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 [x4]
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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 being 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 [?], 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
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Salute
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Canibus |