American Poets 2099, C-Rayz Walz, Canibus - Rap Catacombs (Swift Illusion Pt. 5) lyrics

Hip Hop is not dead
It's just going through a little
Recession like Canibus said
He plans to fix it all with no less than 10
000 Bars if he is wrong he will write more

From the cradle to the grave
Sacrifices have been made
Can't accept the fact that I'm going
Back to my old ways choices have been made
Hoist the mic from the cave
Catacombs of Hip Hop, throwing grenades
It was a teamer, don't make me tell you twice
Like a child's room that needs
To be cleaned up
On a going like a fiend fiended up
Amplified sound waves
That'll shatter barricade
Your dreams crushed
Or you're free from the cut
Like your favourite super villains
In comic books from the sea to the lairs
And the pyramids in Egypt
Legions legit, nothing you say is legitimate
Not even just a little bit
Leave you riddle with verses
You are for a purpose
Cautious of cause it's back to the laboratory
More stories bone chilling episodes mystical
Off into the mist he goes
Show him how to rip a flow
My position is pivotal
Listen to the lyrical academy
You can't take the humanity out of me
Study my anatomy
You couldn't find someone to challenge me
It certainly, someone better to challenge me
Shout it adamantly, they mad at me
Check it, the floor beneath
You is collapsing, lapsing

I have returned from the dark side
Battle wound the position of the stone point
Embedded in his right hip
Sons of the skeleton man was hit
From assailant from the front throwing his
Spear from many yards away lit
The bone grew back later they say
So the attack was not fatal we know today
Creaky joints were tomato, the vultures stay
Early arthritis in both knees
Was probably the result
Of a lifetime of squatting and kneeling
Could score some resemblance of feeling
Prehistoric way
The lowest point of America's in Death Valley
282 feet and 36 metres below sea level
You live in the house of the Devil
The shovel
The territory might have been embezzled
I go blind until I stop searching
Continue to destroy
May God help you all, land ahoy

Poet from a battleship
Written like a hieroglyph

So me make hit's like batter up
I max out like state property black teeth
Practice being awake til the tree bunr me

I be the first one to spit
Since I started it off
I drank a six pack of Bud
Light and farted it off
The world is my fruit, I squeeze it for juice
And as soon as the beat loop I lock
Load and shoot
Enemies of your enemy are your friends
But, you will pay a stiff penalty for
Being friends with your enemy again
Ultimogeniture, as Hip-Hop's only
Known senator
Spit a better verse publishing editor
Success of dead creditor, et cetera
Et cetera kneel before the emperor but kill
Him if he ever front
Beyond the Universe and back, you'll collapse
When I'm done with that
Years after I'm done with rap
Subjugated to the mind and the
Energy that creates it
A space body in time is naked
Do not mess up when you verse your rhyme
Or you will be circumcised
Your foreskin will look worse than mine
Mess up when you verse your rhymes
And you will be circumcised
And given a slice of dingleberry pie
Mess up when you verse your rhymes
And you will be circumcised
Your mind will be buried alive

So get on your job and
Spit more rhymes motherfucker