Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lyrical Noir , by - Canibus. Song from the album Lyrical Law - Disc 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 01.08.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lyrical Noir |
| Gimme some more slack on this rope |
| I run your boney-ass throat over in a zodiac boat |
| 46 degrees north, 6 degrees east |
| The Large Hadron Collider gave birth to a beast that speaks |
| They quote my speech, vocal motifs over dope beats |
| All lyricists know me |
| That’s why the industry’s debunking my lyrics |
| With digital trunking equipment, they don’t want you to listen |
| The Ripper’s language won’t appeal to the masses |
| Because they look past it |
| Only the masters know the seal of the scarab |
| Some humans are born average based off environmental circumstances |
| You organic piece of shit, you substandard |
| But do not be embarrassed by your underdeveloped status |
| It’s up to you to find the right questions and ask it |
| Research leads to results, sometimes we find meaning after |
| Other times they’re just meaningless babblers |
| Don’t believe these rappers fake unbelievable bastards |
| Comet Elenin is coming straight at us, don’t believe NASA |
| Take matters into your own hands |
| Stop being slow and acting like hoes, get with the fucking program |
| Hip Hop is the greatest genre known to man |
| If we focus, the poetry is so advanced |
| We can overthrow any plan and control man |
| You got soul? |
| Let’s Jam! |
| Lyrical Law, I’m the Canibus Man |
| What’s the buying-minimum? |
| 88 sales, program |
| And the number of stores, I don’t care no more |
| This is Lyrical Law Noir, hardcore raw |
| Metaphors for you and yours, you can’t say you wasn’t warned! |
| Thousands of bars, them dummies couldn’t stomach my bars |
| They rather conform, they throwing up their pompoms |
| You don’t wanna wrestle with Armstrong |
| We sever blood vessels tryna mess with the gods' poem |
| Damage any motherfucking beat that I rhyme on |
| Connect to the gods' thoughts, project your iPod, I grind hard |
| Intellectual hardboard, take it back to Hip Hop style wars |
| Grunting like a pack of wild boars |
| Power source Lyrical Law my bomb squad full force |
| Call ‘em off we got too much torque |
| Nitrous Oxide Bars pull a bull off course |
| Pitchfork to your neck just to prove I’m raw |
| Iron horse, smack DVD, battle rap boss |
| Slap you with the flat part of the sword, now you back for more |
| Passing yourself off like a rap star, but you support whack bars |
| That’s why rap is lost — fact! |
| You a Cool J crack whore |
| You snitch like police labradors tryna sniff out Sasquatch |
| Man up, no more lip-service and backwalls |
| Stand up! |
| I’ma break off your back paws, thor’s hammer crack jaws |
| Attack y’all, fracture your scull |
| Mountain man axe to your loins |
| Self-employed like Donald Goines |
| Cash cows on steroids |
| I don’t fall for deceptions or decoys |
| I’m a beast and I’m clairvoyant |
| Yo soy gon' tear the beat up, whether or not you appear on it |
| Double trouble dear promise |
| Fuck you and your comets |
| The chairman and Lyrical Law will be honored |
| The last man standing, after the internet is abandoned |
| James Cameron with a gamma ray cannon |
| The cops brainwashed Hip-hop |
| And they came from Saturn |
| They were the first alien race of rappers |
| They landed in North-Africa |
| Their teeth be gnashing |
| Their names look like acronyms |
| They released the kraken |
| They live in underground cabins |
| They sliver fast through the inner-earth labyrinth |
| They move in S-patterns though deep planet chasms |
| I chase ‘em and trap ‘em |
| Detailing the action |
| For try’na desecrate the Sabbath of the lyrical master, faggots |
| I laid them on top of each other like Abu Ghraib |
| They spacecraft look like the Eiffel tower in Paris |
| They pray for my downfall and orchestrated hip-hop's imbalance |
| They underestimated my talent |
| I hold the globe up like Atlas |
| They lied about Canibus — ask ‘em |
| I’m the world’s greatest motherfucking rapper! |
| They slandered my character through the public propaganda |
| They tell the people I’m Dr. Doppelganger |
| They ask me shit, did they know I’m not gon' answer? |
| Extinction level event, they can’t stop the disaster |
| Cocksucker stop the camera, cause you know that I’m a miserable bastard |
| I crack lens, break microchips and melt plastic |
| You Canibus? |
| — Who's asking? |
| That’s Captain Cold Crush to you maggot, You a lyrical has-been |
| Lyrical Law’s a classic, they can’t get past it |
| The beats, the rhymes, the features, every single facet |
| Lyrical Law’s a classic they can’t get past it |
| They beats, the rhymes, the features, every single facet |
| The microphone assassin 'bout to get at ‘em |
| The Dragon of Judah breathe fire 'til its last breath |
| Full battle-rapper in action lyrical metal jackets |
| Coming through, with several new attachments |
| Computers is crashing, hackers is laughing |
| Rapid eye movement, try to keep up with the captain |
| What’s happening? |