Canibus, Killah Priest, Born Sun, K-Rino - The Emerald Cypher lyrics

Niggas listen to this shit right now
Got this shit goin down
That New World Order
Niggas is holdin it down
Niggas ain't ready man
Everybody know what time it is man
Y'all niggas listenin to this shit right now
All my niggas in the street
Man y'all niggas know what time it is
Are they ready? Let's see it
Let's see if these niggas is ready man

My brain is a coliseum unfinished
An art museum that none vision
A mausoleum before the Sun risen
Dark wisdom
Break the order of the magic witches
The tablet that we gifted
Fall in the hands of the music business
The sacred oath, the snakish popes
He flinches, I take his ghost
Shadow war, we battle for
The emerald ring that unfold wings
When you enter the temple they sing
Hieroglyphs
Up a spiral cliff, follow the monk for months
Close your eyes when his disciples is sent
Every morn' the first satellite hit
I spit, the prayer laws recite from scripts
Then it's back to the silence
Patient observe the lotus bud
I write the scroll on each clove
This is discipline before beast mode
Follow G-O-D code
Fondle my prayers beads under a pear tree
This prepares me
Then a chair was formed by the bees
I bared the dare, come around me
I won't speak for weeks, I hold my tongue
Now I can hold the Sun -
How is it I outnumber y'all?
And y'all got me by 6 to 1
(y'all got me by 6 to 1)

The Elohim hold court in the ether
Decidin the fate of the human race I
Plead my case through the speakers
Sun the rapper who mastered the dark matter
The God particle mass created to smash atoms
Deal with energies that vibrate
At higher frequencies
Your chakra's gotta be in line
To even speak to me
Journey through time and I
Doubt you'll ever find a shine on minds like
Mine that dwarf Einstein
See I confuse Confucius
With a complex theory of evolution
With mind power that devoured Isaac Newton
Heaven on Earth? Nah! It's more
Like some sort of Hell
War with Satan ground shakin
From the mortar shell
Escape the Matrix like Morpheus
Dodgin bullets in slow motion like
We smokin some dust
But my third eye's bright enough to
Spar with the Dalai Lama
Verbal projectiles pierce spiritual
Body armor
I'ma, master builder from an enslaved mason
Tryna hide my true identity as my creation
Lines I scribed identify who I'm facin
It's war! And either you a God or a Satan
"Lyrical Law" draws the paper thin
Line between love and hate
Decide if you destroy or create
They think it's verbal but
This warfare is spiritual
We box 'em in, apply pressure to his physical
Check one two
Who got more style than Sun do?
None do, solar flare your Earth duke, son you
I body the mic, I body the beat
I body the MC with the
Audacity to flow after me

My automated system got
Eight wicked concoctions
If that don't satisfy press
Nine for more options
(BOOOOP) I can't believe you just did that
Twenty thousand wigs just
Concurrently slid back
Ha'! I blow flames in hot dosages
If I get too thirsty
The Earth'll be oceanless
Feelings don't move me
I guess I'm emotionless
Sick party host, piñata full of locustses
Bobbin for live grenades inside a bucket
I know the plural pronunciation is
"locust" but fuck it
What are the percentages of a
Man actually choking to death
After swallowing phonetic images?
I spit unlimited pandemics
Deliberately distributing
Millions of rappers skin grafts
And can't spit it as I child I would see and
Slay they'd check my room
And find my imaginary friend's imaginary DNA
It's gutwrenching - my ultimate intention
Is to sit on top of
The Tower of Infinite Ascension
K-Rino the agg' jackal who ravages natural
Like V in the alphabet I keep comin after you
The judge said for the sake of my health
I've been ordered to stay a
Hundred miles away from myself
You ain't hard! You a fake
I won't stop until I've blown his cover
You softer than the baby sister
Of a Jonas Brother

You ain't a behavioural scientist
Why you dyin to spit?
You try too hard when you rhymin with 'Bis
Try again approved this for public release
Fuck with the beast
With bucked teeth bust your guns or
Get rushed in the streets
Handcuffed to the back of the Jeep
Blindfolded
You hear a foreign language they speak
You do not know it
Kidnapped to Kemet through Khartoum
To parched sand dunes
To a dark room, to witness your doom
Bash you in the face with the mag
Rope around your neck over a tree branch
Hoist you up with three sandbags
You shit yourself, your pants sag
Global broadcast, man that's sad
They lynched him in the lab
Twenty-four apprentices for
Hardcore fellowship
Twenty-four masters, twenty-four lyricists
Dead to the world
Alive to the hearts that are pure
If you endure your mind's open doors
Complete the last step without crossin my rep
Who's next? What possessed you to
Jump off a cliff? I spit darts
Once you stop the Hip Hop juggernaut
Kill you bloodclot, you stink like jungle rot
Me llamo a Hermann Bushido Dogan Shotokan
The prototype of the first proto rhyme
With combined payloads
My glide bombs provide flows
That cause World War I I
Death tolls at live shows
Independently targeted
Bombin shit from so high up
In the atmosphere you lose consciousness
No oxygen, only Canibus antioxidants
Think about it
Why spit into a bottomless pit?
I'm so isolated lyrically
They put me in a desert facility
To test my abilities, check out my melodies
Designed by Pratt & Whitney, rap so swiftly
TAW-50 following me cause you're with me
Your hot bars are lukewarm
Let me school y'all
Intravenously cold blooded coolin coils are
Runnin through my jaws the Sun's hot - I'm
Warmer the metaphor explorer
I give a order, you can't cross the border!
We ain't religious
Don't talk about the Torah
We'll crucify you on the cross for a quarter
Welcome to my House of Slaughter
Signing on the roster
Go downstairs, put your stuff in the locker
And come back, let me see what you got son
I dropped him
Rappers steppin to me? I ain't the one
Spontaneous nucleonic you the opposite
Be honest you produce reduced knowledge
Your discography is dishonest
Both promise, change your name to MC Silence
Yes, your album inspired me
No I didn't buy it
Talk back, nigga get fired
I'll erase your verse off the track
So fast you'll wake up tired
Candles go out, darkness infiltrate the house
What the fuck he talkin 'bout? He
Got a mental case mouth
I forced him to his knees
Told him to face South
Empty your PayPal bank account before
I blow your brains out
Untouchable since the day I came out
That's why these wack niggas keep
Callin my name out
How the fuck they gon' change
That now? How they sound?
I'ma put him in the ground, Lyrical Law style
How you liked at me then
How you liked me now
How you liked me in the future
When I'm wearin that crown
The crown is invisible
You don't have to be a loud individual
You act like Hip Hop is all you listen to
If that's true, this is for you
Then I'ma keep rippin you
Cause that's what Canibus do
If that's true, this is for you
And I'ma keep rippin you
Cause that's what Canibus do