Si-Klon, Canibus - March of Thunder lyrics
[Si-Klon, Canibus - March of Thunder lyrics]
Coiled, ready to strike!
Ready to the left, ready to the right
I got the green light
The lyrical is instinctual
Try to keep up with the visuals
This was specifically written for you
Self-examination, practice, patience
Like the policy payments of
A hospital patient this is Hip Hop's nature
Germaine is a supervising trainer
Barrel roll bars like a swamp gator
Two seconds later get ate up by
Something you can't escape from
The homicidal rhymes that your mind made up
The agoraphobic poet
Hip Hop Mandelbrot hocus pocus
He's a maniac, you've always known this!
I smash mics like they made from graphite
Grab the pad and write while I
Talk to the lab mice
Stuttering fools mumbling something that
Means nothing to you
I huff and puff and blow down the booth
They say, "Spit it out Bis!"
But don't like the rhymes I come out with
The lyrics are fibromyalgic
Spit like a beast then I
Spiritual fast for two weeks
With a new catalogue of beats
The eyeball of Odin recording
Every movement and moment
Measuring your body temperature and voltage
Third Eye growing the rhyme is a pine cone
Poem identified as a thunderstorm
Ready to the left, ready to the right
I got the green light
The lyrical is instinctual
Try to keep up with the visuals
This was specifically written for you
Self-examination, practice, patience
Like the policy payments of
A hospital patient this is Hip Hop's nature
Germaine is a supervising trainer
Barrel roll bars like a swamp gator
Two seconds later get ate up by
Something you can't escape from
The homicidal rhymes that your mind made up
The agoraphobic poet
Hip Hop Mandelbrot hocus pocus
He's a maniac, you've always known this!
I smash mics like they made from graphite
Grab the pad and write while I
Talk to the lab mice
Stuttering fools mumbling something that
Means nothing to you
I huff and puff and blow down the booth
They say, "Spit it out Bis!"
But don't like the rhymes I come out with
The lyrics are fibromyalgic
Spit like a beast then I
Spiritual fast for two weeks
With a new catalogue of beats
The eyeball of Odin recording
Every movement and moment
Measuring your body temperature and voltage
Third Eye growing the rhyme is a pine cone
Poem identified as a thunderstorm