Brainwash Reversal

[Verse 2. Canibus] The Universe is eternal, I am not But if the Universe is Hip Hop, I am God The block's still hot, your rhymes is not I got niggas doing pull ups, bitches doing squats The hours I spent tapping in the power of Zen Go back and listen to my albums again No matter what they won't allow me to win It's a motherfucking conspiracy against my bloodline and my kin Every time I rhyme I win I got old, now I'm out of wind, I had to stop smoking broccoli again I'm a fool and I got no friends But this goes back to the hours I spent practicing Zen I don't look back on my actions and sins I take it back to where it begins and just start rapping again Until the laws of quantum becomes common like eating Raman Noodles with shamans and breaking bread with witch doctors Quick processes slip consciousness, you not impressed Don't ever let me hear you listening to such nonsense 'Cos he is not the best and neither is anybody I met I talk to vets with a modest respect I'm a star spangle 850 pound Bengal Albino teen idol episode got canceled Canibus, what the fuck happened? How should I know? I was too busy making that Magik For the above average Hip Hop addict Master machine is mechanic, built to panic, roam deep in the planet In 1998, Canibus changed the Hip Hop landscape All battle rap became fake Because I was not embraced, even when I switched up the pace How many mistakes can they make? As you were, I am the lamb who will eat the hearts of man The organs sizzle with grease in the pan The lights dim, I grin, plug the mic in (Shhh) (There He Is) (Canibus) (It's HIM) I don't do interviews, I do interludes Sometimes I spit a rhyme for the inner city schools I talked about the fiftieth power to fifty dudes Franklin food for thought, I'm the 'Man on the Moon' But I'm going through the Hip Hop blues 'Cos every time I turn around there's negative Hip Hop news I got a super group crew too We got our own world organization like U2 do The bars are for you Fear of a black planet, you panic, you crash landed You stranded, Canibus on the back of a woolly mammoth Melantonin Magik mechanics, ten thousand commandments Metaphors in the form of curiform and Sanskrit Click ya heels kid, you ain't from Kansas You talk a lot of shit, and we want some answers Oh you are from Kansas, I'll spank your antlers Like Marilyn Manson in a band with Hanson Going camping with Jack-o'-lantern, rap flow phantom The handsome ghost of Wacko Jacko dancing Hands rip 'til pants split I throw a acrobatic bitch up in the air, she land on my dick Brainwash brain training, thought form aiming Hardcore gaming, my ears are failing, the sound is fading A lot of back and forth pacing, it's rap's border like horse racing With horses with more legs then normal crustaceans In God you trust, good luck God is just another version of Satan, same organization I brainwash, sandblasting skulls when I sprayed them Chopp Devize and Architect is on the A list Niggas don't say shit, victory close I can taste it This is advanced Hip Hop training