The Goetia

[Intro: sample] Necronomicon And there is variation in the analogy of where these things have come from They were created by these giants They were created by watcher themselves They can manifest… [Hook: Canibus] ‘Nothing to Prove’, ‘Nothing to Lose’ Can-I-Bus busting in the booth Straight out the Goetia to eat you This is the fire breather ’Nothing to Prove’, ‘Nothing to Lose’ Can-I-Bus and Mic Club busting in the booth [Canibus] Microphone check one-two, you know what it is Can-I-Bus, still getting biz With mics, gas molecules emit light I bring delta T.C. squared to the fistfight First I developed offence Then negotiate disarmament from the other side of the fence Hence, the tetrahedron is a prison for a four headed demon I weaken, every time I see him Fight for my freedom, under the fig tree bleeding I create Hip Hop but don't need it I turn my back on rap like God turned his back on Eden To return like Cat Stevens For those who believe it, I live it, I breathe it I smash mics to pieces, that's the secret I cannot fail, I rock bells On the Ho Chi Minh trail to the song of the nightingale Any artist, can turn a garden into a desert But can he turn a desert into a garden? That's where I come in, running, straight gunning Ready to punish, nigga I don't budge one inch Fuck it, double the budget Niggas turned Hip Hop to something it wasn't Made it hard to love it So I come back to conquer with a monster mantra My spiritual father is Swami Vivekananda Rhymes promote freedom, stabilize the region Think for yourselves, it's just like breathing The departed Hip Hop artist regarding the condition of the carnage Dead farmers I already saw it Back to the army, back to Pathari, Tari Back to the heartbeat, offbeat on a dark street Comfy aggressive assistive training Hajji somewhere waiting, one minute remaining Satellites counter locating, the bloodbath begins bathing We both believe we're fighting Satan But we both got the same god, who accepts the same sacrifice Blood, tears, life Fine picks and trowels are real I was holding a weapon When I was overpowered, there was no album Thirty minute sessions cleaning weapons, asking myself questions About what happened last mission Radiation isolation, I'm an asshole but I'm patient for a nurse with nice shaped tits I'm a poet, my house is a palace A small cavernous passage darker than the Catacombs of Paris Chateau de Canibus, Saint Germaine sadomasochist I don't use chains to trap a bitch Don't get distracted, repeat your rap schematic Over and over until it's automatic My body is a machine, machines need fuel Two gastro-nasal tubes feed me smoothie food The recluse clearly produced The abstract schematic you can use over a freshly squeezed glass of pear juice Right side paralyzed above the waist Below the waist the left side paralyzed, this a unique case It's a challenge to rhyme great, lost weight Lost sense of smell and taste, wasting away paying attention to space Saying "wait!" open the gate, rusty screwers reverberate Through the deserted desolate space of this purgative place Grimoires of metaphor law make your skin crawl ’Nothing to Prove’, this is lyrical law