Tom Jeefs, Mark Deez, Canibus - The Backlash lyrics

Yo, rhyming with the Legends on a
Track is mostly hard to catch
Architects of Rap take it back
To upper parking decks this the Concordat
Religion of rap’s consulate
I recover lyrics in stone where
Once Romans conquered at
I teach to damage it, Tom Jeefs and Canibus
Mark Deez can handle this
MC’s are fans of this
The theory of relativity tells me that I
Would have to move at c
To see the time when you could spit with me
Or be close to a black hole
Radio listening makes your brain regress
To that of a tadpole
They want control and put Hiphop on the lock
You can’t even know the truth if
You use what you got
Anarchy’s last chance when The
Backlash hit's the block
They gon clash with the media
Like clashing with a rock
In a monopolized world where
Individuals are jeopardized
Amongst clones is where our
Rhymes are exercised
Heads of our Times are spittin Furious rhymes
Old empirical Designs are inferior to mines
Your composition theory is easily disputable
‘cause 90 percent of rappers have
Proven to be delusional
So sniff that shit up and spit it in a bucket
There are three mc’s on just one
Track that you can’t fuck with
This is beyond of what
The average listeners perceive
Mark Deez interrogates speech before
You even leave
I snipe you without a scope as
Far as I can see
Rip the Jacker cut you in half
And dump you in the sea!
We don’t sleep we practice melatonin magik
Heavy gravity rhymes singularize
The room fabric yo Bis, get 'em

Most intellectual lovers are
Dumb motherfuckers
I trade the wife's minivan for a pre runner
No matter what happens we gon
See it this summer
Your mailman’s bout to be a GI joe gunner
What’s your skill set? We pay
The bills with threats
I don’t care what kind of deals you get
Meal ration sealed in plastic
Raise up the dead like Lazarus
Contaminated chemical canisters
In a vacuum the smoke
Billows but doesn’t move
The world as we know it must crash to improve
You speak with such verisimilitude
Yeah that’s my dude
One day soon the facts will prove
They say copyright infringement is
A terrorist act
You sample the wrong shit they
Send a drone attack
All these wicked sons of bitches
Poison lips Kissinger kisses
Another crusade coming for Christians
Freaking miserable existence in
This digital prison
My prediction no protection program
For the witness
Solar power panel for my clippers
Still trimming my whiskers
The cleanest caveman you ever seen nigga
Asteroid tsunamis
Earthquakes swallow your body
Too late to evacuate, copy!
People like you like to hear yourself talk
Ra Ra Sis Boo Ba with no thought
Raise your hand if your soul has been bought
Garbage bag toilet bowl designed
With Feline Pine
Absorbs the moisture that is left behind
CPR pumpin trying to keep his heart running
I saved his life even though
I hate that motherfucker
The ripper is here and I ain’t
Got a nickel to spare
I move slicker than duck shit on a river pair
The tree of life is a MC with a mic
Can-IBus and Mark Deez on sight

What you thought it was over?
We just got older, a little bit bolder
The smoke still smolders
The ash and the rubble
I'm back just to hustle
You lackin the struggle
Get slapped on the double
Canibus said to move at my own pace
These rhymes are ancient once etched
On a stone face
No grace is given to the insolent
You think that you innocent
Well what you got to benefit?
I intersect your intellect and
Disconnect your fickle threat
You little shit you ain't fuckin with Rip!
Your asthma actin up from the
Dust that I kick i'm bustin your lip
A revolver with the rustiest grip
Can you stare at the sun? NO
It's just too bright
You can't see a thing when
You blinded by the light
So I'm creeping thru the
Darkness of my imagination
My construct was such a manifestation
You must rejoice the Oracle meets Infinity
It must be what God felt
When he became the trinity
I been emcee since the day I could breathe
Been at it ever since
I'm never taking reprieve
I got what you need, I'ma give it to you
Mark Deez, Canibus, Jeefs, spitting the truth
I lay my hands on your head
You can see what I envision
It's like nuclear fission
Of circadian rhythm, deez!