendly author, don’t need a gangster beat to make me off ya |
| I’ll slaughter ya while playing Cyndi Lauper |
| Better than y’all, give me one competitive brawl |
| I throw a hundred miles an hour with a medicine ball |
| I melt your fortress down to caramel softness |
| Drive a charger through ya torso, parallel parking |
| That cosmic ray beam effect, I Hiroshima wreck |
| Rap disaster so tragic they gave his ass a FEMA check |
| Cadence is radiant, I predated Arcadians |
| I stayed with the brigade of alien ecto sapiens |
| Hit your through the atrium of heavenly light |
| Once I smite you, like a left arm you’ll never be right |
| I’ve used every word possible to let you know what I can do |
| So I made something new, I’ll collipherously clobber you |
| You ain’t legitimate, you posing like a model |
| Dude I’ll throttle you, liquidate and sixteen ounce bottle you |
| I’m tryna figure out, who this nigga barking at |
| Before his heart gets snatched, run up on him in a stocking cap |
| Keep barking like you hard, get stalked and clapped |
| Come in the cage you get stomped on the mat |
| Carve your name in the axe, then chop you in the back |
| Hack off your femur bones, beat you with them like bats |
| Put your remains in some saran wrap, dump them in an alcohol vat |
| You can rap but you ain’t all that |
| Step inside, close the door, fuck you yawning for? |
| Kick your head off, now it’s rolling on the floor like a bowling ball |
| Open the door, clean this fucking mess off my wall |
| And don’t ever mention his name no more |
| You dig, you follow me nigga, I follow you quicker |
| You got a weak ticker, told you not to fuck with the Ripper |
| Have you showing your true colours, drinking blood from ya liver |
| You a dickrider and you an Indian giver |
| Waging war with some gorillas, I’ll bludgeon you by the river |
| The bar range is pissing he gon find you while you fishing |
| Fistula face, herpes simplex I’ll break |
| Alienated aliens get ate by alien apes |
| You food nigga, throw yourself over the gate |
| How does alien taste? |
| Like mammalian waste |
| You ain’t swift you’s a dumb fuck |
| I’ll have you breathing like your lungs got struck by two-hundred pound |
| nunchucks |
| Brave motherfuckers get slayed for Hip Hop if you love it |
| Like Kill Bill between a hundred gay lovers |
| I’m the illest nigga say something… |
| Yeah I thought so, shut the fuck up things will go back to normal |
| I ain’t happy tho, now I’m in battle mode |
| The president of Hip Hop with mad motherfuckers on the grassy knoll |
| I take it back to my Curriculum days |
| What you say? |
| I body you in meticulous ways |
| Cos you thought I was a donut, you tried to glaze |
| Let me tell you something, don’t pop shit fistula face |
| Battle league nigga, talking shit’s for amateurs nigga |
| Goddammit, y’all living off fantasies nigga |
| You wanna battle that bad, aight go get your camera |
| When it’s my turn, I got a four and a half pound answer |
| When I was young, I took down hard targets |
| You a sausage nigga, for coming at me like a novice |
| You never heard 'Fraternity of the Impoverished'? |
| Motherfucker, can’t you see that I’m an artist |
| I don’t want them childish problems |
| Lyrical manslaughter charges interfere with my Lyrical Law process |
| Out rap me, that’s preposterous, metaphor marksman mudswamping |
| We hunt down Hip Hop monsters |
| Skin 'em alive tie their carcass to the bottom of my Polaris |
| And drive them all the way to Wisconsin |
| Partner, fuck around, throw your ass under the bus face down |
| Lay down, we gonna wait for this greyhound |
| The fuck you gonna say now? |
| Do me a favour, stop weighing me down |
| Fucking clown, Lyrical Law is too muscle bound |
| Houdini style nigga, just struggle and drown |
| Get it over with you can never fuck with my style |
| You got raped nigga, you bleeding, don’t touch my towel |
| You can spit them wack juice punchline lines all you want |
| But don’t front, bottom line, I’m a champ, you a chump |
| You can spit your stupid punchlines all you want |
| But after this the whole world gonna see who won |
| That’s what you wanted right, get the fuck off my mic |