Even the Odds - Canibus, Canibus feat. Thanos Beats, Thirstin Howl The 3rd

The odds are the dark star’s not very far off

Toxicology report said he had an elephant heart

I’m like a Gollum with greasy hair

And a creepy stare born on a leap year

Meet me there, let me see if you care

Crawl from the ocean onto the land

Complete the plan, deeply tanned

Face, feet and hand covered with beach sand

Feed off freshwater seaweed

Mini stools looked like bb’s

Stood on a throne of wreathed sea leaves

Neti pot, clean flush, nasal confetti snot

Just because I let her sit on my face, maybe not

Exercise alone eating cold stone ice cream cones

Measuring Yellowstone with temperature probes

Grass dont grow, wack-o-mole, facial expression wax bold

Gamma radiation from black holes attack souls

Drone pilots report they was attacked by giants

I say every survivalist is Darwinism Compliant

Bruce Lee, brother Noon Sea on a Chinese junk

We could use the island over there where these beats came from

I’m a dark radiant super-sapian grafted onto an alien

Who cloned himself to listen to Germaine again

Canibus Atticus Finch suspense thriller about to go to print

In bold ink, you cold-blooded old bitch

Canibus, Thanos, my nigga Thirst the Howl that came over to armwrestle on a

three-legged table

Make America Mexican!

My A-team like Gregory Peck and em

Mr. T bodyguard the President

Murdoch is Marduk, top gun like Tom Cruise

Making a bomb run on Kim-Jong Un!

This is real life, fool it ain’t no cartoon

Get a clue, hot barbeques and ice cold brews

Nothing new under the sun, but what if we got two?

Full Spectrum Dominance bro, coming soon

The odds are they fear the perfect (?) energy

Move with the energy, they in the lead

But I stay grounded like a centipede

The teeth 2000, the housing, scanning all the hieroglyphs

Stuck in microchips, gas clocks kept him alive to flip

More flow than Poseidon, I do not?

Higher than a world of tyrants where they want your Gods silent

It’s Beelzebub!

Witness hell or bust, soon as he felt the scud

Destroying humanity like the time that God held the flood

The country’s fucked!

Trump is creating an Elmer Fudd

Bela Lugosi celebrating over the smell of blood

Wise like the cyborg with global red eyeballs

Fighting with my human side shining when the light’s off

War biochemical, airborne I will end you

Suffocate till you’re dead, tryna breathe through an inner tube

And everybody call it conspiracy gossping

But you will see when you start paying for oxygen