Canibus - Box Cutta' Blade Runner lyrics
[Canibus - Box Cutta' Blade Runner lyrics]
Record industry's most wanted:
"Rip the Jacker" wanted for the '98 slayings
Of several rappers
One of which went on to be a successful actor
Here's the re-enactment: He called me
At my man's crib
The phone probably rang two times
Then I answered he sounded really amped up
He tried to scare me
He told me that Def Jam wanted to ban me
And told me Tracey Waples wanted to bang me
Damn I wanted to get in her panties
She was scared of me
Canibus hates the media and the magazines
They add so much credibility
To elaborate schemes
Internet chatrooms with live feeds
Of a rapper bein eatin alive by live bees
Sound barriers like the Lockheed
Even with knock-knees
I run across rough terrain at mach speed
That's a rhyme from like 9-3
As vivid in the mind
As pictures with 600 DPI's to a sheet
If I'm high when I speak
The knowledge is deep solid as concrete
This is real Hip-Hop for the streets
I never leave any witnesses, it's ridiculous
They served me court papers in the
Studio I did this in
Missin from society, because they lied to me
They didn't want to accept
My doctrine of society
I studied with hundreds of
Scientists and science teams
At various Ivy Leagues
They respect my esteem
What do you want me to rap
About? Go ahead try a theme
Gimme a person, place
Or thing - I'll create the time and scene
Somewhere in Afghanistan, USA survival teams
Keep a eye on their surroundings
In the Jihad Regime a total riot scene
Back and forth they encrypt fiber optic beams
On my album out next spring
You motherfuckin right nigga I'm
About that cream
I promised my self I wouldn't
Shoot it without that scene
It doesn't look right like Cash
Money without that bling
Siblings, I mean we all got
The same last name
Germaine Williams, that's my name
Say it again Germaine Williams, damn
I think he goes by the
Name of the Canibus Man
And occasionally Rip the Jacker
But never Stan get it through your head and
Don't ask me again box cutter
Blade runner nigga rap 'til you sweat
Have you ever read the book called
"The Catcher in The Rye"?
It so happens I'm looking for
A copy I could buy
Canibus is comin for y'all round the outside
Round the outside, round the outside
A lotta y'all shine, but y'all can't rhyme
And it's about time that I put y'all in line
Twist your mind with twisted rhymes
As weird as Michael Jackson's
Nose from the side
Flows that'll buy the quite bow for the times
No need to hide your friends
Are all associates of mine
Don't be a stranger come over some time
I got coke if you do lines
You get a Rover to drive
If you hear the engine knockin
Just pull over to the side
I guess it hasn't been serviced
In all this time
Halloween: True Hollywood Stories
Release date we should have a "Who Wants
To Battle Canibus?" sweepstakes
And limit it to three states New
York City: home of the greats
Philly and out West, piece-a-cake
Old school rappers
I wouldn't be around without
Ain't got shit to say but
Keep puttin' albums out
Don't let what I said get you upset
Box cutter
Blade runner nigga rap 'til you sweat
"Rip the Jacker" wanted for the '98 slayings
Of several rappers
One of which went on to be a successful actor
Here's the re-enactment: He called me
At my man's crib
The phone probably rang two times
Then I answered he sounded really amped up
He tried to scare me
He told me that Def Jam wanted to ban me
And told me Tracey Waples wanted to bang me
Damn I wanted to get in her panties
She was scared of me
Canibus hates the media and the magazines
They add so much credibility
To elaborate schemes
Internet chatrooms with live feeds
Of a rapper bein eatin alive by live bees
Sound barriers like the Lockheed
Even with knock-knees
I run across rough terrain at mach speed
That's a rhyme from like 9-3
As vivid in the mind
As pictures with 600 DPI's to a sheet
If I'm high when I speak
The knowledge is deep solid as concrete
This is real Hip-Hop for the streets
I never leave any witnesses, it's ridiculous
They served me court papers in the
Studio I did this in
Missin from society, because they lied to me
They didn't want to accept
My doctrine of society
I studied with hundreds of
Scientists and science teams
At various Ivy Leagues
They respect my esteem
What do you want me to rap
About? Go ahead try a theme
Gimme a person, place
Or thing - I'll create the time and scene
Somewhere in Afghanistan, USA survival teams
Keep a eye on their surroundings
In the Jihad Regime a total riot scene
Back and forth they encrypt fiber optic beams
On my album out next spring
You motherfuckin right nigga I'm
About that cream
I promised my self I wouldn't
Shoot it without that scene
It doesn't look right like Cash
Money without that bling
Siblings, I mean we all got
The same last name
Germaine Williams, that's my name
Say it again Germaine Williams, damn
I think he goes by the
Name of the Canibus Man
And occasionally Rip the Jacker
But never Stan get it through your head and
Don't ask me again box cutter
Blade runner nigga rap 'til you sweat
Have you ever read the book called
"The Catcher in The Rye"?
It so happens I'm looking for
A copy I could buy
Canibus is comin for y'all round the outside
Round the outside, round the outside
A lotta y'all shine, but y'all can't rhyme
And it's about time that I put y'all in line
Twist your mind with twisted rhymes
As weird as Michael Jackson's
Nose from the side
Flows that'll buy the quite bow for the times
No need to hide your friends
Are all associates of mine
Don't be a stranger come over some time
I got coke if you do lines
You get a Rover to drive
If you hear the engine knockin
Just pull over to the side
I guess it hasn't been serviced
In all this time
Halloween: True Hollywood Stories
Release date we should have a "Who Wants
To Battle Canibus?" sweepstakes
And limit it to three states New
York City: home of the greats
Philly and out West, piece-a-cake
Old school rappers
I wouldn't be around without
Ain't got shit to say but
Keep puttin' albums out
Don't let what I said get you upset
Box cutter
Blade runner nigga rap 'til you sweat