Canibus - Canibustible lyrics
[Canibus - Canibustible lyrics]
About to put it down for my man
Paradise right here on MP3 dot com, aight
Yeah, check it out yo, uh, yeah
Uh uh yeah, check it, yo, yo, yo!
This is hardcore out of my hearts core
Principle law's equation formulas
Drawn on chalkboards
Generating thoughtforms quicker
Than concordes
With onboard computers logged on to Onstar
On guard take ten steps and draw
I'm the lord around these
Parts respect it dog
Or you might spend a weekend
At the county mall
With an unsuitable coffin that's
Way too small and the deacon blessing your
Body at your funeral
You get a twenty one blunt
Salut and life goes on
Got to stay positive and focus on the protons
And post dope songs on MP3 dot com
As deep as a 2Pac poem
I wish I got to know em
Both him and Big Poppa was the greatest
Mighty gone
What's going on, on my album I'ma do a song
Who shot ya remix, featuring Shan and Shaun
Before I battle total strangers I'll
Make em sign disclaimers
That state they're aware of the danger
See I might become overwhelmed with anger
Split your skull like a banana and
Bludgeon your face with a hammer
You want to rhyme, fill out this W9
Sign below the dotted line now
Your publishing is mine
I got to have your publishing rights
Hang you upside down
See if you scared of heights
Remember Vanilla Ice?
Ask Paradise if I'm nice
I take the train to chambers street
And blacked out on his mixtape twice
Back in 95 I was a tiny guy
You could see the hunger in my eyes
I just wanted to rhyme
And I'm still in my prime
Still chasing down what's mine
Still like Dre but Jay-Z
Ain't writing my rhymes
Quicker than saying hi
Quicker than saying bye
Take a flick with some guys
And leave before the drives
He was standing here a minute
Ago the brother replied
With his mind on his money and
His money on his mind
Reflecting over the times when I was signed
Selling records for ten dollars
But only a dime was mine
What's the odds of rolling two
Dice with six eyed
As if there's only thirty six ways
To die in these streets
There's a million ways to die
At the absolute least
On of those ways is messing with
The beast from the east
AKA me, AKA the capital C
Ripper the Jacker with paradise on MP3
Keep it locked y'all
Paradise right here on MP3 dot com, aight
Yeah, check it out yo, uh, yeah
Uh uh yeah, check it, yo, yo, yo!
This is hardcore out of my hearts core
Principle law's equation formulas
Drawn on chalkboards
Generating thoughtforms quicker
Than concordes
With onboard computers logged on to Onstar
On guard take ten steps and draw
I'm the lord around these
Parts respect it dog
Or you might spend a weekend
At the county mall
With an unsuitable coffin that's
Way too small and the deacon blessing your
Body at your funeral
You get a twenty one blunt
Salut and life goes on
Got to stay positive and focus on the protons
And post dope songs on MP3 dot com
As deep as a 2Pac poem
I wish I got to know em
Both him and Big Poppa was the greatest
Mighty gone
What's going on, on my album I'ma do a song
Who shot ya remix, featuring Shan and Shaun
Before I battle total strangers I'll
Make em sign disclaimers
That state they're aware of the danger
See I might become overwhelmed with anger
Split your skull like a banana and
Bludgeon your face with a hammer
You want to rhyme, fill out this W9
Sign below the dotted line now
Your publishing is mine
I got to have your publishing rights
Hang you upside down
See if you scared of heights
Remember Vanilla Ice?
Ask Paradise if I'm nice
I take the train to chambers street
And blacked out on his mixtape twice
Back in 95 I was a tiny guy
You could see the hunger in my eyes
I just wanted to rhyme
And I'm still in my prime
Still chasing down what's mine
Still like Dre but Jay-Z
Ain't writing my rhymes
Quicker than saying hi
Quicker than saying bye
Take a flick with some guys
And leave before the drives
He was standing here a minute
Ago the brother replied
With his mind on his money and
His money on his mind
Reflecting over the times when I was signed
Selling records for ten dollars
But only a dime was mine
What's the odds of rolling two
Dice with six eyed
As if there's only thirty six ways
To die in these streets
There's a million ways to die
At the absolute least
On of those ways is messing with
The beast from the east
AKA me, AKA the capital C
Ripper the Jacker with paradise on MP3
Keep it locked y'all