Lyrical Noir - Canibus

Gimme some more slack on this rope

I run your boney-ass throat over in a zodiac boat

46 degrees north, 6 degrees east

The Large Hadron Collider gave birth to a beast that speaks

They quote my speech, vocal motifs over dope beats

All lyricists know me

That’s why the industry’s debunking my lyrics

With digital trunking equipment, they don’t want you to listen

The Ripper’s language won’t appeal to the masses

Because they look past it

Only the masters know the seal of the scarab

Some humans are born average based off environmental circumstances

You organic piece of shit, you substandard

But do not be embarrassed by your underdeveloped status

It’s up to you to find the right questions and ask it

Research leads to results, sometimes we find meaning after

Other times they’re just meaningless babblers

Don’t believe these rappers fake unbelievable bastards

Comet Elenin is coming straight at us, don’t believe NASA

Take matters into your own hands

Stop being slow and acting like hoes, get with the fucking program

Hip Hop is the greatest genre known to man

If we focus, the poetry is so advanced

We can overthrow any plan and control man

You got soul?

Let’s Jam!

Lyrical Law, I’m the Canibus Man

What’s the buying-minimum?

88 sales, program

And the number of stores, I don’t care no more

This is Lyrical Law Noir, hardcore raw

Metaphors for you and yours, you can’t say you wasn’t warned!

Thousands of bars, them dummies couldn’t stomach my bars

They rather conform, they throwing up their pompoms

You don’t wanna wrestle with Armstrong

We sever blood vessels tryna mess with the gods' poem

Damage any motherfucking beat that I rhyme on

Connect to the gods' thoughts, project your iPod, I grind hard

Intellectual hardboard, take it back to Hip Hop style wars

Grunting like a pack of wild boars

Power source Lyrical Law my bomb squad full force

Call ‘em off we got too much torque

Nitrous Oxide Bars pull a bull off course

Pitchfork to your neck just to prove I’m raw

Iron horse, smack DVD, battle rap boss

Slap you with the flat part of the sword, now you back for more

Passing yourself off like a rap star, but you support whack bars

That’s why rap is lost — fact!

You a Cool J crack whore

You snitch like police labradors tryna sniff out Sasquatch

Man up, no more lip-service and backwalls

Stand up!

I’ma break off your back paws, thor’s hammer crack jaws

Attack y’all, fracture your scull

Mountain man axe to your loins

Self-employed like Donald Goines

Cash cows on steroids

I don’t fall for deceptions or decoys

I’m a beast and I’m clairvoyant

Yo soy gon' tear the beat up, whether or not you appear on it

Double trouble dear promise

Fuck you and your comets

The chairman and Lyrical Law will be honored

The last man standing, after the internet is abandoned

James Cameron with a gamma ray cannon

The cops brainwashed Hip-hop

And they came from Saturn

They were the first alien race of rappers

They landed in North-Africa

Their teeth be gnashing

Their names look like acronyms

They released the kraken

They live in underground cabins

They sliver fast through the inner-earth labyrinth

They move in S-patterns though deep planet chasms

I chase ‘em and trap ‘em

Detailing the action

For try’na desecrate the Sabbath of the lyrical master, faggots

I laid them on top of each other like Abu Ghraib

They spacecraft look like the Eiffel tower in Paris

They pray for my downfall and orchestrated hip-hop's imbalance

They underestimated my talent

I hold the globe up like Atlas

They lied about Canibus — ask ‘em

I’m the world’s greatest motherfucking rapper!

They slandered my character through the public propaganda

They tell the people I’m Dr. Doppelganger

They ask me shit, did they know I’m not gon' answer?

Extinction level event, they can’t stop the disaster

Cocksucker stop the camera, cause you know that I’m a miserable bastard

I crack lens, break microchips and melt plastic

You Canibus?

— Who's asking?

That’s Captain Cold Crush to you maggot, You a lyrical has-been

Lyrical Law’s a classic, they can’t get past it

The beats, the rhymes, the features, every single facet

Lyrical Law’s a classic they can’t get past it

They beats, the rhymes, the features, every single facet

The microphone assassin 'bout to get at ‘em

The Dragon of Judah breathe fire 'til its last breath

Full battle-rapper in action lyrical metal jackets

Coming through, with several new attachments

Computers is crashing, hackers is laughing

Rapid eye movement, try to keep up with the captain

What’s happening?