Canibus - Detox Infinity lyrics

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Canibus - Detox Infinity lyrics

Omni, Oobi Infinity ain't ready yet, sue me Look what they tryin' a do to me Detox, half dead, drowsy, that's how they found me Howdy, let's get to the bitter end shall we In the Area 51 bunker with [?] Chance a**igns each ripper their own personal housing Walking down Downing Street just browsing Knowledge god in the up army [?] Listenin' to the album Ezekiel a rain mac train by the train tracks OK gentlemen breathe I watched they shoulder blades relax Expand contract Tranquil beast strike like matts Javelin Fangs and [?] the White Knights of rap Master swat chief tussin Iron Man [?] bunker bustin' Ex [?] Dutchman, translate some Russian Tell them impatient n***as to stop fussin' And banging they knife and fork on the table The chef's in the kitchen cookin' What's the point in eatin' a meal that ain't ready? Just to go outside and get punched in the belly "You threatening me?" No "Then why you questioning me, yo? If it was me I would have finished it by now." So? The only thing fishy is the jacker acting like he ain't with me We keep it Puerto Rican rum proof, 150 Rip the disciple, one hand on the rifle Both eyes on the title Santiago psycho Joe the Butcher carve it up while tarantulas crawl on ya Scorp the monk put the C logo scars on ya Lord Zero, our hero Architect provide the inside track From his contacts at the Bureau DJ Comma Infinite thorough Infinity ain't ready Cause we goin' through a music industry furlough So pa** the merlot and shut the f** up You ain't gettin' it 'til it's ready And it won't gonna be ready 'til I'm done Dead Man Walking just walked out the building Soon as Pac turned all his music in they k**ed him! Every time a artist get wacked they make money you f*ggot Don't you think we figured out that pattern? I ain't never made music just to make money off it I ain't got no Playgirl Bunnies at the office I ain't got no office, I'm Father Poor Pauper They took my green card, I can't even fly over the water So who ran over whose money? Listen buddy, 10,000 bars never been done before dummy Seventy dollars? You spent that on at Benny Behana Valentine's Day. "Why wouldn't you send me some flowers?" A one month gym membership, a protein drink and a shower Pop off the gas tank, 12 gallons Drive through, a family of five Three fat people, any McDonalds Last album, USB drive's 10 hours, it's my album Stop asking M-80 about it Stop acting all childish every media outlet Do you think it's a smart move To waltz into the restaurant and be rude What do you think they gonna do to your food? There's five hours of free Infinity on Youtube More than that when the rippers' mix in a good mood 100% truth, that's my statement So anybody complainin' Can't do a damn thing about how long it's takin' Cause I'm the one that makes it And you ain't gonna rush me just because you impatient Who else got somethin' to say Bis? "This is Infinity Detox, you got something to say Rip?" "I think we forgot to say a couple of things boss But that list was so long I'm not pa**ively playin' dawg I got your back, f** it, I'm gonna do it myself" [At this point, the lines are choppy and overlap] You gotta hold it down For every ripper who supported and helped Infinite Phase showed me what DC told me The rippers' abilities nullify numbers We got our own army of creativity And artistry the way it ought to be People drop a PLOO tape every week Slayers don't f** with CC But f** with real rippers with real identities Like Pa**ionate and Maltese, RIP-K123 [?] MC's blowin' ganja With Andre the Beast, Presto, Trolla, East Tony You know my n***as in the streets (I'm in the bunk) Listenin' to my lesson sing Do the damn thing, it's a process DJ, [?] King Flux who came through [?] Captain [?] In the chopper flyin' over the tropics [?] DJ Johan Solo Mix it in the co*kpit create mixin' my new sh** White bong with meta shape drawn Designs the first PLOO spaceship, it's true A colorful cube with rainbow exhaust [?] pa** along the fuel of the Gods Copernicus monitored this From the earth to the stars [?] ridin' shot By Chandel spittin' bars, we picked up lace Boom, the seven over[?] Civilians reported strange lights in the sky For 12 counties before it got too cloudy Soul [?] drops the flare I found him at Ivy chillin at the boundary An APB comes out the speakers playin' loudly Proximal and troubled, detoured on the double Poetic spy through the Hubble They saw him in the flesh, man Fight Lizard Beast Face on Mars in the rubble Watch out, enter coordinates The BTA, was 10 minutes left Hypodrive max supplied by Jackson Now play that raw eight track While I kick back trying to relax Watchin' something important like battle rap

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