Canibus, K-Rino, Born Sun - The Art of Yo lyrics

Bastard style with no father
Tryna claim the kid
I called it X 'cause I ain't
Even tryna name the shit
Sundullah, see me on the stage with Rip
Nitrogen lungs yo my tongue
Mix propane with spit and I'm nice
The voice of Christ resurrected through mics
Son of God
Son of Man helping some of y'all to overstand
Crash the Vatican as soon as I land
I'm 'bout to set it on man
In the gulf of Adan
I stand in the Garden of Eden, unbeaten
Undefeated
I tweeted pictures of Eve tonguing cheeses
Scientology guides put my rhymes
On photography slides
To quantify the higher knowledge applied
But, I'm an uncaged
Animal channeling Hannibal a cannibal


Bite your head off and hand it to you
SpitBoss, centrifugal force different
From yours
Sun is Born, this is Lyrical Law, Yo!

I've never been a friendly author
Don't need a gangster beat to make me off ya
I'll slaughter ya while playing Cyndi Lauper
Better than y'all
Give me one competitive brawl
I throw a hundred miles an
Hour with a medicine ball
I melt your fortress down to caramel softness
Drive a charger through ya torso
Parallel parking
That cosmic ray beam effect
I Hiroshima wreck
Rap disaster so tragic they gave
His ass a FEMA check
Cadence is radiant, I predated Arcadians
I stayed with the brigade
Of alien ectosapiens
Hit your through the atrium of heavenly light
Once I smite you
Like a left arm you'll never be right
I've used every word possible to let
You know what I can do
So I made something new
I'll collipherously clobber you
You ain't legitimate, you posing like a model
Dude I'll throttle you
Liquidate and sixteen ounce bottle you

I'm tryna figure out who
This nigga barking at
Before his heart gets snatched
Run up on him in a stocking cap
Keep barking like you hard
Get stalked and clapped
Come in the cage you get stomped on the mat
Carve your name in the axe
Then chop you in the back
Hack off your femur bones
Beat you with them like bats
Put your remains in some saran wrap
Dump them in an alcohol vat
You can rap but you ain't all that
Step inside, close the door
Fuck you yawning for? Kick your head off
Now it's rolling on the floor
Like a bowling ball open the door
Clean this fucking mess off my wall
And don't ever mention his name no more
You dig, you follow me nigga
I follow you quicker you got a weak ticker
Told you not to fuck with the Ripper
Now you showing your true colours
Drinking blood from ya liver
You a dickrider and you an Indian giver
Waging war with some gorillas
I'll bludgeon you by the river
The bar range is pissing he gon'
Find you while you fishing
Fistula face, herpes simplex outbreak
Alienated aliens get ate by alien apes
You food nigga, throw yourself over the gate
How does alien taste? Like mammalian waste
If you ain't swift you's a dumb fuck
I'll have you breathing like your lungs
Got struck by 200 pound nunchucks
Brave motherfuckers get slayed for Hip
Hop if you love it
Like Kill Bill between a hundred gay lovers
I'm the illest nigga say something
Yeah I thought so
Shut the fuck up things will
Go back to normal
I ain't happy though, now I'm in battle mode
The president of Hip Hop with mad
Motherfuckers on the grassy Knoll
I take it back to my Curriculum days
What you say? I body you in meticulous ways
Cos you thought I was a donut
You tried to glaze
Let me tell you something
Don't pop shit fistula face
Battle league nigga
Talking shit's for amateurs nigga
Goddammit, y'all living off fantasies, nigga
You wanna battle that bad
Aight go get your camera when it's my turn
I got a four and a half pound answer
When I was young, I took down hard targets
You a sausage nigga
For coming at me like a novice
You never heard Fraternity
Of the Impoverished'?
Motherfucker, can't you see that
I'm an artist
I don't want them childish problems
Lyrical manslaughter charges interfere with
My Lyrical Law process
Out rap me, that's preposterous
Metaphor marksman mudswamping
We hunt down Hip Hop monsters
Skin 'em alive tie their carcass to
The bottom of my Polaris
And drive them all the way to Wisconsin
Partner, fuck around throw your ass
Under the bus face down
Lay down, we gon' wait for this greyhound
The fuck you gonna say now?
Do me a favor, stop weighing me down
Fucking clown
Lyrical Law is too muscle bound
Houdini style nigga, just struggle and drown
Get it over with
You can never fuck with my style
You got raped nigga, you bleeding
Don't touch my towel
Spit them wack juice punchlines all you want
But don't front, bottom line, I'm a champ
You a chump you can spit your stupid
Punchlines all you want
But after this the whole world
Gon' see who won
That's what you wanted right
Get the fuck off my mic