Canibus - Musiquarium Radio Part III lyrics

I don't wanna battle you I pay
For you rap on my sabbatical
And pay for every actor performs after you
Verse non reversible remove
Your laptop before
You walk through the terminal
Before I take it personal
One liners bust through the
Highway dividers on
Coming traffic eyes get wider powerslide ya
Spit god get the beer cap twist off sip
The juice it's all gone I sip hard
What you gonna do when your
Worst nightmare comes true?
Undergod crew comin for you
A dead corpse with exposed
Bones wearing cologne
Biz and Murray microphone zone sharing Patron
The fans hate cause they can’t
Transubstantiate what Canibus makes
The hand change shape turn in to snakes
Smellin the same way road kill tastes
We feed the underground undergod fan base
Nothing but steak straight chicken
Teriyaki shrimp lobster hibachi
Throw your face the whipping coffee
Make you spit up paste

Spitbullz off the muzzle
Airborne off the turnbuckle
To touch you, tear bones off the muscle
Stomp you
Try to get the swamp monster off you
The awful scent of bloody
Flesh barnacles haunt you
Couldn't kill me with a 50 cal round of three
Hundred fifty pound Hound with a canine growl
I scan the road from a mud hole like Rambo
The chain-fed ammo open you up like manholes
I'm Uncle Sambo with a Ku Klux Klan robe
Black face, pink lips Arctic coloured camo
Spitbullz whore let me get a fix on this fool
I drool when it’s time to get tool
Six wolves minimum
Interrogate before killing them
Water board torture below zero temperature
Hot bars generate sparks, bitch
I told you don't talk
Fibrillate your heart 'til you fart
On your feet, drag you outside, march
Walk 'til your feet parched and
Your BDU bottoms starch
Feed you pork soaked in sodium salt
Big weapons spark like tuning
Forks in the dark won't tell you again
Do not talk when we walk
Do not gawk at the corpse
Laying on the sidewalk
Handcuffed behind back flesh
Decompose and crack heads are detached from
The respiratory tracts
Crossbow buttstock across the throat
Pardon me approach I thought you
Was walking too slow
No one who is able to hear will care
Those with compassionate care
Cannot conquer fear
The final battle won't be in
Space but right here
Thirty two thousand four
Hundred Maidenhead squares
Sharpshooter assault
Mankind versus The Land Sharks
You don't want none of the Spitbullz

When the missile is aimed to
Blow you out the frame
Someone still remember it was
Done by Germaine
In the beginning I made lyrics
Now lyrics make me
Your listening to Rip the Jacker to infinity
This rhyme could out live 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 to see the wood burns my
Heating is rightfully earned
I take you on a journey through the words
And a 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

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Aye yo I’m like the spirit of
Pac on top of Mount Ziggurat
In a rock with his own thug paradise block
Watchu come back for, i came back from my
Rap tour pronounced rapture
Eat corn to memorialize when I was born
Blowin trees to symbolize how I spawned
Spike non ointment in an alabaster jar with a
Logo that resembles the mask of scar
My verse on the mic is a surge bite
Surgical strike vertical flight with
Submersible glowing lights
Speech hit's you deep tissue beats
Bone gristle like projectile
Penetrators from pistols leave a
Bullet in you

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