Canibus, DZK, Warbux - Post Traumatic WarLab Stress lyrics
[Canibus, DZK, Warbux - Post Traumatic WarLab Stress lyrics]
I'm the black mutant of rap music
Half human half Vladimir Putin
After plasma transfusion I became Rasputin
The master of translucence who lives
In a green house
Creatin' green gas pollution
Smokin' hash from hookahs
Before Lucifer sent me back to
The future to smash computers
Assassinate classes of students
I spare those who show classic improvement
Produce magic acoustics
Supreme music using dreams so lucid
I can visualize my future and chose it
I never abuse it
I'm ruthless but Canibus is super illumine
You know what? I read the blueprint
Sometimes it seems like my eyes are
Wide shut like Stanley Kubrick
Mic Club the Curriculum I I
I changed the name cause I ain't
In business no more with you-know-who
He stole from Killah Priest too
His name rhymes with Clue
I found out the same time as you
You know what happens when you
Come from dishonest roots
You put roots on me, I put roots on you
"We live in a free country"
That phrase is so fuckin' funny
We know freedom is based off the money
Resources to hide behind lawyers
It must be lovely
When nobody can touch your lunch meat
We brainwashed
We can't get these white collar stains off
Poor Bernard Madoff belongs in the graveyard
The stock market trade off doesn't pay off
We get laid off
The country spirals into chaos
I'm no genius
I know enough not to trust FEMA
Their vaccines give ya eczema of the penis
The Tuskegee Jesus verses a
Sneaky Tuskegee Demon
What you gon' do when you see this?!
The oldest religions, the coldest magicians
Transmittin' live from Hell with
Heat stroke symptoms
Symbicort is a success for
Those short of breath
Got to wait for the next check cause
I can't afford it yet
DZK come slaughter the set
Tell Warbux he got next
Post Traumatic WarLab Stress
I open wide like a great white
Mouth full of steak knives
Chewin' through the sewer's main line
'til it drain dry
And when you're waist high in waste
I make planned attacks on every last
Base camp in your wasteland
I scheme for weeks and draft designs on how
To craft my rhymes like a mastermind
Whether young or past your prime
I'll eat you alive
Ain't no motherfucking reason to try
Just die (rah)
Hope you're ready to run
I'll cut the tongue out of my
Son just to stay number one
No one will ever sit on my
Throne except my clone replica
Who will never be better than what
They stole the genetics from
Gangbang the beats, we slang language
Which alleviates your teenage angst
And break cages
Now we're runnin' through the streets
With our leash off
Eatin' all your stray pets
Shittin' on your police cars
Cuz' I'm a beast dog
You don't want no beef punk
Hit you with a meat log
Bigger than a tree trunk
I kick the shit that make you
Pee all on your jeans chump
Clean up after my show better
Bring a steam pump i fuckin' breathe funk
Ain't no fuckin' Tic Tac existent
That's big enough to clean up this act
You're trippin'
You cannot begin to comprehend
If you cross me
The position you'll all be in
This isn't battle rap, maggot
This is me with a battle axe
Swingin through your Cadillac imagine that
You fuckin' headless
Metal wreckage in the shattered glass
I give a fuck about your
Backpack and faggot ass
Dim those lights, I'm Kimbo Slice on a mic
But, I don't lose none of my big pro fights
I just bruise dudes twice my
Size and crews move
When I maneuver through 'em smooth
They know who's who i clear the room with a
Sonic boom and nuclear plume
You should assume I ain't got
A lotta provin' to do
I'm bringin' doom to musicians
With a feminine groom
Kanye West, best believe I'm looking at you
Call it ill by design
That's how to define us
Cuz in the Warlab believe we got
It down to a science
This is underground at it's finest
The most talented rhymers around
Shittin on all of you clowns
Too coward to sign us
So go ahead you'll have hell of a time
Tryin' ta find a rapper with
Lines as compelling as mine
You talking about a fella with
The will to confine himself
To a cellar developing rhymes for years
And still on his grind
This is Melatonin Magik
You wet behind the ears like
Playing telephone with faggots
So let em know
They better own some cellulose and acid
Cause heads will roll
We send 'em home in yellow woven baskets
The ninja rap stars just as
Explodes to the scene
My blades will cut up your
Back like a rowing machine
It could get ugly if they don't intervene
Cuz I could make your life flash before
Your eyes like I'm throwing it beads
I'm incoherent or so it would seem
No I'm esoteric and don't care if
You know what I mean, that's the spirit
Cuz it's apparent if you took half of what
Passes for lyrics and compared them to mine
Hip hop should be fuckin' embarrassed
So did you really want to flow with the gods?
I'm too educated
Haters couldn't cope with the odds
See I studied Biggie and Pac, Hova and Nas
Paganini and Bach, Beethoven and Brahms
You are now in the presence
Of a master musician i craft my rap with the
Precision of a mathematician
Or a surgeon, performin' a thoracic incision
A magician escaping out of
His shackles in prison
Before you could even finish
Saying "Oh my God!"
I'll spit a motherfuckin' verse to
Fill your whole Ipod
I'm a Rip the Jacker protégé
Motivated by the golden age of rap
Back in the older days
The incredible little fellow with rhythm
And timing on instrumentals
The shit I've said in the
Rhyme considered a federal crime
Like blowin off your head with a 9
Anyone with a shred of
Intelligence could tell
It's just ahead of it's time i'm too sick
Ain't even talking about the music
Keep my fuckin' name out of your mouth
Need a toothpick?
You a little confused like who's this dude
"This is a W-A-R-B-U-X-clusive"
The underdog
Like back in the Bible with Noah's Ark
To entrusted military titles to Joan of Arc
To Napoleon Bonaparte down to Rosa Parks
And the medics attempting rescue
Breathin' on Owen Hart
This fucker 'Bux is the shit
So who really gives a fuck
If he's busting a clip
In public drunk in the trunk of your whip
The diabolical, alcoholical
Comical pharmaceutically phenomenal
Product of poppin' pills
And you are not this ill
Check your doctors bill
I'm more dangerous in the streets
Than a toxic spill
Yo this is 50 bars of sickness
Consider it a Christmas gift to you, Bis
Don’t forget this!
Half human half Vladimir Putin
After plasma transfusion I became Rasputin
The master of translucence who lives
In a green house
Creatin' green gas pollution
Smokin' hash from hookahs
Before Lucifer sent me back to
The future to smash computers
Assassinate classes of students
I spare those who show classic improvement
Produce magic acoustics
Supreme music using dreams so lucid
I can visualize my future and chose it
I never abuse it
I'm ruthless but Canibus is super illumine
You know what? I read the blueprint
Sometimes it seems like my eyes are
Wide shut like Stanley Kubrick
Mic Club the Curriculum I I
I changed the name cause I ain't
In business no more with you-know-who
He stole from Killah Priest too
His name rhymes with Clue
I found out the same time as you
You know what happens when you
Come from dishonest roots
You put roots on me, I put roots on you
"We live in a free country"
That phrase is so fuckin' funny
We know freedom is based off the money
Resources to hide behind lawyers
It must be lovely
When nobody can touch your lunch meat
We brainwashed
We can't get these white collar stains off
Poor Bernard Madoff belongs in the graveyard
The stock market trade off doesn't pay off
We get laid off
The country spirals into chaos
I'm no genius
I know enough not to trust FEMA
Their vaccines give ya eczema of the penis
The Tuskegee Jesus verses a
Sneaky Tuskegee Demon
What you gon' do when you see this?!
The oldest religions, the coldest magicians
Transmittin' live from Hell with
Heat stroke symptoms
Symbicort is a success for
Those short of breath
Got to wait for the next check cause
I can't afford it yet
DZK come slaughter the set
Tell Warbux he got next
Post Traumatic WarLab Stress
I open wide like a great white
Mouth full of steak knives
Chewin' through the sewer's main line
'til it drain dry
And when you're waist high in waste
I make planned attacks on every last
Base camp in your wasteland
I scheme for weeks and draft designs on how
To craft my rhymes like a mastermind
Whether young or past your prime
I'll eat you alive
Ain't no motherfucking reason to try
Just die (rah)
Hope you're ready to run
I'll cut the tongue out of my
Son just to stay number one
No one will ever sit on my
Throne except my clone replica
Who will never be better than what
They stole the genetics from
Gangbang the beats, we slang language
Which alleviates your teenage angst
And break cages
Now we're runnin' through the streets
With our leash off
Eatin' all your stray pets
Shittin' on your police cars
Cuz' I'm a beast dog
You don't want no beef punk
Hit you with a meat log
Bigger than a tree trunk
I kick the shit that make you
Pee all on your jeans chump
Clean up after my show better
Bring a steam pump i fuckin' breathe funk
Ain't no fuckin' Tic Tac existent
That's big enough to clean up this act
You're trippin'
You cannot begin to comprehend
If you cross me
The position you'll all be in
This isn't battle rap, maggot
This is me with a battle axe
Swingin through your Cadillac imagine that
You fuckin' headless
Metal wreckage in the shattered glass
I give a fuck about your
Backpack and faggot ass
Dim those lights, I'm Kimbo Slice on a mic
But, I don't lose none of my big pro fights
I just bruise dudes twice my
Size and crews move
When I maneuver through 'em smooth
They know who's who i clear the room with a
Sonic boom and nuclear plume
You should assume I ain't got
A lotta provin' to do
I'm bringin' doom to musicians
With a feminine groom
Kanye West, best believe I'm looking at you
Call it ill by design
That's how to define us
Cuz in the Warlab believe we got
It down to a science
This is underground at it's finest
The most talented rhymers around
Shittin on all of you clowns
Too coward to sign us
So go ahead you'll have hell of a time
Tryin' ta find a rapper with
Lines as compelling as mine
You talking about a fella with
The will to confine himself
To a cellar developing rhymes for years
And still on his grind
This is Melatonin Magik
You wet behind the ears like
Playing telephone with faggots
So let em know
They better own some cellulose and acid
Cause heads will roll
We send 'em home in yellow woven baskets
The ninja rap stars just as
Explodes to the scene
My blades will cut up your
Back like a rowing machine
It could get ugly if they don't intervene
Cuz I could make your life flash before
Your eyes like I'm throwing it beads
I'm incoherent or so it would seem
No I'm esoteric and don't care if
You know what I mean, that's the spirit
Cuz it's apparent if you took half of what
Passes for lyrics and compared them to mine
Hip hop should be fuckin' embarrassed
So did you really want to flow with the gods?
I'm too educated
Haters couldn't cope with the odds
See I studied Biggie and Pac, Hova and Nas
Paganini and Bach, Beethoven and Brahms
You are now in the presence
Of a master musician i craft my rap with the
Precision of a mathematician
Or a surgeon, performin' a thoracic incision
A magician escaping out of
His shackles in prison
Before you could even finish
Saying "Oh my God!"
I'll spit a motherfuckin' verse to
Fill your whole Ipod
I'm a Rip the Jacker protégé
Motivated by the golden age of rap
Back in the older days
The incredible little fellow with rhythm
And timing on instrumentals
The shit I've said in the
Rhyme considered a federal crime
Like blowin off your head with a 9
Anyone with a shred of
Intelligence could tell
It's just ahead of it's time i'm too sick
Ain't even talking about the music
Keep my fuckin' name out of your mouth
Need a toothpick?
You a little confused like who's this dude
"This is a W-A-R-B-U-X-clusive"
The underdog
Like back in the Bible with Noah's Ark
To entrusted military titles to Joan of Arc
To Napoleon Bonaparte down to Rosa Parks
And the medics attempting rescue
Breathin' on Owen Hart
This fucker 'Bux is the shit
So who really gives a fuck
If he's busting a clip
In public drunk in the trunk of your whip
The diabolical, alcoholical
Comical pharmaceutically phenomenal
Product of poppin' pills
And you are not this ill
Check your doctors bill
I'm more dangerous in the streets
Than a toxic spill
Yo this is 50 bars of sickness
Consider it a Christmas gift to you, Bis
Don’t forget this!