Canibus - The Messenger's Message lyrics
[Canibus - The Messenger's Message lyrics]
Yeah, every man see him 'Sail to Byzantium'
For those that can't see him
They lost man leave 'em
Transparent transceiver, no hand lever
On the hand receiver, the signal gets weaker
Cells excrete polymer gels that
Form hardened shells
That repel interrogative drills in
The torture cell
Sounds like Hell, not exactly rap for me
This human's cavity interacts with me
Blood, liver, and lungs
External viscera thugs
Cutting me up with glitter covered gloves
I ran out the building
Ran to the building where I parked
Why are my children not in the car?
I am not unraveling, I am calm
I'm staying at Bigelow Arkansas
Obeying the law, playing GRAW
They ask questions with
Russian like aggression
From the on screen projector
What is your intention?
Moratorium? I got four of them
Meet me in the auditorium
I'mma show you how to talk to them
Right handed MC, used to be lefty
Wind direction don't affect me
My spotter corrects me open the eyelid
Check behind him like crazy Ivan
On the coastliner, Psilocybin, crazy rhyming
With third Density binding
Galactic plane timing
The Pleistocene is rising
I cannot describe it
Lavatory tidy and quaint, brand new paint
Laboratory, huge, sprawling
Brand new warheads
Space grunts line up face front
Base jump into the waste dump
Complete Phase one
Bone shards scattered all over the bone yard
We low crawl paying no attention
To our nose at all
I see the beast, pupil size increase
Seen it grab somebody off the street
Bite and release
I decrease my silhouette, try to lay flat
Zero in where the chest
And the neck intersect
Take a breath than hold it
But only for a moment
Stay focused or your first one
Will be your last, soldier
Woke up in the Infirmary, here's your papers
Thank you for your service, young man
See you later cardboard paper signs say:
"Will eat rhymes three times a day if
You could only spare me a dime"
Real Hip Hop spitting, that's how I'm livin'
I mount my weapon like I mount my women
Intercept correct beats, sleep
Search, collect, and keep
I like it, let's meet next week
The mind of a weirdo
It's not really clear where he goes
Nobody here really knows
Everybody wanna ask questions
Don't pay attention to the messenger
Listen to the message
For those that can't see him
They lost man leave 'em
Transparent transceiver, no hand lever
On the hand receiver, the signal gets weaker
Cells excrete polymer gels that
Form hardened shells
That repel interrogative drills in
The torture cell
Sounds like Hell, not exactly rap for me
This human's cavity interacts with me
Blood, liver, and lungs
External viscera thugs
Cutting me up with glitter covered gloves
I ran out the building
Ran to the building where I parked
Why are my children not in the car?
I am not unraveling, I am calm
I'm staying at Bigelow Arkansas
Obeying the law, playing GRAW
They ask questions with
Russian like aggression
From the on screen projector
What is your intention?
Moratorium? I got four of them
Meet me in the auditorium
I'mma show you how to talk to them
Right handed MC, used to be lefty
Wind direction don't affect me
My spotter corrects me open the eyelid
Check behind him like crazy Ivan
On the coastliner, Psilocybin, crazy rhyming
With third Density binding
Galactic plane timing
The Pleistocene is rising
I cannot describe it
Lavatory tidy and quaint, brand new paint
Laboratory, huge, sprawling
Brand new warheads
Space grunts line up face front
Base jump into the waste dump
Complete Phase one
Bone shards scattered all over the bone yard
We low crawl paying no attention
To our nose at all
I see the beast, pupil size increase
Seen it grab somebody off the street
Bite and release
I decrease my silhouette, try to lay flat
Zero in where the chest
And the neck intersect
Take a breath than hold it
But only for a moment
Stay focused or your first one
Will be your last, soldier
Woke up in the Infirmary, here's your papers
Thank you for your service, young man
See you later cardboard paper signs say:
"Will eat rhymes three times a day if
You could only spare me a dime"
Real Hip Hop spitting, that's how I'm livin'
I mount my weapon like I mount my women
Intercept correct beats, sleep
Search, collect, and keep
I like it, let's meet next week
The mind of a weirdo
It's not really clear where he goes
Nobody here really knows
Everybody wanna ask questions
Don't pay attention to the messenger
Listen to the message