Canibus - 100 Bar Beast lyrics

Javelins hawk within striking distance
Alert to the sounds we hear
The rapid response verses in the air
I smell the tobacco, we know that you're here
So does the white tail buck
And the black bears
What the fuck gave you the right?
To come into the wilderness just
To pick a fight?
Whatever jurisdiction you from we rip mics
The B-line of blood trail in the dim light
Back to the kill site
Come here city boy, I hear you're real nice
Surrounded by dark so far
From the city lights
Stop browsing, sniff downwind cowards
You pissed yourself
You smell more foul than public housing
Hardcore, parkour, tear off your car doors
Fire-breathing gargoyles, eating hyenas
Charbroiled alien tongues long sharp but


Called predator claws
I rip through the Kevlar for your heart
'Till your lower body support lost
The large carnivore Spitboss Beowulf
Rip your torsos off
Float like the flying Albatross
Part Mothman part wasp
Ambush armour transport to the marsh
Javelin Fangz
Germaine's bombing raid campaign
My hands change when I drink Beowulf bane
You ain't seen nothing nearly as strange
Blurry as alien planes
Still in the frame but nearly out of range
Canines, Sons of Cain, impervious to pain
Numb off cocaine
Ripping railroad tracks off trains
Deranged batshit insane
Rhymes liquefy brains
Daydreaming of rain, smoke haze and stargaze
AKs spray photon rage
Sharpshooter sharp fangs
Heart pumpin' napalm through coarse veins
Speak to barmaids
Breath reeks of Grand Marnier
She says, "come on behave"
I remove my dark shades
Eyes buried behind wrinkles like Shar Peis
I got a scarface from back in my dog days
The posttraumatic microphone mechanic
Leave the habitat damaged when I
Rat-a tat that ratchet
You fucking with the Sharpshooter Masters

When the missile is aimed to blow
You out of the frame
Some will still remember it
Was done by Germaine
In the beginning I made lyrics
Now lyrics make me
You’re listening to Rip The
Jacker I I: Infinity
This rhyme can outlive your whole lifetime
Be waiting for you on the
Other side when you arrive
Surround you with a layer to the left
To the right to the front to the back
With a rap and a mic
For satellite rappers delight
You battle for your life
You battle from sunrise to
Off white moonlight the cedar wood burns
My heating is rightfully earned
I take you on a journey through the words
In the mind
Hold your hand with an infinite rhyme
For a time I know it makes you shy
But that’s fine come along with me
Let me show you how hard it can be
To spit like the 100 Bar Beast
An extra large dosage of the dopeness
How can I be anything but
Focused as the spitbar soldier
The rhyme equity above quota
Sometimes I go over with more bars
Than the beat goes for
Walk around confused, listening to tunes
Music is my muse, Can-IBus this abuse?
Put blades to your bones like
The Autobiography of Kirk Jones
Nah, I just work for him
I will be redeemed for the destruction
Of the Hip Hop regime
For how it was remembered and seen
Mission requires a plan
Armed personnel and staff
But tradition demands I be
A more primitive man
Three standard 16s fade the record at 3: 35
Grim reaper axe, kick to your spine
Pound after pound, I come stomp on your brain
Spit fire like I drink hot sauce from a drain

When the missile is aimed to blow
You out of the frame
Some will still remember it
Was done by Germaine

When the missile is aimed to blow
You out of the frame
That’s when you know your times up Germaine
Don’t forget you nice
You fit the right archetype
Beating niggas to death and beating
Dead niggas to life