Canibus - Mic-Nificent lyrics

Yo, sittin on chrome
Sittin on low pro 20 inch Firestones
Grippin the road with the wickedest flow
Bis is a pro, I zigzag through a slalom
Accelerate and decelerate in and
Out the cones poisonous poems travel through
Walkman headphones
Into your dome, Osteoperosis your bones
Who's the nicest nigga you know
In the year 2-triple-0?
Spit turn to icicles in the mid
Air and slit your throat
Drain your carcass dry rip
Out your heart bitch
I write rhymes using your blood
For my ink cartridges
Paleoanthropologists polish the bones
Of rap artists
After I dip in my hydrochloric waters
Can-IBus, with the seams burstin, perfect
Everyday the Earth spins I write verses


My sole purpose as a verbalist is
To make my words twist
And connect em like letters
When they're in cursive

I prey on em, I spray on em
First nigga to violate I
Regulate without warning
I prey on em, I spray on em
First nigga to violate I
Regulate without warning
I prey on em, I spray on em
First nigga to violate I
Regulate without warning
I prey on em, I spray on em
First nigga to violate I
Regulate without warning

(Yo, yo) i'm faster than leopards running
Across the vast desert
At 22 yards per second to
Catch me the daily delicatessen
With 30 minutes to eat 'em
40 minutes to digest 'em
And 50 minutes for it to
Pass through my intestines
So ask yourself a question:
Can the Canibus rhyme?
Is a fuckin porcupine half swine?
No time to make up your mind
You wanna run or die?
Clip you while you running by
Trip you up from behind
My rhymes confuse niggas like
Somebody tryna gangbang
Wearin a blue shirt and red pants
Throwin up signs with their left hand
Standin out on the corner at Wetlands with
A confederate flag for a headband
God damn eggplants
Niggas gettin me vexed man
Cause, I'm surrounded by garbage
Like Fred Sanf
And I can't seem to get away from it
I dreamt that I stabbed Leviathan through
The stomach and ate from it
In my past life I slayed hundreds
In the life before that
I played trumpets to warn you
That I was comin
There's one billion ways to die
And I already tried
Nine hundred million nine hundred
And ninety nine
When I aim and fire my rhymes
Like a hundred cannon balls flying
Striking you one at a time in a parallel line
While the art of emceeing is steadily dying
That nigga Can-IBus is still in his prime
Bust a rhyme

I prey on em, I spray on em
First nigga to violate I
Regulate without warning
I prey on em, I spray on em
First nigga to violate I
Regulate without warning
I prey on em, I spray on em
First nigga to violate I regulate
Without warningI prey on em, i spray on em
First nigga to violate I
Regulate without warning

Club Dodge - I wrecked that
Limelight - cursed that
Envy - I murdered that
Club SoHo - never heard of that
Wetlands - dried it up
Cheetah's - inside the club fired up
Looking for a chicken to tie ya up
Club New York - I heard it's hot there
Beats be rocking there
Too many niggas be getting
Stabbed and shot there
Speed - I slowed it down
The Tunnel - they hold it down
Home of the underground
Why they always close it down
Century Club - the hot shit
House of Blues - I rocked it
112 ATL - that's the Dirty South bomb shit
Synagogue - yeah I be there
Caribbean City - roll deep there
Lyricist Lounge - they be some real MCs there