Canibus, Planet Asia, Copywrite - The Cypher of Agartha lyrics
[Canibus, Planet Asia, Copywrite - The Cypher of Agartha lyrics]
Darkness, put your lights out
Couldn't fight your way out of a urostomy
Bag or can of piss man
The strongest ones depart
The weakest ones fought til' they lost
That's called Lyrical Law boss
Debonair cavalier caravaneer with
A calculated stare
I stare because doubt is there
I'm a poet not a puppet
You'd think the higher ups
Would learn from it
They in love with something
They can't stomach
Something called nothing, what of it?
I would like to change the subject 'cuz
Right now you're just talking rubbish
Where them find? - underneath the brushes
Underneath the tunnels that are
Hidden in the tundras
Round Table knights with night vision
Night Shyamalan on the mic spitting
On my Shambhala visit
Psychologically volatile, not really my style
To joke around, not about me
Not about my sound
Appear in the clouds as eyes looking down
You talk foul, I know what you are now
Density light as a feather
Expand and contract
Fall out flat, land like cats, lets rap
Get back! Nice with his hands
Nice with a newspaper rolled up tight
Assault rifle or a knife
24 inch machete, 24 hours to live
Come get me, my THUG Theory deadly
Lyrical Law is tribunal communal court
One juror with six faces, they all talk
At the same time til' the
People's minds are distraught
Javelin swords you know what they for
Split your jaw
Everybody's surprised that you made
It this far tens of thousands of songs the
Catalog just goes on
It's Lyrical Law, say no more! erse
Couldn't fight your way out of a urostomy
Bag or can of piss man
The strongest ones depart
The weakest ones fought til' they lost
That's called Lyrical Law boss
Debonair cavalier caravaneer with
A calculated stare
I stare because doubt is there
I'm a poet not a puppet
You'd think the higher ups
Would learn from it
They in love with something
They can't stomach
Something called nothing, what of it?
I would like to change the subject 'cuz
Right now you're just talking rubbish
Where them find? - underneath the brushes
Underneath the tunnels that are
Hidden in the tundras
Round Table knights with night vision
Night Shyamalan on the mic spitting
On my Shambhala visit
Psychologically volatile, not really my style
To joke around, not about me
Not about my sound
Appear in the clouds as eyes looking down
You talk foul, I know what you are now
Density light as a feather
Expand and contract
Fall out flat, land like cats, lets rap
Get back! Nice with his hands
Nice with a newspaper rolled up tight
Assault rifle or a knife
24 inch machete, 24 hours to live
Come get me, my THUG Theory deadly
Lyrical Law is tribunal communal court
One juror with six faces, they all talk
At the same time til' the
People's minds are distraught
Javelin swords you know what they for
Split your jaw
Everybody's surprised that you made
It this far tens of thousands of songs the
Catalog just goes on
It's Lyrical Law, say no more! erse