Mic-Nificent

[Verse 1: Canibus] Yo, sittin on chrome, sittin on low pro 20 inch Firestones Grippin the road with the wickedest flow, Bis is a pro I zigzag through a slalom Accelerate and decelerate in and out the cones Poisonous poems travel through Walkman headphones Into your dome, Osteoperosis your bones Who's the nicest nigga you know in the year 2-triple-0? Spit turn to icicles in the mid air and slit your throat Drain your carcass dry rip out your heart bitch I write rhymes using your blood for my ink cartridges Paleoanthropologists polish the bones of rap artists After I dip in my hydrochloric waters Canibus, with the seams burstin, perfect Everyday the Earth spins I write verses My sole purpose as a verbalist is to make my words twist And connect em like letters when they're in cursive [Hook: repeat 4X] I prey on em, I spray on em First nigga to violate I regulate without warning [Verse 2: Canibus] I'm faster than leopards running across the vast desert At 22 yards per second to catch me the daily delicatessen With 30 minutes to eat 'em, 40 minutes to digest 'em And 50 minutes for it to pass through my intestines So ask yourself a question: Can the Canibus rhyme? Is a fuckin porcupine half swine? No time to make up your mind, you wanna run or die? Clip you while you running by, trip you up from behind My rhymes confuse niggas like somebody tryna gangbang Wearin a blue shirt and red pants Throwin up signs with their left hand, standin out on the corner at Wetlands with a confederate flag for a headband God damn eggplants, niggas gettin me vexed man Cause I'm surrounded by garbage like Fred Sanf And I can't seem to get away from it, I dreamt that I stabbed Leviathan through the stomach and ate from it In my past life I slayed hundreds, in the life before that I played trumpets to warn you that I was comin There's one billion ways to die and I already tried Nine-hundred million nine hundred and ninety nine When I aim and fire my rhymes like a hundred cannon balls flying Striking you one at a time in a parallel line While the art of emceeing is steadily dying That nigga Canibus is still in his prime, bust a rhyme [Hook] [Verse 3: Canibus] Club Dodge - I wrecked that, Limelight - cursed that Envy - I murdered that, Club SoHo -never heard of that Wetlands - dried it up, Cheetah's - inside the club fired up Looking for a chicken to tie it up Club New York - I heard it's hot there, beats be rocking there Too many niggas be getting stabbed and shot there Speed - I slowed it down, The Tunnel - they hold it down Home of the underground, why they always close it down Century Club - the hot shit, House of Blues - I rocked it 112 ATL - that's the Dirty South bomb shit Synagogue - yeah I be there, Caribbean City - roll deep there Lyricist Lounge - they be some real MCs there