| The war drums sound like a hundred guns fired at once
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| For an entire month
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| Can-I-Bus? |
| You know you can (4x)
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| Involuntary muscle spasm assassin busts with a passion
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| Listen to how Canibus re-enact this
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| Poor rappers fall victim to the metaphor master
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| Drill your ass raw for ice core data
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| An earthquake machine beam powered by a crystal
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| Scalene in hydro, no pulse signal
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| Lyrically wave-theory like Timothy Leary
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| So you don’t have to understand me to hear me, you feel me?
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| Barely, the quickening happens in between
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| In the Elohim Lord Lizard King with the Ripper conditioning
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| Partitioning with the Fischer King eating chicken wings
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| My fingertips are glistening but I’m listening
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| Yeah, the master observes how rappers use vernacular
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| To fail to capture the meaning attached to the words
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| Hip-Hop melismas, career suicide
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| Killer Ripper spits to the sustained pitch mixed and chopped
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| To add a counter point, mix a master that drops
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| Complex and confusing, I’m laughing because it’s hot
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| The super duper uber music conductor producer from the future
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| Stuff tubas with gunpowders to improvise bazookas
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| Colder than killer cobras over Jehovah
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| Delta soldiers in blimp balloon gondolas with stealth motors
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| They watch over us, told me where to go
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| But I can only take both of us so you better soldier up
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| Size, activity, location, unit
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| Time and equipment: What you going to do with it?
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| Salute, that’s what they do when I rip it
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| I proved it, I did it, «D-R Period» was in the booth when I spit it
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| Bread and Butter, Nigga
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| Beyond Canibus motherfucker, broken Language the hustler
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| Starboard rudder, the Coast Guard Cutter
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| I’m the studio night-owl, stress give me white eyebrows
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| Who the fuck I got to fight with now?
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| Yeah, conspicuous characters creep through America
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| With a killer chemical in a canister called Canibus
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| Crazy as crystal communicate correct signal
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| They call it criminal, I call it lyrical
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| Call the Commissioner I’m going to crucify the Christian Caligula
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| Like they crucified M.C. |
| Christopher
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| I cast the Canibus symbol in the crowd
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| If there’s beef on the ground, I’m going to carve the cow
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| Now, smuggle contraband through the canal
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| I check my clip on my chamber, sharpshooter style
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| La Costa Nostra, deep like Deepak Chopra
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| I kick your door down in loafers
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| .45 in the holster, AK in the baby stroller
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| Babies with baking soda, my lady in the Rover
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| A midget with dreadlocks down to his toes
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| With flows I expose what nobody knows |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Salute , by - Canibus. Song from the album C Of Tranquility, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп