| Yo, Houston to Earth
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| Watch the ripper crucify you with verse
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| My urethra to ya uvula, quenches your thirst
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| Put your flames out with dry desert dirt where leopards lurk
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| Lock your soul down with an esoteric weapon search
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| Strap a bomb to one of your labels record clerks
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| And activate it as soon as they get to work
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| Ring the alarm, red alert, nigga it gets worse
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| Bypass security networks with select words
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| Megahertz make nebulas reverse till your head burst
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| Call the press first and ask them who got the best verse
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| Give me the respect I deserve
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| If you are what you eat, it’s obvious I can’t eat what I’m worth
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| Yall niggas eat pussy and burp
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| The other half of yall suck dick till your jaws and ya neck hurt
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| When you address me nigga end your sentence with sir
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| Critics went beszerk they aint even heard my best work
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| See I broke into the mind by Quietly goin by their eardrum walls and hotwired they skulls
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| Yeah I earned the name Canibus, but what did it cost?
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| Battle rappers nothing but a serendipitous whore
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| Niggas probably like, what da fuck he dissin him for?
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| Yeah he dissed me first but you was never informed
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| I’m one of the top five nigga, my shit is tight nigga
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| you heard it right nigga, I rock mics nigga
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| But the limelight isn’t where I belong
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| The top four don’t even look in the mirror no more
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| If they did I’d be in the mirror looking back at em, ready to grab them
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| Kidnap them, and put them on my album
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| I rip jackers, Rip the time space fabric
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| Loop the future with the past tense looking for patterns
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| Eradicate Africans that sold Africans to Saxons
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| and forced black men to pay taxes
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| Attack a wack bitch with counter tactics
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| Split your bullet proof chases in half with a rapid gatling
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| Keep firing at cha till you trapped in Now come back and scramble for helicopter extractions
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| While I’m back and forth back braggin
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| How I tortured them faggots and stabbed them with rip the jacker daggers
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| Slay dragons with old passages from black magic manuscripts
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| I found in the cabinet written in Arabic
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| Translate to characters one by one, like Arafat tarot cards suggest
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| I make terrorist threats through your stereo sets
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| Various anthrax carriers sendin serin to the press
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| At an imaginary address, Cani’s the best
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| Untraceable, your pictures unpaintable, canvas thats wet
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| Let me dry you of wit some of this fire I spit
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| 26 years old nigga look how I spit
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| A microphone fiend since I was like fourteen
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| My Cuban uncle used to sell cocaine, OK?
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| I’m reloaded, you fuckin wit the wrong emcee
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| Crudes felt your cold disease to the whole industry
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| Potent as Hennessey that was distilled in Tennessee
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| One shot scrambles your memory indefinitely
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| Nowadays a hundred bars aint impressive to me You stepping to me nigga do it intelligently
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| You wanna battle or you wanna fuckin wrestle wit me You aint better than me, you just got an obsession wit me Canibus hybrid, the cake icing of rhyminingness
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| As I grow older I get colder like the declining
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| Climate of earth’s environment, I’m entirely tireless
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| Rhymes come from my higherness of wireless dialect
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| Scientist on cyber speed design my specs
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| Astral project, therein height in secs, chakras connect
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| Doctors inspect what they can’t possibly interpret yet
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| That’s why they revert to threats
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| They curse and throw fits
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| They like immature earth cadets, looking like Captain Kirk in a dress
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| Lyrically I step on you, rip on you, then I defecate what I just digested on you
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| I’m better than you, I’m better than you, I’m better than you
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| Just to get the checkered flag I’ll put the pressure on you
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| Put the extra effort on you
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| Write a motha fuckin letter to you and your editors too, threatin you
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| Detective check your mail and your messenger to You can take this verbal slashin that I left as a clue
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| Execute the type of wickedness the devil approves
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| Which basically means I can do whatever witchu
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| I’m a rap music mutant, wit a cool name
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| Misconstrue fame but I spit butane
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| Blue flames out giant CO2 tanks
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| Demagnetize memory banks, enhanced, advanced
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| One of a kind like modern man’s retina scan
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| Quick as a glance and flickers from kerosene lamps
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| What you want me to break first your jaw or your grill?
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| What type of spit you want from me sparkling or steel
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| Study law, yield draw up my own deals
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| So the longer they resist me the stronger I feel
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| Spread the ganglia from Tanzania to the flats of East Anglia
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| Give up, you cant keep up The man eater in a wife beater
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| Spreadin Typhoid Fever through mic receivers with light reverb
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| Type in the right keywords, I might emerge
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| Takes a really nice nigga to excite these nerds
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| Niggas wanna see the gully in me, keep fuckin with me Never under pressure, I keep the pressure under me Bun? |
| Or weed, drop a freestyle on the internet then watch niggas burn the CD
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| Upload a picture of your mug getting DP’d
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| I’m one size away from 13, believe it she p’d
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| I’m the illest and its gonna be that way for eva
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| Word of mouth is good but a mouth of words is betta nigga
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| No body gets sicker than the ripper!!! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Poet Laureate , by - Canibus. Song from the album Miclub - The Curriculum, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп