The Messenger's Message - Canibus

Yeah, every man see him 'Sail to Byzantium'

For those that can’t see him, they lost man leave him

Transparent transceiver, no hand lever

On the hand receiver, the signal gets weaker

Sales of street polymer gels that form hardened shells that repel

Interrogative drills in the torture cell

Sounds like Hell, not exactly

Rap for me, this human’s cavity interacts with me

Blood, liver, and lungs, external viscera thugs

Cutting me up with glitter covered gloves

I ran out the building, ran to the building where I parked

Why my children not in the car?!

I am not unravelling, I am calm,

I’m staying at Bigelow Arkansas obeying the law, playing GRAW

They ask questions with Russian like aggression

From the on screen projector, what is your intention?

Moratorium?

I got four of them, meet me in the auditorium

I’m a show you how to talk to them

Right handed MC, used to be lefty

When direction don’t effect me, my spotter corrects me

Open the eyelid, check behind him like crazy Ivan

On the coastliner, Psilocybin, crazy rhyming

With third Density binding, galactic plane timing

The Pleistocene is rising, I cannot describe it

Lavatory tidy and quaint, brand new paint

Laboratory, huge, sprawling, brand new warheads

Space grunts line up face front

Base jump into the waste dump, complete Phase 1!

Bone shards scattered all over the boneyard

We low crawl paying no attention to our nose at all

I see the beast pupil size increase

Seen it grab somebody off the street, bite and release

I decrease my silhouette, try to lay flat

Zero in where the chest and the neck intersect

Take a breath than hold it, but only for a moment

Stay focused or your first one’ll be your last soldier

Woke up in the Infirmary, here’s your papers

Thank us for your service, young man, see you later

Cardboard papers signs

«I will eat rhymes three times a day if you could only spare me a dime»

Real Hip Hop spitting, that’s how I’m living

I mount my weapon like I mount my women

Intercept correct beats, sleep search collect and keep

If I like it let’s meet next week

The mind of a weirdo, it’s not really clear where he goes

Nobody here really knows…

Everybody wanna ask questions, don’t pay attention to the messenger

Listen to the message!