Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Poet Laureate, artist - Canibus. Album song Miclub - The Curriculum, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.11.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Poet Laureate |
Yo, Houston to Earth |
Watch the ripper crucify you with verse |
My urethra to ya uvula, quenches your thirst |
Put your flames out with dry desert dirt where leopards lurk |
Lock your soul down with an esoteric weapon search |
Strap a bomb to one of your labels record clerks |
And activate it as soon as they get to work |
Ring the alarm, red alert, nigga it gets worse |
Bypass security networks with select words |
Megahertz make nebulas reverse till your head burst |
Call the press first and ask them who got the best verse |
Give me the respect I deserve |
If you are what you eat, it’s obvious I can’t eat what I’m worth |
Yall niggas eat pussy and burp |
The other half of yall suck dick till your jaws and ya neck hurt |
When you address me nigga end your sentence with sir |
Critics went beszerk they aint even heard my best work |
See I broke into the mind by Quietly goin by their eardrum walls and hotwired they skulls |
Yeah I earned the name Canibus, but what did it cost? |
Battle rappers nothing but a serendipitous whore |
Niggas probably like, what da fuck he dissin him for? |
Yeah he dissed me first but you was never informed |
I’m one of the top five nigga, my shit is tight nigga |
you heard it right nigga, I rock mics nigga |
But the limelight isn’t where I belong |
The top four don’t even look in the mirror no more |
If they did I’d be in the mirror looking back at em, ready to grab them |
Kidnap them, and put them on my album |
I rip jackers, Rip the time space fabric |
Loop the future with the past tense looking for patterns |
Eradicate Africans that sold Africans to Saxons |
and forced black men to pay taxes |
Attack a wack bitch with counter tactics |
Split your bullet proof chases in half with a rapid gatling |
Keep firing at cha till you trapped in Now come back and scramble for helicopter extractions |
While I’m back and forth back braggin |
How I tortured them faggots and stabbed them with rip the jacker daggers |
Slay dragons with old passages from black magic manuscripts |
I found in the cabinet written in Arabic |
Translate to characters one by one, like Arafat tarot cards suggest |
I make terrorist threats through your stereo sets |
Various anthrax carriers sendin serin to the press |
At an imaginary address, Cani’s the best |
Untraceable, your pictures unpaintable, canvas thats wet |
Let me dry you of wit some of this fire I spit |
26 years old nigga look how I spit |
A microphone fiend since I was like fourteen |
My Cuban uncle used to sell cocaine, OK? |
I’m reloaded, you fuckin wit the wrong emcee |
Crudes felt your cold disease to the whole industry |
Potent as Hennessey that was distilled in Tennessee |
One shot scrambles your memory indefinitely |
Nowadays a hundred bars aint impressive to me You stepping to me nigga do it intelligently |
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 |
As I grow older I get colder like the declining |
Climate of earth’s environment, I’m entirely tireless |
Rhymes come from my higherness of wireless dialect |
Scientist on cyber speed design my specs |
Astral project, therein height in secs, chakras connect |
Doctors inspect what they can’t possibly interpret yet |
That’s why they revert to threats |
They curse and throw fits |
They like immature earth cadets, looking like Captain Kirk in a dress |
Lyrically I step on you, rip on you, then I defecate what I just digested on you |
I’m better than you, I’m better than you, I’m better than you |
Just to get the checkered flag I’ll put the pressure on you |
Put the extra effort on you |
Write a motha fuckin letter to you and your editors too, threatin you |
Detective check your mail and your messenger to You can take this verbal slashin that I left as a clue |
Execute the type of wickedness the devil approves |
Which basically means I can do whatever witchu |
I’m a rap music mutant, wit a cool name |
Misconstrue fame but I spit butane |
Blue flames out giant CO2 tanks |
Demagnetize memory banks, enhanced, advanced |
One of a kind like modern man’s retina scan |
Quick as a glance and flickers from kerosene lamps |
What you want me to break first your jaw or your grill? |
What type of spit you want from me sparkling or steel |
Study law, yield draw up my own deals |
So the longer they resist me the stronger I feel |
Spread the ganglia from Tanzania to the flats of East Anglia |
Give up, you cant keep up The man eater in a wife beater |
Spreadin Typhoid Fever through mic receivers with light reverb |
Type in the right keywords, I might emerge |
Takes a really nice nigga to excite these nerds |
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 |
Upload a picture of your mug getting DP’d |
I’m one size away from 13, believe it she p’d |
I’m the illest and its gonna be that way for eva |
Word of mouth is good but a mouth of words is betta nigga |
No body gets sicker than the ripper!!! |