Canibus, Copywrite, Bronze Nazareth - Gold & Bronze Magik lyrics

They can't do shit with me
Like a custom model Tyson
A herd of wild bison trying to
Get that cake without the icing
Can't stop the poison
Empty glass in intestine
I'm destined to rest in the Sun
Weed in the Westin
Pulitzer Prize priceless verses is
In the resting as a new bible
Witness tribal wars for block titles
Vital organs stop, subtle
Fiends like they're lions
When they get around the rock and huddle
Undertake, bodies ungulate
Under earthly underlays
Unachieved summaries, no open warranties
Cause my flow is never
Broken like a pregnancy
When I speak they'd rather see
Polluted clouds rain Hennessy
Take you with no receipt
Like dope traffic currency
Uninsured surgery when under my knife
Some paid with a briefcase
Some paid with their life
My home sticks is Baghdad
Under US plane strikes
It's a useless vein tap with an empty syringe
Injecting wind into the blood flow
Sip ether and grim
Smoke secrets from burning circles
Sour diesel and singe the cloak, the grim
Reaper, creeping, sneaking, you in

Round and round, the burning circle
All the seasons: one, two, and three
Round and round, the burning circle
All the seasons: one, two, and three

Yeah, I see it, yo, yo, uh huh
C-write, give it a little umph!
Yeah, O dot Megahertz
You already know what it is
Axe, inseminate the place, 614
Yeah, you know what they say?

Behind my back they say he's very arrogant
But the air they're inhaling in
Isn't there to sniff
Dare to whiff and I'm tearing the air
To get from where it is
There's a chick inhailing and I'm tearing
It through her pair of tit's there's a kid
My fist is impaling him through
His pair of ribs
From a kamikaze, crazy bomber
Drama like Shady's mama
Fucking with bitches ugly as
Biggie's baby's mama
And I stay, mismatched to the socks
Bitch laughed
Said my name's dispatched to the cops
Stitched patch on my crotch reads, "Kiss me
I'm Irish"
My click be the flyest, don't, excuse me
I'm biased
But try us and lose the cocky smile
Who could stop me now?
When I'm right on the money
Like the Illuminati owl
If I'm off, a DJ mixed my acapella wrong
Mozzarella's long enough to buy the
Rights to every Rocafella song
I'm lying, but not when I'm rhyming
My stock is hella long
Too hot to mail a song
The mailman said he thought I mailed a bomb
Rain, sleet, snow or hail, I'm smoking well
Granted you'd think I was Spanish how
Well I rolled an L
To where they meet it, or see the chocha
I'm living la vida loca
I'm Peter the chiba smoker
No reason to cease the dolja
Breathing a leaf, Jesus
I've seen crows from beneath the roses
That sweet aroma could wake Pete
Old cold from deepest coma
But know the skills' on over kill
Until I reach the reaper's quota
Put him out of business then hire him
For cheap to clean the sofa
Ends with the bones of Barbosa
Flow's well written no help given
I'm self-driven like a chauffeur
Still spitting that crazy shit
You don't like it?
You could suck a fat baby's
Dick while it's dad babysit's

Round and round, the burning circle
All the seasons: one, two, and three
Round and round, the burning circle
All the seasons: one, two, and three

Melatonin Magic MC one, two and three

You are the reflection of an illusion
You do not exist what you feel is real
Everything else is a script
That they wrote for me
I hallucinate creepy crawlies
Rhyming is a hobby, you can’t even talk to me
DJ's, radio stations
Millions of listeners are prisoners
Their salvation is not your business
Canibus spit when Canibus wanna spit shit
Got that? Don’t let me have to tell you again
The Western world is spiritually sterile
In great peril
We in the concrete jungle where they
Spank apes with the metal
I rhyme for the betterment of the culture
I don’t spit no hot sixteens for promotion
Or corporate vultures who act
Like they own us
Self-expression is our birthright
Not a bonus
Hip Hop can govern come together and
Show the whole world something
The voices of the not so beloved

Round and round, the burning circle
All the seasons: one, two, and three
Round and round, the burning circle
All the seasons: one, two, and three

Melatonin Magic MC one, two and three
I spit it 'til I'm free

This is Lyrical Law
The golden flame turns the
Gold bars into bronze
It draws upon magik from the stars
This is one more installment of Lyrical Law
If everything is in good order
I spit some more
The moral of the story is this
Don’t get pissed because your upbringing was
Strict ‘cause life is a gift
You got food to eat
You got teeth to eat it with
Shoes on your feet, don’t be conceited
Be content even when you lose
Think about what you did to win
If you did the best that you can
You did a good thing
But, you shouldn’t smoke weed if you swim
Don’t buy assault rifles, don’t fight dogs
Don’t hit your girlfriend
Don’t mix cocaine with unprescribed medicine
And don’t say you’re sober if you
Plan to do it again with that said
Sleep tight tonight when you go to bed
This is Public Service Announcement 2010

Round and round, the burning circle
All the seasons: one, two, and three
Round and round, the burning circle
All the seasons: one, two, and three

The Melatonin Magik MC one, two and three
Come sit with me, come sit with me
Melatonin Magik emcee 1, 2, and 3