Canibus - Cypher Of Five Mics lyrics

[Intro: Canibus samples scratched] "None of y'all got the balls big enough to battle me" "f**in with Canibus, you get ate up" "You can't even absorb the rhymes I record" "Cause I'm the BADDEST motherf**er above average" "Hit you so hard, my hand breaks and my shoulder dislocates" "I snatch your crown, wit'cha head still attached to it" "The Canibus is ill like that" [Chino XL] I murder a sixteen to the point that it's embarra**ing Hide a grenade in my jeans, douse the booth in kerosene Shatter your heart's main vein pipe Insane at night I might have your career disappear in plain sight Throw you off the top of a church, stab you with a steeple I'm bloodying punchlines like I a**aulted a hundred zebras Non-believers and their Lyric Jesus is haters that savor They're afraid since my native halo in the cradle became a famous behemoth misbehavin angel Insane but able with razors scrapin your face through ya neighbours naval A fatal fable from Satan's table with an unstable brain cable I'm hateful, blame it on being bi-racial I'm psychologically an anomaly Should be given formal apologies, honestly, a human oddity A commodity, Godly when rapist spittin, his blood spillin Chino so stuck up, gotta peel me off the f**ing ceiling I'm bringin so much beef it'll make a Hindu kneel Too hard to k** you, heart's unequal beat you 'til you partial gristle tissue Too fast for a photo, I slash the rapper who'd be h*mo Leave him just skull and crutches like Jacka**'s movie logo Burn down your f**in apartment, barricade the fire escape What I spit is rape, Chino make nightmares try to stay awake You've never had a fly quote and n***a you and I know the best thing you'll ever write is a suicide note Get the f** outta here! (Five Mics, yeah) [scratched Canibus samples] "I kick that sh** real n***az feel" "The Canibus'll separate your body from your spirit" "I'm the baddest motherf**er" "What I'm spittin in your ear was intended to stimulate your left-brain hemisphere" [Canibus] Canibus and Chino XL, rebels from Hell He's a giant, I'm a stinger missile totin Keebler elf Keep to myself, strategic for stealth; if I don't need it I leave it believe it I kept it greasy for more than 60 seasons Tear the target to pieces reload and repeat it I got a billion bars but I ain't got the time to release it And you ain't got the time to listen to it, hitman music Blow a hole through your head and piss through it cause you ain't fit to do this He vocalled it first, I vocalled it second Lyrics get murdered, we move in and do the forensics Shut down your studio sessions, DNA an*lysis and collections Cause Mic checking is a Ripper's jurisdiction I'm a telepathic detective, blast you with a non-kinetic weapon back to the essence beyond (The Outer Limits) Wicked and wretched, send you a message, we lure yo' a** out to the desert Motherf**ers prepare for the unexpected We meet, symbolic technique, anabolic release Any emcee gets weak when he knows he's dead meat If I strike you'll be red for weeks You might check in with a beast that'll tan you like the Mexican heat The steps to my monastery are steep If you still feelin froggy when we get to the top - then let's leap! Inhale the hydrogen mist, then try to get hyper than 'Bis It can't get no hyper than this "Lyrical Law," hands on, jet turbo fans on Aviators are drawn into a criss-cross sand launch Turn starboard but still can't dodge, bank hard S.O.S call command coms, concentrate can't talk Not out of the woods yet, you can't thank God The red baron's hair is as long as Susan Sarandon War Hawks and red hawks launch out the underground airforce You bail out like Amelia Earhart SEER training is for naught, I caught you before I finished my cigar You a prisoner of "Lyrical Law" Yeah! Now I'ma seal the whole area off What the f** you thought? Ain't nobody scarin me off, AIGHT? n***as be rhymin like they lazy and soft Get ate by the SpitBoss this is "Lyrical Law" Yeah, n***az be rhymin like the lazy and soft Then get ate by a SpitBoss this is "Lyrical Law" - f** you! (Get the f** outta here) [Canibus samples scratched] "None of y'all got the balls big enough to battle me" "f**in with Canibus, you get ate up" "You can't even absorb the rhymes I record" "Cause I'm the BADDEST motherf**er above average" "Hit you so hard, my hand breaks and my shoulder dislocates" "I snatch your crown, wit'cha head still attached to it" "The Canibus is ill like that" "You can't even absorb the rhymes I record" "I kick that sh** real n***az feel" "The Canibus'll seperate your body from your spirit" "Cause I'm the BADDEST motherf**er above average" "Canibus" "What I'm spittin in your ear was intended to stimulate your left-brain hemisphere"