| Gimme some more slack on this rope
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| I run your boney-ass throat over in a zodiac boat
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| 46 degrees north, 6 degrees east
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| The Large Hadron Collider gave birth to a beast that speaks
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| They quote my speech, vocal motifs over dope beats
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| All lyricists know me
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| That’s why the industry’s debunking my lyrics
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| With digital trunking equipment, they don’t want you to listen
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| The Ripper’s language won’t appeal to the masses
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| Because they look past it
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| Only the masters know the seal of the scarab
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| Some humans are born average based off environmental circumstances
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| You organic piece of shit, you substandard
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| But do not be embarrassed by your underdeveloped status
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| It’s up to you to find the right questions and ask it
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| Research leads to results, sometimes we find meaning after
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| Other times they’re just meaningless babblers
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| Don’t believe these rappers fake unbelievable bastards
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| Comet Elenin is coming straight at us, don’t believe NASA
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| Take matters into your own hands
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| Stop being slow and acting like hoes, get with the fucking program
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| Hip Hop is the greatest genre known to man
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| If we focus, the poetry is so advanced
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| We can overthrow any plan and control man
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| You got soul? |
| Let’s Jam! |
| Lyrical Law, I’m the Canibus Man
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| What’s the buying-minimum? |
| 88 sales, program
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| And the number of stores, I don’t care no more
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| This is Lyrical Law Noir, hardcore raw
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| Metaphors for you and yours, you can’t say you wasn’t warned!
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| Thousands of bars, them dummies couldn’t stomach my bars
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| They rather conform, they throwing up their pompoms
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| You don’t wanna wrestle with Armstrong
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| We sever blood vessels tryna mess with the gods' poem
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| Damage any motherfucking beat that I rhyme on
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| Connect to the gods' thoughts, project your iPod, I grind hard
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| Intellectual hardboard, take it back to Hip Hop style wars
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| Grunting like a pack of wild boars
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| Power source Lyrical Law my bomb squad full force
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| Call ‘em off we got too much torque
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| Nitrous Oxide Bars pull a bull off course
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| Pitchfork to your neck just to prove I’m raw
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| Iron horse, smack DVD, battle rap boss
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| Slap you with the flat part of the sword, now you back for more
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| Passing yourself off like a rap star, but you support whack bars
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| That’s why rap is lost — fact!
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| You a Cool J crack whore
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| You snitch like police labradors tryna sniff out Sasquatch
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| Man up, no more lip-service and backwalls
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| Stand up! |
| I’ma break off your back paws, thor’s hammer crack jaws
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| Attack y’all, fracture your scull
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| Mountain man axe to your loins
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| Self-employed like Donald Goines
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| Cash cows on steroids
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| I don’t fall for deceptions or decoys
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| I’m a beast and I’m clairvoyant
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| Yo soy gon' tear the beat up, whether or not you appear on it
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| Double trouble dear promise
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| Fuck you and your comets
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| The chairman and Lyrical Law will be honored
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| The last man standing, after the internet is abandoned
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| James Cameron with a gamma ray cannon
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| The cops brainwashed Hip-hop
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| And they came from Saturn
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| They were the first alien race of rappers
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| They landed in North-Africa
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| Their teeth be gnashing
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| Their names look like acronyms
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| They released the kraken
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| They live in underground cabins
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| They sliver fast through the inner-earth labyrinth
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| They move in S-patterns though deep planet chasms
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| I chase ‘em and trap ‘em
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| Detailing the action
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| For try’na desecrate the Sabbath of the lyrical master, faggots
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| I laid them on top of each other like Abu Ghraib
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| They spacecraft look like the Eiffel tower in Paris
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| They pray for my downfall and orchestrated hip-hop's imbalance
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| They underestimated my talent
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| I hold the globe up like Atlas
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| They lied about Canibus — ask ‘em
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| I’m the world’s greatest motherfucking rapper!
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| They slandered my character through the public propaganda
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| They tell the people I’m Dr. Doppelganger
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| They ask me shit, did they know I’m not gon' answer?
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| Extinction level event, they can’t stop the disaster
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| Cocksucker stop the camera, cause you know that I’m a miserable bastard
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| I crack lens, break microchips and melt plastic
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| You Canibus? |
| — Who's asking?
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| That’s Captain Cold Crush to you maggot, You a lyrical has-been
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| Lyrical Law’s a classic, they can’t get past it
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| The beats, the rhymes, the features, every single facet
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| Lyrical Law’s a classic they can’t get past it
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| They beats, the rhymes, the features, every single facet
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| The microphone assassin 'bout to get at ‘em
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| The Dragon of Judah breathe fire 'til its last breath
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| Full battle-rapper in action lyrical metal jackets
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| Coming through, with several new attachments
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| Computers is crashing, hackers is laughing
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| Rapid eye movement, try to keep up with the captain
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| What’s happening? |