Canibus - Your Irish Accent lyrics

[Canibus] Those of you who fail to prepare, well now you must prepare to fail It doesn't matter what your desire entails I sit around the table with me ale As I sip from the grail, "Barkeeper bring another pale" Here's a gold coin and some wisdom for you little girls and boys Rip the Jacker's coming out of that void And when he arrives you're going to see the fire in his eyes He will help you uncover all of the lies The lies that were told and spread across the globe To enslave mankind until the end of time The leprechaun carrying his own megagrammaton Megalodon transforming words with his energon There's no substitute for it, indeed he is one of a kind Rip the Jacker and his Infinite Rhyme [Canibus] Nineteen planets and 38 moons A tabernacle room with 38 tombs Lazor beam rap flow, shove this J.O.B Take this anti-cathode and shove it down your rat hole You dirty, stinking, disgusting crackhead troll You ain't sh**, how many raps you wrote? You sit there on a computer and doodle, rhyming noodles with goo-goo You ostracised anybody that knew you As the world turns daily, they use you Fast talk and lose you, you waiting for that ___ on YouTube You now rocking with the best, best, best I put Rap to the test, test Canibus the rapper, the vet, Rip the Jacker the master, the myth Experimenting with the Backster effect Naturally they water me, I grow, they irritate me, I explode A dozen albums deep why is that a joke? From Apollo 11 to moon base 12 I transport you from Hell on Earth to space Hell I speak at frequencies frequently speaking, Translate the Phoenician Heart beat increasing, the translator starts wheezing an*lytically speaking Ten million bars of lithium depletion is the reason I beat him To advertise is not wise, these wack n***as bite my rhymes Waste time and compromise lives The consequence of my belief system, nah G you tripping They don't even understand what you spitting Trial prep possess style in depth I'm 10,000 rhymes and running and I ain't even freestyled yet Full capability prototype, the pop k**er poltergeist I rap for real, you post on a site Tell my why you ignore it, try it, you'd probably enjoy it What's the point if you dying to avoid it? I quantum leap into the beat 10,000 molecules meet, this ain't for the average MC Memories of the future, penalties of the past The righteous will never venture down that path [Canibus] The rough cold holds of the grumpy old man He exists beyond machines, dreams and programs The NWO plans you stand for they physical scam They sold they soul, now they wanna go H.A.M I'm protected by the blood of the lamb They running for they lives covered by the mud of the land f** that, my fans call me a stubborn old man Lock and load, lick shots until my gun bolt jam Radio control D.O.D. drones with both hands Scrambled eggs, raisin toast and a bowl of old bran I'm the Hip Hop G.O.A.T I ain't got to prove sh** no more cause they know that I am GrandWizard Master trap you like Alaskan crabbers Nasty ba*tard, I smash you in a spam of cabbage Haters can't stand it, 10,000 bars too much to manage Motherf**ers can't even understand it Contact Schrodinger's cat, Canibus the rapper owns rap Only a handful of people know that Yeah, I'm writing, rhyming, vocalling and vibing Dragons watching the Phoenix fly over the horizon My high altitude EMP eludes hot pursuit EPMD, Mic Doc in the booth You talking to me? Nah, I ain't talking to you Your label treats you like a Hip Hop prostitute I got juice, dry socks and boots The industry crucified Hip Hop, 2Pac is proof I don't know what I don't know, but god-damn-it I know how to flow And that's all I ever need to show Speak, spoke a decision you made on your own The weight of the world versus the weight of your poems The main area of operations is chosen Take two teams and call me when you get to the opening August 11, 1973 Hip Hop done gave birth to the first MC The master Rip the Jacker, the microphone controller clashing Slang slashing, I'm shinobi a**a**in Irregular programming, thermal scope scanning, holding a cannon Heat resistant clothes found between your bone fragments The metaphor tactician, edit chief with the lyrics Any word that you ever wanted to visit I rip shows, establish foothold from get-go Show you how to flow, show you how this rap sh** goes I loved Hip Hop from the beginning, back when it had no limit Back spinning to new galactic beginnings I love it, I live it, I wouldn't give it up for a minute Every minute of spitting they miss hundreds of lyrics