[Intro: Sample: from "Dagon" by H. P. Lovecraft]
"I am writing under appreciable strain, since by tonight I shall be no more."

[Canibus]
Yo, my hands are dirty 'cause I shook yours, yeah//
You tried to curse me 'cause I took yours, but where?//
Somewhere, nowhere near, I walk where no man dares//
So the world can share one man's fear//
My cares are your cares, your tears are my tears//
When you talk to God I eavesdrop on your prayers//
I eavesdrop on your prayers//
The industry cannot stop my career//
Fuck your record sales, where your skills at?//
You've got a million fans but you're still wack//
I can't feel that, what they've been exposed to is not real rap//
Real rap is like chemical crack!//
I'm driven by my addiction to steal it and bring it back//
I prove it on every single track, I prove it on every single track//
This is real Hip Hop before it became Rap//
Do these magazines mention that? No!//
Does radio pay attention to that? No!//
Do they thank us for representing that? No!//
You think I'll let them get away with that!? No!//
They just use us, abuse us//
Stupid fucking reality shows do not amuse us//
But they don't give two fucks.....I said they don't give two fucks//
Now it's all up to you 'Bus//

[Intro: Canibus]
Yeah, the light of the world
Let me share something with you
One does not die that eternally thrives to free minds
That's how you know you're alive

[Canibus]
I was spiritual first, she cut my umbilical at the physical birth//
and welcomed me to miserable earth//
Why does it hurt? She laid me on my back in the dirt//
Covered my girth with a dirty shirt, what could be worse?//
She said, “God bless the dead but they got it easy//
The living get left behind but still cant live their life completely”//
Tough luck, right before I was about to give up//
I passed out, emotionally bankrupt//
In the dead vegetation it was dark brown red like menstruation//
I couldn't eat it despite the temptation//
I was hungry and impatient, my hands were shaking//
I stopped payment they botched my face lift operation//
Nip and tuck, living it up, “damn why you still spitting Bus?”//
”’Cause you don't listen to my lyrics enough” //
At night from a satellite's view, the city's the heart//
The red and white blood cells are the lights on cars//
From that distance, look down and observe my lyrics//
The atmosphere's an organism we apparently live in//
Since the beginning, the Law of 3, the Law of 7//
I don't question the principle or scale of heaven//
Law 1 through 48, Law 49 is the loophole that I used to escape//
Buy the album get a 50 dollar rebate before it's too late//
2012 is the bill due date, before that it's 2008//
I know you can't relate, just by the confused look on your face//
You can't wait, it won't be much longer now//
Solar activity is getting stronger now//
Al Gore, was person of the year, maybe more//
Maybe I should be for my 400 bar song//
Now I'm up against the wall drinking alcohol in Taj Mahal//
Without balance I am bound to fall//
The chemicals are colour-coded, I highly encourage you not to smoke it//
It makes you more curious, don't it?//
Master throttle, crash into your arch rival trying to out drive you//
Every millisecond is vital//
Repsol motorcycle psycho, breathe nitro//
Brain cells glow with a light dose, so?//
I can Tokyo Drift with no coke to sniff//
I shift from sixth to fifth and broke the shit//
The gearbox slipped, red Marlboro's for hot lips//
Order drinks, fire water type toxic shit//
Now I got you in the kill box bitch//
On six, five, four, three, I got this//
Two, one, zero, the shot hit//
The Unsung Hero on some Hip Hop shit//
And I dare you to tell me not to spit//
I evolved from clay to statue, from statue to flesh//
From flesh to dirt, from dirt to death//
Beyond that whatever life is left we gotta live it 'til the end//
Hip Hop is eternal, my friend//
We are the life//

[Sample]
"Cycles of time; it is ubiquitous it goes all over the place
It's ancient, it's one of the most ancient symbols there are
And this is an interpretation of what that actually means"

[Canibus]
This is never been done before with a rhyme outside the realm of time
It's the first of its kind
POET LAUREATE INFINITY!!!
I WILL FOREVER BE THE ILLEST LYRICALLY!!!

Nobody do it better, there ain't a truer Ripper
I did this separate imagine what we could do together
Inspired by GOD, inspired by the sufferin'
Was it done by a prophet? - it must of been
Who was it then? +Rip the Jacker+
Hot but cold blooded, many utter the name but very few love him
Other emcees be nervous or somethin'
Rhymes in abundance, Hip-Hop Justice
Rappers are captured and punished
The Polar Manitoba's melted by lava
A team of ER doctors climbed aboard the chopper
My skull is a submarine hull
I empty the ballast tanks I could smell the shit from the sea gulls
My mind dives deep beneath yours
Poseidon Trident Seahorse bubbles form I scream with extreme force
Marinari's Trench detour to Ultima Thule
Let me explain what my sonar saw
This is the greatest rhyme of all time supposedly
Through a term I'd like to call "Pulse Detonation Poetry"
Industrialists, civilians women and children directly
Military chiefs, aristocrats in buildings
Membership is based off your raw intelligence
400 screen video editing with hard evidence
Imagine being fined over a rhyme for steppin' over the line?
When I inspired Hova and Nas
Recite 33 3's 33 times
For 24 hours, 21 thousand Nautical miles
Don't be upset with Canibus yet, the kids just want respect
You been a success but what do he get?
Devine design, a miracle of Metallurgy
Every clergy member from Mecca who heard of me worshipped me
I got away nervously, talked about it purposefully
Next time I see it, it's gonna have a word with me
The Biological Chemical emergency
I purchase the beat; I resumed PsyOps on the enemy
Mix the blood so it don't coagulate
The sex magic won't work if the bitch masturbates
Nobody can hold me back, my flow bloviates into a spiritual shape
A capsule in Space, no emcee could rhyme like this, there's no challenge
His Poet Laureate should pontificates balance
Telencephalon olfactory lobes I had to practice
When a woman has her period I smell it on the mattress
Advanced Step In Innovative Mobility
Most emcees try to clone me lyrically
They can't battle me so they'd rather embarrass me
But I need a volunteer, do I have any?
The NASA contractor with a satchel of answers
I passed up the Nobel Peace Prize for my passion
Most of you will never understand what I mean
My dreams are broken into storyboard scenes
Kill you with green Lasers, evaporated weed vapour
Electromagnetic Scalar then somethin' they call a Maser
"That is not dead which can eternally lie
And with strange aeons even death may die"
The leaders lies got me reassigned, my loyalty was redefined
They will not be allowed to see the rhymes
In a town near Kadam and Kakrak Jalalabad
I pray in a hut constructed from Sago Palm
I'ma take you for a walk thru a beautiful place called Honey Swamp
We'll shoot hoops at Mosquito Lagoon Park
Emotion manifest Thought
Thought manifest Words Actions and Reality
That's how it has to be
The overseer of poetic antiquities
Victoria and Albert Museum kept them for me
Inject the gas into the centrifuge mass
The Teleological Dynamic will enhance
I remove the veil from in front of me
Suddenly, truly, there is too much to see
The Law of Attraction is attracted to me
The Laws of Poetry in action is practiced quite actively
My body did not melt beyond the Van Allen Belt
I was transformed into a spirit with no shell
I'm modifying the weather from behind a weather shield
Writing with a feathered quill, gettin' more ill
I hope I am not alone, that would be terrible
If I am celebrating and that'd be a miracle
At least for my interconnected introspective perspective
The more pretentious, the more apprehensive the sentence
Hip-Hop made me, Hip-Hop praise me
Ain't nothin' changed me since 1980
Involuntary catalepsy, BATTLE ME BABY!!!
1000 BARS NIGGA!!!, Zero Vector System
Brain waves reveal High Yield E&D Fields
Chew emcees like I'm eatin' a meal
Normal life is not real; we are just cogs in a wheel
We work, we hurt, we search, we feel
The microphonist that utilizes the study of Conics
Circular motion in both the Para and the hyperbolas
Mad Max beyond Thunderdome under Red Rock
It's no use if you can't use what you got
Do, Re, Mi, Fa, Sol, La, Si-Do
These are the tones that will activate your ohms
Who have lost their faith, who have lost their hope
Who have lost their point, who have lost their own
Are you food for the moon? The potion is you
Just in case you try to poison my food but I want you to
Rap music and those who listen to it don't owe me nothin'
I don't want nothin' from you, not even your judgement
I ride on a flatbed chariot, four Ostriches carry it
I control their movements with lariats
Polygraphs flutter, the Love Craft, Craft Lover
I don't want it, that's why I'm rarely seen in public
If I were you I wouldn't waste time readin' rubbish
I don't care what you say nigga, you're a nigga lover
The relative radiance of the rhyme makes it shine
Increase the star wattage with longer cycle time
How's my driving? Run you off the road smiling
1-800 Road Rage, Start dialing
Don't care if I make history, I wanna be a part of INFINITY
Look at what your SUN GOD did to me
I submit to the will of the creator willingly
The possibilities present a probable infinity
I climbed the slope shaped like a stop sign in record clock time
Hot Lava lock rhymes, rock slide topside
At the Observatory summit of Mount Graham
Lookin' through the starlight scope in my hand
Creative writing and rhythm, grammar and composition
Don't ignore me, ignore the fool who tell you don't listen
Strivin' my principle findings by designing a new style of rhyming
That you could take home and try out
A 100 Bars per hour, sometimes I doubled the writing
Secret signature time equals the hardest part to figure out
Poetically Paralyzing, Where Are You? Are you hiding?
No! I am Sandbag diving?
From the Kinetic to the Energetic
St. Germaine was made to explain the lesson with a 1000 bar message
Straight out the freak show no pre show
Limited oxygen when I rhyme fast you breathe slow
The Pope shook; they ransacked Rome and burnt books
I ran back home to hide mine in the woods
MOSES is a new weapon system secret code
CONUS is the continent of the US, I suppose
I don't have all the answers I am not in the know
I can only see what is above and only from below
Substratum of reality through the thick cloud canopy
How can it be Canibus? Answer me!
My shelter is not far, you can borrow what you need
The bunker doors sequestered beneath the tall tumble trees
Gold chords from the organ cut down your swordsman
Tell everybody to SHUT THE FUCK UP when I'm talkin'
From a very cold place called Faraday Base
Right next to the South Poles longest Ice Strait
My dream was identical seven nights in a row
I saw a sideways 8 wrapped around a microphone
Extraterrestrial Isotopic ratios
A broke Scientist in his Lab with no place to go
Fire and Ash fallout, that's what it's all about
We must construct a shelter then build a wall around it
Geography is conducive to Astronomy
And the study of celestial bodies, biopsy
My austere designs are so ahead of their time
Even when you press rewind you're still left behind
I blasted thru the limestone with water, mixed with a dissolver
Then I signaled the remaining cave crawlers
Dig a hole for the collateral carnage, battle the hardest
Take out Hip-Hop trash and garbage
On the Sabbath I write preplanning for the Planet
Drawin' mechanics, suspended in space as holographic
The Quarantine Isolation Unit is where I house it
My team and I salvage the work of Dr. Fritz Albert
Hip-Hop is blackened pot placed next to a kettle
With my logo in it, a rigid rehomogenized metal
Greetings and Salutations, my equations are inundated with information
Electro Cranial Stimulation
Password please? Have patience, verification
I repeat, "What's Your Character String Verification?"
Battle rap is just aimless entertainment
+2nd round K.O.+ was one of they favourites, fuck all the haters
Responsibility entrusted
There's only one way for me to prove that I love it
That's why I'm bustin'
I turned the page, wrote a turn of phrase,
Verbal X-Rays, they say "I don't burn I blaze"
Attach the piezoelectric transducer to your computer
Poet Laureate is the future!!!
Next time we meet this whole song will be a new mix
For all the Rippers out there who need a new fix
With these lyrics, I consecrate the spirit
Whenever I spit it, concentrate you could hear it
I've almost perfected this
I'm one word away from excellence
Cyclotronic Resonance, patents are pendin' it
Can-I-Bus a/k/a "The Spitzberg Beast"
Gave his Bicentennial Speech on Emerald Peak
What are you building Bis? Is it a flyin' Silver Disk?
GW I'm positive it's him
I proof read my writtens, eat a chicken with the skin missin' in 10 minutes
Now that's some shit! You think that's fast? Nah
That's faster than you think, by the time you blink, the whole Universe shrinks
We'll observe the Gods, my thoughts graduated to the Stars to infinity
Listen to the bars, thick rhymes compartmentalized
Seperatized to prevent bootleg pirates gives me energy when I'm tired
I'm hooked on Hip-Hop, I can't live without it
You can mix this song a thousand ways I don't doubt it
Several million years into the past
The primitive future in a world without oil and gas
Gather the evidence then give it to the President
Don't reprimand him, ask him for help next
I hold Hip-Hop responsible
Every magazine writer that wrote bullshit in his article
Always remember I'll be gone forever
I made these bars so you could all remember
The rhymes in my mind when I autograph sign
I can't wait to sign an autograph for the last time
The ungrateful dead reoccurring images playin' in my head
Every color in America bled
Canibus grabbed the mic like an energized amulet
Then spit a rap that you can't forget
"With this sacred water --
I consecrate this Talisman so that it will make me POET LAUREATE"
This is a no brainer, stop the complainin'
If Hip-Hop was dead I came here to save it
Classified payloads, no frequency safe modes, no safety
And I still made time for the ladies
No corruption, no disruption, no destruction, no budget, no nothin'
It's never that easy you just gotta trust it
The spin off from the Press should be able to feed you
But I declined, 'cause I'm familiar what greed can do
I sit down and think, when I write I can smell the ink
It's the dark skinned Lizard King
Metronome Man will never take commands from the drum
The beat is my slave and it will behave as I want
I heard Hip-Hop was dead, that's not fair
Who I talk to? "Go he there, Nasir"
YEA, POET LAUREATE INFINITY!!!
I WILL FOREVER BE THE ILLEST LYRICALLY!!!
POET LAUREATE INFINITY!!!
POET LAUREATE INFINITY!!!
POET LAUREATE INFINITY!!!
THIS NEVER BEEN DONE BEFORE IN HISTORY!!!

[Intro: Sample ??]
It's very difficult to know if...
Others are puppets, or...
They are innocent, or...
They are the masterminds

[Canibus](These are ‘Liquid Wordz’)

[Canibus]
Yo, I come through with cold steel on the back of the snowmobile
I just came back from Shogun Hill
Make you kneel, face the wall
Shoot you in the back of the head with some paint balls 'til your brains are gone
Attack dog, attack man, only respond to German commands
Completely bite off the burglars hands
Triangular death, that's where I purchased the land
Built a ranch, drilled deep into the earth through the sand
Send a clergy emissary to the cemetery
You requested to be buried with your bones to carry
I'm blood sampled savvy, I named your first clone Jerry
Your second clone Harry and your third clone after me
The fourth clone can battle him after he battles me
But your fifth clone can only be used as cattle meat
This is called microphone savagery
Press play, I attack the beat, you will tap out or tap delete
For we do not have to beef
Before the Greeks captured Crete, I was known as the master of the beat
Cydonian MC speak, rudimentary speech
I released the Canaanite beast then sent them to the east
To walk through the streets sharing thoughts about God and my beliefs
'Heavy Mental', it was authored by the Priest
We were tortured by the palm trees in the Palm Sunday breeze
It was Zero Zero One A.D.

[Sun]
It's been a long time coming, but I'm finally here
Solidified my spot and I ain't going nowhere
'Cause ripping mics been my only right
So I return like Christ to resurrect the art of spitting nice
The true and living in psychical form
Grab the mic and I spit up a storm
Tracks get beasted, MCs get Ethered,
I blast paragraphs from rough draft to thesis
With strong facial features, lips and gapped teeth
I see through your thesis like telekinesis
Build with Killah Priest in the Chamber of the Giza’s
Special ops hip hop get chopped in pieces
Zero degree Celsius liquid will freeze
But at any temperature Sun will melt emcees
That's why Canibus handed me the scrolls for Infinity
What he actually gave me a moment of clarity
It's complex simplicity, self contradictory
Philosophers speak about the God of man mystery
'Cause we've been fooled by religion and history
'Cause the path to eternity starts internally
According to the sundown, the time is at hand
For me to reveal the man exactly who I am
I am the apostles who writing the Bible in Ebonics
I'm Elijah Mohammad who sell chronic
Martin Luther with a German Luger
I'm Malcolm X on your project steps busting a tech
Gandhi with an M-P-C who MC mad nice
I'm Christ in a cipher shooting dice

[Killah Priest]
Inside my mind is bad weather
So when I brainstorm it will rain strong
’Til hurricanes will swarm in the form of paragraphs
Start from the corners of them pages in my pad
And nothing can withstand the rhyme when it rages in its path
But I don't brainwash my listeners
My lyrics give them a bath without bars of soap
These are bars of quotes that will take you so far you will choke
What I have is like lightning in a bottle
Deep as the writing of Aristotle
Like Picasso, but its a novel spitten in bars and flows
Priest the dark Dragon King spitting graphics and scenes
My 16's should be seen on plasma screens
By black wings on 'Lord of the Rings'
While my sword is bathing in your screams
Swallowing your flesh through his metal intestine
It feast so much on you rebels that it became congested
And gnarls on bones, snarls at thrones, carve out domes
Somewhere in a giant stone cave
Where the entrance is big enough to accommodate a pterodactyl in flight
Priest sit in the tabernacle and write
While jackal fight over the poisoned emperor's body
Priest and Canibus enjoy their memorable armies

[Canibus]
A lyricist with no master and no financier
After the disaster I will die from laughter
All right, let's move out people
I've got a five tonne diesel for the illegal hazmat retrieval
Too deep to say peace to, I pray about peace for you
Very soon 'The Goetia' will eat you
The Keys of Solomon will open the doors to that bottomless prison
And let Leviathan's army in
'Liquid Wordz' spit superb
From the foothills of Zagros to the streets of New Jers'
New arc, I'm the rare admiral of New York
If I'm caught they'll award the posthumous Purple Heart
Navy Cross never say we lost, damn Abramoff is in court
'One Ought Not To Think' any thoughts, 'Liquid Wordz'

[Intro: Canibus]
Yeah, Father Author, Poor Pauper, yeah
More than a microphone monster

[Canibus]
Once upon a midnight dreary//
Being blackballed by the music industry prepared me//
In the past, albums were made, put on the shelf//
I was never paid or given the wealth, who can I blame but myself?//
No one, I followed my azimuth in transit//
On a path from apprentice to master//
My testimony any place at the top is lonely//
Ask me what I cherish mostly, no matter what I say is poetry//
The way I walk, the way I talk, the way I fought//
The way I won, the way I lost, the way I thought//
When they tried to play me out as a man//
The way it felt taking showers in the sand with a fuel can//
Waking up in the middle of the night, I can't breathe right//
I can feel my heart beat spike//
Father Author, Poor Pauper used to be a war monger//
I promised the Lord I would not tour any longer//
Pardon the Poor Pauper with nothing to offer from his coffin//
Coughing up a mouthful of volcanic sulfur//
Feast your eyes on the awesome mechanics of the metallic saucers//
Flown by man, I bet you thought it was a Martian//
Since ‘Channel Zero’, I tried to do something to save you//
But you threw away the jewels I gave you//
When you ready to move to the mountains it'll be too late to//
That's why I pray for you//
My words appear clear but true meaning is lost//
Why would an MC like that even talk?//
Clear your mind, clear your thoughts//
Throw away everything you bought and kneel before the Ark//
You don’t, you knew that you should but you won't//
Any artist will become lethargic from weed smoke//
I don't go to malls because I don't like shopping//
I can't buy clothes when the mannequins are watching//
Overspecialization doesn't require special explanations//
The information is my interpretation//
I sit down at the table and make it//
Through a series of musical, lyrical and compositional arrangement//
I'm dis infatuated, you rappers are overrated//
For the music you making, it sounds foolish and basic//
Thread by thread the poem is woven, the book is open//
You are ordered to show him, then the words are spoken//
Civilization is fragile, so is life there in battle//
So is nature when surrounded by the unnatural//
Walk through the doors at Langley headquarters//
My logo is in the floor etched in marble//
Behind the rose line, morals and dogma that rhyme//
One of three peaks of Mt. Hermon during my lifetime//
The rhyme is 3 point 1-4-5, 9-2-6-5, 3-5-8-9//
Same morning that the ‘Can-I-Bus’ album came out//
I got a text from the NSA that said they'd take me out//
Qabalah math was all I had//
My wife and child were both killed in a helicopter crash//
Eight months pass, I'm in Walter Reed with a rare fungus rash//
I told them fuck the cash//
Just give me something for the pain, my brain about to bust a vein//
They said you’ve been through enough Germaine//
I tried to sit up, but can't get up, this sucks//
Father Author, Poor Pauper can't give up//
The biomarker lit up, the lab tech took the blood that I spit up//
She tried to screen it, then clean it//
Hydroxyl radicals I couldn't believe it//
I was the anemic heathen that was saved by the blood of Jesus//
My only grievance is I'll never be the same again//
Never be able to rhyme like it was '98 again//
I'm so ashamed I'm depressed, I don't know what I can say to them//
So I made this mixtape for them//
I hope you enjoy it even if you never bought it//
This is Father Author, Poor Pauper's last recording//

[Chorus: X4]
Dreams of fucking a female news anchor
I'm just playing, but I'm saying

[Canibus]
Yeah, this isn't excellence in journalism//
I prefer to call it conservative words of wisdom//
Mixed with perverted visions//
I can't help it, I was bitten by the Celtic woman who spoke Elvish//
Who told me I was selfish//
Nah honey be friendly, you're my Miss Moneypenny//
I love you because when they hate me; you defend me//
Dreams of fucking a female news anchor//
Welcome to my world of fantasy and fandom//
03:30 Central News Network//
I filled out visitor's paperwork 'til my head hurt//
Key words bees and birds//
Can't help but to be perverse about anything over thirty in a skirt//
I get upstairs to search who's doing their leg work//
I seen her walk into the coffee room, I go there first//
She was beautiful in burgundy Zane Verjee//
I said "Allah have mercy", she heard me and turned to me//
She showed me her breast, I was impressed//
She suggested I lock the door so we could both get undressed//
Quick start, quick finish, I gently kissed her//
The phone rang, it was Wolf Blitzer saying, "He missed her"//
I was not surprised, I ain't want the bitch to lose her job//
Oh my God! Is that Sumi Das?//
Still hard from Zane giving me brain, but I can't complain//
I'll take wrinkles over stains any day, anyway where did the Sumi go?//
She reminds me of this ho I used to bang on a Pakistani Sushi boat//
Her trail went cold, I stole me an access card//
Picked up the trail in the parking garage//
I pretended I was an intern, I said "Ma'am you left this upstairs”//
A huge diamond earring, she just stared//
Standing there in a dress with the delicate smell of vinaigrette//
She placed her palm firmly on my chest//
"Are you St. Germaine?" she said, I said "Yes//
And I seek to have sex with the Dragon Princess”//
She circled her hips slow, dancing to Calypso//
She brought her lips close, my dick grow, she sniffed coke//
I couldn't believe the nerve of this Circus Witch with burger itch//
Who tried to curse me with a kiss//
Nosferatu practitioner, I don't even think about kissing her//
She will remain my prisoner//

[Chorus: X4]

[Canibus]
Yeah, check the defense mechanism of this next woman//
She's the real Lara Croft, I couldn't wait to have sex with her//
Arwa Damon so calm under pressure//
But her hormones start raging as soon as I undress her//
She started to speak in discrete descriptive speech//
I tasted her nipple and told her, her tits taste like a peach//
She had congressional oversight over the mic//
A young black man obsessed with her egg shell white//
Her body was tight, "Ok", I said but not tonight//
Your life is your job; my job is my life//
Filled with gold spindles of positive polarity signals//
But when I talk to strippers I'm simple//
Like screwing Julie with the booty dimples//
She act moody 'cause she's mental//
Try to imagine what she's been through//
Julie Banderas got what I call a rare ass//
The type of ass that could tear pants//
I let her dance on my fer-de-lance, Caliente Sangre//
And life goes on like John Mellencamp//

[Chorus: X4]

[Canibus]
Yeah, yo, I don't wake up 'til 12 O’clock//
Soledad O'Brien don't wake up ‘til she feels cock//
I love these women so much, I can't stop//
Sir Lancelot giving Guinevere a shamrock//
Accompanied by a rose, she smelled it with her nose and froze//
It was the perfect time to take off her clothes//
The tale of the Princess and the P and MC Mr. C//
Really a magnificent read//
In the dream I had about my favourite anchor of them all//
In my dream I wrote her name across the White House wall//
Suzanne Malveaux, oh how I love you so//
So much so I let the whole world know//
Her pastry is so tasty, I don't care if her husband hates me//
I'm still in my dream, do not wake me!//
In the dream she and I share pound cake and tea//
In between her shifts on the silver screen//
She lays her head on my arm during the White House conference at dawn//
Imagine that when you listen to my song//

[Chorus: Canibus]
Suivez-moi, come vibe with your boy
With lyrics the whole industry silently enjoyed (follow me)
Suivez-moi, the leadership was annoyed
At lyrics the whole industry silently enjoyed (the MC)
Suivez-moi, the leadership is annoyed
At lyrics the whole industry silently enjoyed
Suivez-moi, come vibe with your boy
With lyrics the whole industry silently enjoyed

[Canibus]
I was taught my heart was my brain in my past life
I was thrashed in a fight over my passion for the mic
Risked the ultimate sacrifice to rhyme, asking Christ, why?
He replied passions like mine have a price
They will grab you if you grab the mic
Try to squeeze the life from you, take away your life
There's only one way to fight, zero gravity device
Turn it on, impale them on stalactites and stalagmites, alright?
I was hyped, he told me that every word I recite
Symbolically represents the whole world's kryptonite
Including but not limited to spitting in the booth
Spit the truth, tell the leadership to listen to the troops
The leadership bleeds blue, we bleed red
In the end the only thing we can agree on is death
I beg you to get it together
To truly be clever you gotta be able to think ahead and remember
’Cause most of us have forgotten where we came from
Turned a blind eye to the energy that made us
I ain't the same Canibus I was
But I still get busy cause that's what Canibus does
The rhymes are relevant they optimize your development
Food for thought beverages should be free but they keep selling it
The mixtape comes out today, announce the date
The potato gets off his couch to wait
Cause he knows something wicked his way comes
They can hear the sound of the war drum, Canibus save them!
I can't save you, but you can save yourself
We can save each other, I just came to help
The event you can’t prevent no matter how much you spend
Your catalog remains thin no matter how much you pen
I stand with my men, looking at the flag draped coffins again
Crying, justifying what I did
But there's no excuse cause nobody will ever know the truth
I will never get over the abuse, fuck you!...
I gotta keep Hip Hop open, if they close it I’m homeless
If I lose it I’m broken, if I disown it I’m hopeless
I am a hopeless romantic Trans-Atlantic pimp in the pacific
Sticking dick to Los Angeles bitches
Bitch please, be my guest
Shot her in the head while she slept
What would she dream about next?
I’m a maniac nigga so fuck rap nigga
Biggerexia anxiety attack nigga
If you're loyal I’ll murder for you
You disloyal I’ll destroy you
The Rhodesian Ridgeback will turn on you
Keep Hip Hop alive if you don't we die
We includes me, you, K-Solo and Nas
Keep Hip Hop open cause if they close it I’m homeless
If I lose it I’m broken, if I disown it I’m hopeless, focus

[Chorus: Canibus]
Suivez-moi, the leadership was annoyed
At lyrics the whole industry silently enjoyed
Suivez-moi, come vibe with your boy
With lyrics the whole industry silently enjoyed

Aiyo, Mother Earth absorbs the blood I bleed//
Hip Hop is my blood, I believe//
That I am not free and neither are you//
The only time I feel free is when I'm rhyming in the booth//
The lion on the loose is not a reckless recluse//
But really a dictator with his neck in a noose//
For war crimes, hardcore rhymes from a warped mind//
That enjoyed the dark matter in the void before time//
The innocent murmured it, murdered because they worshiped him//
They let the serpent in but it never occurred to them//
The deity regards emcees like me piously//
Check the degree, see if it's me//
On planet Earth I designed mankind's rebirth//
Amalgam of water and rock salt from a verse//
The moon, the sun and the stars//
I am who you are, together we all form God//
I laugh at the creation of it, the explanation of it//
Not the original but man's imitation of it//
They took Hip Hop and changed the subject//
Then I brought Hip Hop back and made you love it//
Through deterrence, detention and prevention//
Never write the wrong sentence, if I ever said it I meant it//
The insatiable, inescapable regiment//
What's the weight? Add four more plates, I bench it//
Skinny-ass nigga, grab your neck with a pen-grip//
Bend it through telepathic suggestion//
I rap so serious, the vocal myriad//
Occurs intermittently over protracted periods//
Rap 'til you get delirious, wack niggas get furious//
Keep dissing me, your girl's getting curious//
Darth Vader on the cross-fader releasing the raw data//
This is called hard jawbreaker labor//
When I see you I'ma battle you, then tackle you//
Then grapple you, then probably snap you in two//
Yo, ain't that the truth, outside the booth//
Air combat manoeuvres without no computer//
Space wings that cause spings motherfucker//
We gonna dogfight above cloud cover//
High in the friendly skies, where unfriendlies lie//
Where friendlies and unfriendlies die//
You and I race to the sun, I just got back, the race is done//
Ages have ended and ages have begun//
Cognitive saturation, I am the one//
Tell me where Chaingun Germaine came from//
A Dara-i-Suf, the river of caves//
My ribcage look like miniature shin blades //
When I bathe in the waters below//
Still waters run deep, King Cthulhu told me so//
Magma-dome under Yellowstone inside the bowels of the Earth//
I'ma show you the power of the verse//
'Cause man cannot establish dominance over man indefinitely//
Man only respects God's energy//
Telluric energy, drawn from the bowels of the Earth//
I'ma show you the power of the verse//
Telluric energy, drawn from the bowels of the Earth//
I'ma show you the power of the verse//

[Intro: Canibus (Vinnie Paz)]
Yeah, Canibus, my man Vinnie Paz
(Louie Dog, Hannibal, Canibus, Vinnie Paz, yeah)
Yeah (Jedi Mind)

[Canibus]
An isolated regime that works twice the pace of your team//
These Jedi Mind Tricks are no dream//
Kill-code received, you do not need to know what you need//
You will be uplinked to the feed//
The entrance to the cave is guarded by a statue of Saint Germain//
Holding an oil lamp with a purple flame//
Shuffling down the dark corridor, chasing the voice of the orator//
The light brightens more and more//
Your muscles tight and sore//
You fall to waist height then crawl as you are forced to recite bars//
From Ars Notoria, what is the origin?//
Metaphoric euphoria, lobotomize the audience//
Rap music recruited, those who refuse it //
Will be uprooted, then electrocuted, then executed//
Flesh is fluid, physically it's a stretch to do it//
You wake up cold, wet and wounded playing my music//
The strong believe in me, the weak try to weaken me//
But they are not allowed to speak to me that easily//
The fans get neglected, can't get their favorite record//
They only get to hear what's selected, not requested//
They are wasting your time, just think about that//
The reason you won't think is the reason I won't rap//
Wisely worded speech, framing technique and thermal heat//
Bridges the verbal to the beat, providing earth for your feet//
I rip granite, the Universe shaped like this planet//
Nobody understand it when my spit is mismanaged//
Virtuoso Vivaldi, Aleister Crowley//
With a baldy flow flawlessly, cathedral halls applaud me//
Red-Three-Delta they call me, in the Red Army Armory//
Talking softly, walking calmly, the officers saw me//
Cursing at the bastard commie, pass the salami//
Rhyming offbeat, they poured me caffeine, not coffee//

[Vinnie Paz]
You'll never hear nothing as evil as this//
I carry Desert Eagles into the cathedral and lick//
My people is sick, your people unbelievably bitch//
In Mogadishu counting money, inconceivably rich//
A feverish pitch, I'll hit you so you bleed when you piss//
I feel sorry for any rapper think he equal to 'Bis//
I see through the mist, I see you faggots weak in the wrist//
I ain't rapping no more, Pazienza speak with the fist//
I see the abyss, but I ain't going near no more//
I'm too old, so I ain't licking in the air no more//
Aiyo 'Bis, who these motherfuckers that's thinking it's war//
In '88 the only white boy spitting it raw//
I kicked in the door, spoke on metaphysics and all//
But they was too stupid to understand the vision involved//
I wish that we all had platinum that could christen the wall//
But I'ma ride for you regardless if it's business involved//

[Outro: Vinnie Paz]
Yean, Vinnie Paz, Canibus, Rip the Jacker
Philly baby, Jedi Mind

[Intro: Canibus]
Yeah, Canibus, Mic Club
‘Nothing to Prove’

[Canibus]
I bust through like Sputnik 2, this is man's best friend, whooptie-woo//
The flag is black, red and blue//
Troop shoot from the Hooptie, dogs jump out of the Doolie//
But it'll take more than that to move me//
Like wireless mics for tireless nights//
Fire fights inspire my life, why do I write?//
Twenty year Hip Hop vet, they perceive me as a threat//
They manifest beads of sweat//
Examine the blood trail//
Squeeze triggers, puss drips out of the thumbnails//
I smell like gun shells//
Polonium pandemonium with a dose of unknownium//
The Soviet Hugo Rodier//
Fourth generation roper report//
Everything I was taught bore resemblance to my thoughts//
The truth and design of the Guggenheim rhyme//
Where every line is weaponized then applied//
Mob shit, talk it acquisition is sick//
I don't miss when I twist the 556//
Stand there with arms folded//
Firearms make me look large and bloated//
("I'm gonna have to project my voice")
Equipment check, church bells chime//
("Some of this stuff might get intense")
One more time, just kill them 'Bus//
Ain't nobody around to witness nothing//
Heaven’s Devil strangled Hell's Angel with a mic cable//
Then J. Wells came through//

[Break x2: Sample from Nas @ The L.A. Listening Party on December 14th, 2006]
"Yo, the niggas that use to have a nigga a little nervous was like;
B.I.G., 'Pac, (Right), even Canibus, like Eminem them niggas use to have me like
If we go at it dog we gotta go hard!"

[Canibus]
Yeah, yo, I support a secure change of custody//
Don't trust the beat, trust me Canibus the emcee//
Without moving my neck I turn to the left//
Yes I am the best you will learn to respect//
'Til your death, Hip Hop is the body, you are the chest//
I am the vest, we are sworn to protect//
This behavioural bomb rewritable radio songs//
"What station is your radio on?"//
My training is worth millions//
Imam death squad rush the building//
Run the frontline with Prince William//
I am Prince William’s exercise cover and concealment//
Prohibit the media from filming//
Never in a moment, always thinking of the Omen//
I pause soldiers, nobody told them//
Inoculate, I postulate not your weight//
Drop to your face, the active component will not break//
My Omanian friend tried to pay me in Yen//
I threw the money in his face and said, "Pay me again"//
You wanna talk to the kid? Enter this ten digit grid//
I'll explain to you what I did//
’702-386-5397’, call, leave a message//
Y'all niggas can't rap, so why you wanna go and do that?//
You move the crowd, I move the map//
The defying mad Lion, triumph over the rulers of Zion//
Fuck your ‘Blood Diamonds’, I'd rather laugh dying//
Miners in the mine shaft crying//
’Apocalypto’ from GITMO, I'll clash with the last Mayans//
The Sun Stone science, the black, red and blue alliance//
Jump through the fire, you'd be a fool to try it//
The fire suit don't fit, no shit//
My Saratoga suit got a customised grip//
With a batwing released from both wrists and both feet//
Blazing hot but I feel no heat//
Hip Hop's master chief, "Here, have a seat"//
In the mic booth where I hang slabs of meat//
Before, during and after the debrief//
I'll crack your teeth, don't talk unless you’re asked to speak//
The Rift Valley Fever symptoms could last for weeks//
We call it Hell in a cell, watch the bastard tweak//
Reach 80 degrees North, 14 degrees East//
Beneath the ice sheet lies the Spitzberg Beast//
Transmission distorted, injuries reported//
Mission aborted, follow your orders, move forward//
Bravo, I fell in love with Suzanne Malveaux//
On the down-low, now you know//
She talked to the Canibus Man, code name: Javelin Fangz//
With ‘Nothing to Prove’ to the rap fans//
Could elaborate further but suffice to say//
"God damn that emcee made my day”//
He's a butcher, a baker, a vapour box maker from Jamaica//
Still talking trash to the haters//
I'll clash with the graders, this is major manual labour//
Beta test the data with blue lasers//
Canibus raping Alice, it's ‘Nothing to Lose’ in Los Angeles//
Suing Hip Hop for the damages//
G-force 10.4, still conscious but not for long//
Missile lock-on, stop the song//

[Intro: sample]
Necronomicon
And there is variation in the analogy of where these things have come from
They were created by these giants
They were created by watcher themselves
They can manifest…

[Hook: Canibus]
‘Nothing to Prove’, ‘Nothing to Lose’
Can-I-Bus busting in the booth
Straight out the Goetia to eat you
This is the fire breather
’Nothing to Prove’, ‘Nothing to Lose’
Can-I-Bus and Mic Club busting in the booth

[Canibus]
Microphone check one-two, you know what it is//
Can-I-Bus, still getting biz//
With mics, gas molecules emit light//
I bring delta T.C. squared to the fistfight//
First I developed offence/
Then negotiate disarmament from the other side of the fence//
Hence, the tetrahedron is a prison for a four headed demon//
I weaken, every time I see him//
Fight for my freedom, under the fig tree bleeding//
I create Hip Hop but don't need it//
I turn my back on rap like God turned his back on Eden//
To return like Cat Stevens//
For those who believe it, I live it, I breathe it//
I smash mics to pieces, that's the secret//
I cannot fail, I rock bells//
On the Ho Chi Minh trail to the song of the nightingale//
Any artist, can turn a garden into a desert//
But can he turn a desert into a garden?//
That's where I come in, running, straight gunning//
Ready to punish, nigga I don't budge one inch//
Fuck it, double the budget//
Niggas turned Hip Hop to something it wasn't//
Made it hard to love it//
So I come back to conquer with a monster mantra//
My spiritual father is Swami Vivekananda//
Rhymes promote freedom, stabilize the region//
Think for yourselves, it's just like breathing//
The departed Hip Hop artist regarding the condition of the carnage//
Dead farmers I already saw it//
Back to the army, back to Pathari, Tari//
Back to the heartbeat, offbeat on a dark street//
Comfy aggressive assistive training//
Haji somewhere waiting, one minute remaining//
Satellites counter locating, the bloodbath begins bathing//
We both believe we're fighting Satan//
But we both got the same god, who accepts the same sacrifice//
Blood, tears, life//
Fine picks and trowels are real I was holding a weapon//
When I was overpowered, there was no album//
Thirty minute sessions cleaning weapons, asking myself questions//
About what happened last mission//
Radiation isolation, I'm an asshole but I'm patient for a nurse with nice shaped tits//
I'm a poet, my house is a palace//
A small cavernous passage darker than the Catacombs of Paris//
Chateau de Canibus, Saint Germaine sadomasochist//
I don't use chains to trap a bitch//
Don't get distracted, repeat your rap schematic//
Over and over until it's automatic//
My body is a machine, machines need fuel//
Two gastro-nasal tubes feed me smoothie food//
The recluse clearly produced//
the abstract schematic you can use over a freshly squeezed glass of pear juice//
Right side paralyzed above the waist//
Below the waist the left side paralyzed, this a unique case//
It's a challenge to rhyme great, lost weight//
Lost sense of smell and taste, wasting away paying attention to space//
Saying "wait!" open the gate, rusty screwers reverberate//
Through the deserted desolate space of this purgative place//
Grimoires of metaphor law make your skin crawl//
’Nothing to Prove’, this is lyrical law//

[Intro: "sample�"]
"They have different videos that's caused by these Cosmonauts"
"And so, if you take all this together
Dimensions of the Earth in nautical miles
21, 600 and you divided it by 33; you'll get..."

[Canibus]
'Secrets Amongst Cosmonauts'....
These are the secrets of the Cosmonauts, I know I rhyme a lot//
This is the most important rhyme I ever said in my life//
Stop the hatred and stop being racist//
I believe the Cosmonauts will come down and save us//

[Chorus: Canibus (sampled singer)]
(We share the song) This is a song written by God
(Especially for you) Especially for you, this is the truth
(It tells a story) A story of humankind's glory
(Of what people do for you) I'm telling you the Cosmonauts love you

[Canibus]
Twenty one thousand, six hundred nautical miles//
I've got the same amount, if not more audible styles//
By no means am I to interpret the absolute//
I'm merely a vessel that the entity chooses to use//
I'm raw energy, just like you//
I don't teach 'cause teachers only receive contempt from the youth//
I know what I know, there's no need to convince you//
The poetry's fairly simple, you perceive the visual//
The grass isn't greener, it's browner//
I believe in the power that spins the Earth around upward and outward//
You say you don't like the album, I say you a coward//
You say you don't like the beats, I say what about //
Whether or not you like the lyrics, I would not be surprised//
If you the Devil in disguise I can see it in your eyes//
We are all equal, we are all sisters and brothers despite of our colour//
All we have is each other, they love us//

[Chorus]

[Canibus]
Your sexual orientation is none of my business//
But don't lie to yourself and don't lie to the children//
Some of us are healthy, some of us have diseases//
But if you look at the whole world we represent the human species//
You can't ignore continents while they starve//
You'll be wearing their shoes before long//
As the globe becomes more warm//
Families hold on but their country is war torn//
The prophecies are forewarned//
You would of thought Katrina storm taught y'all//
But naw, you're still too distracted ain't y'all//
I've come to learn that the Cosmonauts up high//
Don't believe that we deserve another chance and I'll tell you why//
We watch either other die and we're still racist//
Not in my household but in other places//
The patience of the gods have run thin//
Because of your sin the Period of Purification will begin//

[Chorus]

[Canibus]
The precession will wash away the world's sins with tsunamis and whirlwinds//
Our world ends but then it begins again//
Six thousand four hundred eighty years later //
The next civilization will dig our artifacts out of a crater//
They will say that we were great but that they are greater//
Humankind will continue to search for his creator//
Wage war against the forces that tried to enslave us//
Send space probes to our celestial neighbors//
We could stop the hatred, if we stop being racist //
I believe the Cosmonauts will come down and save us//
If humankind will accept all races//
There's no reason that the Cosmonauts wouldn't save us//
Love your neighbors, we're different, but God made us//
Love all races, the Cosmonauts would love to save us//
Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth, wake up//
Stop the hatred, the Cosmonauts wanna save us//

[Chorus]

[Outro: sample]
"Advanced knowledge that people in general never hear
is passed on to the chosen ones
that are chosen to have this information and
to move it through the generations"�

[Canibus]
This one is relatively short, I won't say much about it//
What's the point if you're still gonna doubt it//
History is a weapon being used against us//
Humanity has been abused before but few remember//
Human hybrid Hubble iris double-sided//
Untouchable when it comes to rhyming but I struggle in private//
’One Ought Not To Think’, in other words stop thinking//
Humankind is now on the brink of extinction//
The eagle has landed, Wernher von Braun handpicked//
The evil bastard called Magnum Innominandum//
These Ice Age quotes oppose Helios//
Confusing the most yet I find it remedial//
Turn the radio and TV off, think for a second//
Technology is a blessing but it's also a weapon//
A weapon of mass destruction giving global instructions//
Teaching us how to hate but does it in a way that we love it//
Take my beloved rap music, erase the beat//
Consumers act like they're afraid of intelligent speech//
The rhymes are imagined in theory then itemised into a query//
It takes more than your ears to hear me//
Meditate, you will see it clearly//
Elevate to a level where your judgment isn't impaired dearly//
Before the New World Order right around the corner//
One day soon they gonna lock down the borders//
I ain't an activist, I can't do shit//
I'd rather be a pacifist with a full clip//
Keep saying your prayers, they won't care//
God won't hear, do something, you won't dare//
It’s happened before, it'll happen again//
It’s happening over there, it'll spread here my friend//
’One Ought Not To Think’, in other words stop thinking//
Mankind is now on the brink of extinction//
Lost wisdom from the Lost Kingdom//
Humankind is now on the brink of extinction//

[Intro: sample (Canibus)]
For this reason to have this Key
They somehow transmit into your brain a hard idea
Like you are living wrong (Code-Name: Javelin Fangz)
You have broke our laws on this planet (The Canibus Man)
this is the reason why (’Nothing to Prove’)
very soon when the sky became dark (Cold busting at you Dudes)
Thousands and thousands of people will die
and only a few of them will stay alive

[Chorus: Canibus]
You got your weapon? Check. You got your ammo? Check
You got the filthy slut pinup calendar? Yes
You got the food? Check. You got supplies? Check
You got the trees so we can get high? I quit
Your names Canibus, so what the fuck that mean?
Canibus is the MC not weed
Ham radio? Check. Map? Check
You got the chem light so we can get back? Check
First aid kit? Check. Grenades? Check
I even got a spit box for those lonely days

[Canibus]
I was on my way home//
The ground opened up like a grave, turned the highway into a tomb//
It’s crazy, I grew up playing with Tonkas//
Mickey Thompson Mud Swampers on an off-road monster//
I took a detour started heading east//
Got stuck through a wench around a redwood tree//
A thousand feet above sea level, still driving altitude climbing the tsunami's one hour behind me//
Made my way to the Mojave//
I robbed niggas for their gasoline then heading towards the Colorado Rockies//
Desperado, El Diablo on your back yard property//
Can’t let the circumstance stop me//
G.I. Joe O.G, Desert E's, desert fatigues//
Dry weather gear for the desert breeze//
140 degrees, I can barely breathe//
Toast bread and fry eggs on the roof on my jeep//
Take my boots off, I won’t even look at my feet//
They smell like I’ve been cooking my feet//
Look at me, I'm a mess, I did it for my family and friends//
When the time comes I’d do it again//
Because this ain’t the end, this is the beginning//
A new way of life nigga how you going to live it?//
Man, women and child living in a village//
No more technology privilege//
When disaster strikes put down the mic//
You better pick up that weapon and pass it to the right//
Laugh if you like but the time is near//
There's no time to spare, formation over here//

[Chorus]

[Canibus]
I observe purgatory from the solar observatory//
The Sun Stone was right, God have mercy on me//
You ask, “what?”. I ask, “what next?”//
Geomagnetic effects came down to the deck//
Radio, T.V., satellite gone//
Nobody can make or take one call//
Lights out, all communication wiped out//
Too late to call upon Jesus Christ now//
Collect your weapon and ammo//
You don't have weapons to protect your family you’re an asshole//
Guns are worth more then anything at a time like this//
The price just went up to priceless//
You’re a predator or prey in the twilight mist//
You wanna pray get on your knees, die like a bitch//
Your family got dragged off//
Put to work as slaves in the Hell pit ‘cause you were selfish//
You bought cars, gold, diamonds//
Should of bought something that could equalize the violence//
Face it, your hearts full of hatred//
‘Cause you got stripped naked in front of your babies, do something to change it//
Take it, take a day off, take a trip to the shop//
Get a laser sight scope, adjustable butt stock//
Automatic burst, fuck a one shot//
If a nigga want static, I'ma give him what I got//

[Chorus]

[Outro: Canibus]
Aiyo, y’all motherfuckers gonna see what I’m about
This is Javelin Fangz signing out

[Intro: Canibus]
Yeah, Mic Club and Waste Management
Javelin Fangz, Wolfgang, sharp fangs, yeah

[Canibus]
The vocalist with osmosis spit//
Canibus on some robust robot shit//
You’re not fit, drop, give me fifty bars of spit//
Nine hundred and fifty more bars just to talk to the kid//
They just rappers, I’m a cloud of galactic matter coming at you//
Like radar or race car spelt backwards//
The mirror image of the emperor’s lyrics//
Concubines are forbidden to compare it until I finish//
The magnetic patient will record the same thing//
While erasing the lost dynasty of Beijing//
Spitting rhymes cause significant mission lapse time//
You’ll be fine, don’t rewind, move onto the next line//
Three bogie's ten o’clock high, I die if I do not try//
Ostriches are not supposed to fly//
Fighter pilots with not eyelids, did you see what I just did?//
Hydraulic pressure getting high as a bitch//
Textbook vertical spin, landed on the wing, I’m in//
The evil bald eagle strike you again//
Yuri Gagarin, I met him when we he came to Heaven//
My first guest from terra firma Passage Magellan//
I didn’t hesitate to tell him, 2012 you police yourselves//
As Earth travels through the gravity belt//
And I can offer you no help//
The Period of Purification can be described as something you call Hell//
Yeah, S-P-E-L-L, R-A-P-E-L down the W-E-L-L//
Wolfgang counting down//

[K-Solo]
Start at your head, I end it quick and end your ass//
Send your career on a collision course and then your crash//
I’ma laugh motherfucker, it’s gonna only get worse//
You’ll hit a tree and you go flying through your window headfirst//
Foes come in the white mink, leave in the red fur//
Get your fucking ass kicked, leave with your head hurt//
Beef with me equals dead thugs//
Even when I’m fucking sleep, stomp out you bedbugs//
The hitman buck quick//
One thing I can’t stand in this rap game is a bitch ass nigga who suck dick//
Rap too good for the hood, who’s the don//
And they said I’d never make it with an album, you know who, but I proved them wrong//
Even without money in my pocket I still move along//
And I’m happy Canibus got me to do this song//
I was never assed out//
My label’s the only label in the motherfucking world that’s able to take the trash out//
Call me sweet, don’t care if I fuck a bitch ‘til she pass out//
Like a Hansel when I come, a lot of niggas don’t wanna back out//
Thirty niggas, they gonna pull a Mac out//
‘Cause I rap, grapple and box, make competition tap out//
I put it down, I cut them down, cut them down//
You know I’m known to shut them down//
Dudes is joking, I laugh, take cash ‘cause they clowns//
If they got beef with that I get Canibus to spray the rounds//
Take them down, I’m the Godfather, Long Island music here to take the crown//
Breeze through, enemies quiet, they don’t make a sound//
Get a bucket of red blood, paint the town//
I’m a beast, when I walk I shake the ground//
Who hating now? Who hating now? Who hating now?//

[Outro: sample]
It was I who first came as a man
And his.. because of this man but
When he comes again
He suddenly comes as the conquering line of Judah

[Sample]
"And this is where the, the uh complexity comes in
Maybe we in modern uh civilization haven't really connected with this understanding"

[Canibus]
This is never been done before with a rhyme outside the realm of time
It's the first of its kind
POET LAUREATE INFINITY!!!
I WILL FOREVER BE THE ILLEST LYRICALLY!!!

I procured a small piece of the treasure
Collections from a former era datin' back to forever
The warrior became protector; take a closer look at the bars
You'll see I'm not behind them or in front of them, I'm one of them
Started with a hundred, The Game spit three I said "Fuck It!"
I'm a have to show these niggaz somethin'
33 is the number that enlightens the Brother
Insight to the fullest that could brighten the dullest
The ramifications are awesome, what should we call it? Mortars
I drive forward Sandstorms make my eyes water
Skull is a submarine hull
Dolphin phones screen calls from places as far away as A.G.C.R.
The rhymes are raw, protected by the Jericho wall
With surface permutation of the permafrost
We thought close support from the Navy Carriers and Air Force
Would give us all what we needed, we were wrong
This is "The Greatest Rhyme of All Time" supposedly
1000 Bars it will probably always be
The results from SETI, very interestin'
I briefed the committee they told me to stop the testin'
You cannot contend with this when I let it rip
Eyes, ears, nose and throat specialist Professor Bis
The sublime Chakra one thru nine
Thru the spine induce the rhyme
Internal fire produces the high
I listened to 44 4's 22 times
+I Gave You Power+ God stop my heart if I'm lyin'
SHUT THE FUCK UP and stop whinnin'
Instinct controls how you think before decidin', so keep vibin'
The Art of Rhyming; I've mastered it certainly
Surely I'll celebrate capturin' it for my Taxidermy
From the streets of New Jersey to Germany
To jungles in Angola where most the meat poachers heard of me
I guess it wasn't meant to be
Under an assumed Identity I resumed PsyOps on the enemy
USA made, field grade steel face
Movin' at a Canibus pace in the proto subspace
Nobody could hold me back, my flow bloviates into a spiritual shape
And co-create rap, cold callous chronic chemical imbalance
Smokin' a chalice in the Rabbit hole with Alice
Systematic Global Geographic Systemic Neo-synopsis
Reload the graphics notice I spit it rapid
Victory over injury a victim to misery
The myriad of my metaphors make me a mystical mystery
They can't battle me; so they'd rather embarrass me
By being mad at me, they commit microphone heresy
Clairvoyant Technique, usin' X-Ray refraction
Not only can you see into the future, see past it
But I don't know what it means
I pass the DataStream along to my team
They say it's more than a dream
Kill you with weed vapour, then the Taser, then the Laser, then the Maser
Then somethin' they call Scalar
"That is not dead which can eternally lie
And with strange aeons even death may die"
Why? Coup de Gra for the Coup de Ta
In a man made lodge, the Moon Rays replace God
What ought to crawl has learned to walk
I have mastered The Art of Rhyming now I am so bored
I seen a mushroom to the north, from a porch
It was odd, every dog in the neighborhood barked
'Cause Emotion manifests Thought, Thought manifests Words Actions and Reality
But what is attracting me?
If you question me, you will be detained indefinitely
Your name will be added to the Black List Registry
Observe the man with the microphone strand
Or 5th or 6th, 'cause way more advanced
I look up in the sky to see if God is judging me
Suddenly I feel Fatima and Medjugorje come to me
Sittin' down at the mixin' board comfortably
They begin to study me, by showin' me worlds I would love to see
A stationary pulley drawin' from a wishin' well
The Genie gave me three more because I listen well
There's a Proverb that goes "One should know thyself"
Before one can know the world so I showed myself
Metaphoric Sun Worship, pullin' me like planet inertias
But on the other hand these rappers are worthless
Rap Music Profession, Immuno suppressants
One question per second, one answer per session
You lazy and you wanna be the best? You crazy!
Poet Laureate is reserved for the name G
My lyricism amplifies every letter written
+Rip the Jacker+ spittin' inside a Zero Vector System
Murder murder murder, kill kill kill drills
Williams was real ill, but now I chill
Fuck a record deal; my trainin' is real
Look at the sword I wield, you will taste my steel
Lyrical Fitness is no secret of course
But the secret to creativity, hidin' your sources
Preserve the sanctity of the Soldiers in IRAQ
Do not blame them, I hold their humanity hostage
I gotta spit 'til the story is told
It's a gift; this story is a part of my soul
We shouldn't keep fightin', the Earth is our home
If we destroy Mother Earth, then where will we go?
Are you food for the Moon? Or are you in the mood for doom?
Furniture moves when I walk into a room
Fuckin' bummer, no armour inside the Hummer
Gotta hug a motherfuckin' Sandbag for cover
I ride on a flatbed chariot, four ostriches carry it
I'm Big Billy Bob Black Angus
From the gutter to the gallows no media coverage
'Cause I don't want it, that's why I'm rarely seen in public
If I were you I wouldn't waste time readin' rubbish
It might turn you into a media puppet, NIGGA LOVER!!!
All cultures come from One Mind
The Universe is not far behind, Waves Bars and Rhymes
Metaphor and Rhyme is poetry by design
But poetry continues outside the timeline
Don't care if I make history, I wanna be a part of INFINITY
You lied to us all in your speech
Symbiotic indeed, the host bleeds
Parasites attach to feed fulfilling antiquated needs
Over The Horizon Radar Rhymes
Patent number 4686605
I've apologized but I can't change who I am
Tried to change the future, can't budge the past
Beautiful longitudinal, musical lyrics
Fragments of Olympian Gossip, that is my vision
If A is a success in life
Then A must equal X plus Y plus Z no doubt
If work equals X and play equals Y
Then Z must be equal to you shuttin' your mouth
Agonizing, the pain of the migraine bitin' my brain
And everything inside it, I can't explain but I am tryin'
From the Kinetic to the Energetic
To the magnetic, ultra, electro, and uncensored resonance
I need to be alone, you cannot comfort me like my poems
THINK SO? You're a talk-show ho
The grown up who showed up drunk with his own cup stoned as fuck
Who can tell me that this poem is luck?
Does it amaze me? "NO!" Does it faze me? Maybe a little yo
Gotta find a way to generate doe
The minerals where they grow determine the stability of the flow
I might get drunk and boast
Williams you gotta go first
"If you say so, HALO", High Altitude always stay low
I approached the podium, and delivered my encomium
Nobody applauded the atmosphere was ominous
They feared I would spit, they don't like when I bust
I need more pain so I can pretend to be tough
1000 Bar race at an unrelentin' pace
Just in case Humans ever get to World War VIII
Food supply low, they speak of goin' above ground to find mo'
I cry out "NO - DO NOT GO!!!"
The window is closin', from the other side it looks like it's openin',
Where am I tryna to go with this?
Only the chosen, find a way out
Everybody move out! Make sure to stay off the main route
Arctic Geography is conducive to Astronomy
And the study of celestial bodies, follow me
A good Psychological environment for science
I'm memorizing and visualizing peace and quiet
Comparative image sharpness between artists
I don't think you know what you're about to get involved in
This is my unacknowledged special access project
Time reversed waves in nonlinear optics
Tunnel borin' and jackin', water main tappin'
I sat there draftin' a new drainage plan laughin'
Scientifically Quantifiable megalomaniacal
Viable style, it's like tryna to ride a Bull
The lyrical inimical is miserable because I've built a citadel
Of syllables that made me invincible
Creatively I have never been to this level
First I'll put you in a sideways 8, then a pretzel
Burn skin off face, burn face off skeletal plate
Plasma Ray Gun is just one explanation
Man Made Membrane roofin' remediation
Any and All entry points have immigration
She asked me if I was followed, I told her I wasn't
I didn't know the spy that sold me out would be my own cousin
"Populace uniformed is a populace of slaves"
Washington didn't say it quite that way
Musically still producin', I got a couple new things cocoonin'
But Poet Laureate is my New Shit!
Pulsating Lights and Sounds surrounds spirits
Bio Oral Beats, layered underneath lyrics
250 thousand cycles per second, for Dolphin hearin'
The Electrical Optical Coupling Gear is effective
I've almost perfected this
I'm one word away from excellence
When I find it I'll begin testin' it
My pupil size increase, constriction and velocity decrease
You can't Emcee take a seat
Wilder than the wilderness, I'm 'bout to show you who wildebeest Williams is
You better be filming this
I proof read my writtens, eat a chicken with the skin missin'
Spend the whole night out binge drinkin'
I rip shit consistent, spit persistent
The sickness, spit with conviction, promote lyrical fitness
I'm lost, which version is this? Mozart
With a flowchart puttin' together parts of an unknown art
Rhymes compartmentalized, seperatized to prevent bootleg Pirates
Be my guest keep tryin'
I'm hooked on Hip-Hop, I can't live without it
You can mix this song a thousand ways I don't doubt it
The Visionary Cell designed my new Lab
Paul Laffoley engineered a magnificent draft
You said "the best shouldn't ask for respect"
Is that correct? Yes, could you please speak up, I SAID YES!
That's not possible, that's sounds completely illogical
You must've been kicked the fuck out of school
You cannot fold under the political pressure
You gotta take prudent and precautionary measures
Four and a half foot beings with big black eyes
Tried to trap me and extract my rhymes, all the time
A Luciferian web, everyday we are buryin' dead
Every color in America bled; this is Empirical evidence
Of the greatest collection of Canibus sentences
You'll never reach the end of it
Fire for effect, smoke out then rest
Give me a wedge formation, roll out like this
I will spare no sin, walk in with a scarecrow grin
Of nothin' on this Planet can dissuade this
They left me dehydrated by the Nile River naked but I made it
With passion of a Microphone Patriot
I did it for my Fathers; I did it for my Mothers and my Brothers
I did it for the world to discover
The head of a Lion, the legs of an Eagle
The wings of a Dragon, and to the people
I hope the words reach you
There is strength in numbers, there is numbers in strength
The ink, I bow before the desert wall of the Sphinx
Into the bottomless pool of Poetry I plunge
1000 Bars from the real Iron Lungs
Everybody bow your heads, say this prayer
From this moment HIP-HOP IS UNITED EVERYWHERE
POET LAUREATE INFINITY!!!
I WILL FOREVER BE THE ILLEST LYRICALLY!!!
POET LAUREATE INFINITY!!!
POET LAUREATE INFINITY!!!
POET LAUREATE INFINITY!!!
THIS NEVER BEEN DONE BEFORE IN HISTORY!!!

[Sample]
"It's all about becoming immortal..."

PROPS ON THIS CSSTDY

I was on my way home,the ground opened up like a grave, turned the highway into a tomb
Its crazy i grew up playing with Tonkas, Mickey Thompson mud swampers on a off-road monster
I took a detour started heading east,got stuck through a wench around a red wood tree
1000 feet above sea level, still driving altitude climbing the tsunami's 1 hour behind me
Made my way to the Mojave, I robbed niggas for they gasoline, then heading towards the Colorado Rockies
Desperado, El Diablo on your back yard property, cant let the circumstance Stop me
G.I. Joe O.G Desert E's desert fatigues, dry weather gear for the desert breeze
140 degrees, I can barely breath toast bread and fry eggs on the roof on my jeep
Take my boots off i wont even look at my feet, they smell like I been Cooking my feet.
Look at me I'm a mess i did it for my family & friends when the time comes I do it again
Because this aint the end, this is the beginning, a new Way of life nigga how you going to live it,
Man Women And Child, living in a village, no more technology privilege
When disaster strikes put down the Mic, you better pick up that Weapon and pass it to the right
Laugh if you like but the time is near, there's no time to spare, formation over here,

I observe purgatory from the solar observatory, The sun stone was right god have mercy on me
you ask what, I ask what next Geo-magnetic effects came down to the deck
Radio, T.V. Satellite gone nobody can make or take one call
Lights out, all communication wiped-out, to late to call upon Jesus Christ now
Collect your Weapon and ammo you don't have weapons to protect ya family you a ass hole
Guns are worth more then anything in a time like this the price just went up to priceless
You a predator or prey in the twlight mist, You wanna pray get on ya knees die like a bitch,
Your famliy got dragged off put to work as slaves in a hell pit cause you were selfish
You bought cars gold diamonds should of bought something that could equalize the violence
Face it your hearts full of hatred cause you got stripped naked in front of your babies
do something to change it Take it, take a day-off take a trip to the shop
get a laser sight scope adjustable butt stock automatic burst fuck a one shot if a nigga wan static
I'm give em what i got

my words appear clear, the true meaning is lost

Magnum Innominandum: "the rhymes are relevant day after my development," I think is "they optimize your development;" "bigger rest anxiety attack" should be "biggerexia anxiety attack." Biggerexia is a another term for muscle dysmorphia, an obsession over not being muscular enough.

Does anyone know the beginning samples of:

Poet Laureate Infinity V003
[Sample]
"Cycles of time; that is ______ it goes all over the place
Its ancient, it's one of the most ancient symbols there are
And this is an interpretation of what that actually means"